[00:02.100]Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut
[00:05.020]Crashing while jacking off
[00:06.560]To buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce
[00:09.730]Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws
[00:12.890]And knock blunt ashes into their caskets, and laugh it off
[00:15.990]Twisted, sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off
[00:19.080]Six different liquors, with a Prince wig plastered on
[00:22.290]Stop screaming, bitch, you shouldn't be that alarmed
[00:25.320]When Big Lips is in the attic, armed with an addict's arm
[00:28.380]Earl puts the "ass" in "assassin"
[00:31.430]Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
[00:34.440]Puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat
[00:37.410]Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish
[00:40.710]It so happens that I'm so haphazardous
[00:43.950]I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and ****ing cast the shit
[00:47.160]I'm askin' that you ****in rap actors take action
[00:50.400]And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
[00:53.450]How the **** I fit an axe in a satchel?
[00:56.350]Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal
[00:59.570]Party staff baffled, asking where her ass go
[01:02.470]In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes
[01:05.730]Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got shit to bust
[01:08.790]And butts to **** and ups to shut and bitches to ****ing uppercut
[01:12.080]It's O.F., buttercup; go ahead, **** with us
[01:15.370]Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother ****ed
[01:18.300]Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
[01:21.410]Play a song, invade her thong
[01:23.210]My d**k is having guts for lunch, as well as supper
[01:25.950]Then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
[01:27.810]Found the mustard
[01:28.850]****ing nosey neighbors notice something's up
[01:30.680]"What you doing?" – nothing much
[01:32.560]Would shout some other stuff
[01:34.180]Got to ****ing bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us
[01:36.870]
[01:42.560]Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
[01:46.670]****Boyz hating, but them niggas is a lot of talk
[01:49.410]Cotton soft niggas, them Odd niggas is Molotov
[01:52.360]Cocktails; ****ing toss one in your apartment, dog
[01:55.890]Wolf Gang, we ain't barking, nah
[01:58.790]Try talking on a blog with your ****ing arms cut off
[02:01.890]Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off
[02:05.030]The Ace tell Shake's daughter
[02:07.200]"We're sorry, but papa's gone, bitch!"

Yo, I'm a hot and bothered astronaut
Crashing while jacking off
To buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce
Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets, and laugh it off
Twisted, sicker than mad cattle, in fact I'm off
Six different liquors, with a Prince wig plastered on
Stop screaming, bitch, you shouldn't be that alarmed
When Big Lips is in the attic, armed with an addict's arm
Earl puts the "ass" in "assassin"
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
Puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat
Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish
It so happens that I'm so haphazardous
I'll puke a piece and put it on a hook and ****ing cast the shit
I'm askin' that you ****in rap actors take action
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
How the **** I fit an axe in a satchel?
Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal
Party staff baffled, asking where her ass go
In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got shit to bust
And butts to **** and ups to shut and bitches to ****ing uppercut
It's O.F., buttercup; go ahead, **** with us
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother ****ed
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
Play a song, invade her thong
My d**k is having guts for lunch, as well as supper
Then I'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
Found the mustard
****ing nosey neighbors notice something's up
"What you doing?" – nothing much
Would shout some other stuff
Got to ****ing bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us
Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
****Boyz hating, but them niggas is a lot of talk
Cotton soft niggas, them Odd niggas is Molotov
Cocktails; ****ing toss one in your apartment, dog
Wolf Gang, we ain't barking, nah
Try talking on a blog with your ****ing arms cut off
Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off
The Ace tell Shake's daughter
"We're sorry, but papa's gone, bitch!"