Live From the 5way

Lyrics

[Intro] You are now entering The motherfucking hyperbolic time chamber (danger, danger, danger!) Ground control to Major Tom (before has been [?]) Have we established contact with Matt Martians yet? (extra [?] whit no hoes) You living in the jet age, bitch About to hijack that rocket ship ([?] in the milky way [?]) I'm at the NASA offices with 40 art goons and 3 skinhead bitches (someone, I work on comand [?]) Name's Stephanie Y'all already know, bitch (we are in danger, we are in danger, we are in danger!) Let's go (is the art goons!) [Verse 1] Yeah Well, it's Mr. Crash, the party's steady swinging on the chandelier The rings up on my fingers got the power of the planeteers I'm an asshole, someone get me out of here Before I let my bitch go, glitch go, Vladimir Hey, little wetback, where'd you get that jet pack? And how the fuck did you survive a psychedelic sex trap? I don't know, I'm just a pinball wizard Who gets my rocks off? Watch an Asian girl scissor (no!) Yeah, hello, kitty, let me get between your chopsticks And introduce your pussy to my rocket ship and cockpit I'm off topic more often than not But I could bury you alive, what kind of coffin you want? And I am after the guap, and I'm the greediest type A goon to fuck a moonslut on a meteorite They say all stars die, bro, but I am still here To show machines like me can never ever feel fear Yeah [Hook] Yeah, recording live, recording live from the five-way If you got an extra bitch, go and send her my way (hey) Cause five is never enough And I'm hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, uh Recording live, recording live from the five-way If you got an extra bitch, go and send her my way (hey) Cause five is never enough And I'm hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, yeah [Verse 2] I'm still go, grill shining, boy (uh) Word to Mr. Masterpiece (uh) I can close my eyes and fucking finger paint a masterpiece All black Cosby, chilling at the Crosby With Ozzy Osbourne and his brother Rob Zombie Mommy, why does Pastor Dave keep touching me? I don't know, son, I think he haunts you like them huckabees Luckily, I went ahead and skipped the church picnic With a blonde named Bridget, I'm trying to get my dick licked Dicking in her pussy, getting deeper than a dick lick She thinks she going ham, but she really going piglet I guess you silly bitches are sadder than a Eeyore So I hit the dance floor strapped to some C4 I play you hoes like Syd played the keyboard I blow that pussy up, bow, leave it all deformed Backpacker turned, young trap rapper turned Avant-garde genius and a fucking money stacker, boy [Hook] Recording live, recording live from the five-way If you got an extra bitch, go and send her my way (hey) Cause five is never enough And I'm hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, uh Recording live, recording live from the five-way If you got an extra bitch, go and send her my way (hey) Cause five is never enough And I'm hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, yeah [Verse 3] Winter, spring, or summer fall Someone meant to born in ball The art goon livin' in my mind, say, fuck it Go and crush em' all Winter, spring, or summer fall I was meant to born in ball The art goon livin' in my chest, say, fuck it Go and crush em' all [Outro] Bitch Westside art goon Breaks with my fuckin' killers Super 3 gettin' super head Ha ha! Bitch