Chapter III: Mature Machines

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cise Starr] Fuck haters, child of a laser Everything I say, just a chemical equation Balance that reaction, chicks from Venus on a mattress They don't care that I'm from Mars, all they wanna see is action What's crack-a-lackin? Laserteeth, you a bastard Getting old, motherfucker, new job, can you hack it? Messed up the last one; target got away, boo Better make sure you get this mark from today, dude The federation got nothing on this patient Call it how you see it, we the reason you won't make it Said you were a killer, now you just another patient Staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, trembled by the greatest Laserteeth a beast, dripping neon on your sheets Creeping on a come up, Space Harrier on beats Spitting in a circle, put you in a deep sleep Too bad your bedroom is now six feet deep That is what you get when your name is on the list Teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth...