Straight Outta Sirius C,crazy muthfukka named Nort G
from a gang of extraterrestrial's called the Anunaki
when i'm walled off,thy got a neutron sawed off
telepathically hit the trigga and Earth is hauled off
you too lil posta if you fukk with thee
Brooklynson,cook,and the thought po-lice are gonna have to get me
off your dome,that's how i'm goin out
for any maggot muhfukka tryin to suck out
mainstream rappers mumble mumble mumble
you don't wanna
cause thy laced the gumbo
goin off on a silly sucka like bladt bladt
with a ray gun that's pointed at 3 of ya ass,so no matter which one i hit,i win&lose
ain't no tellin when the YG's in thy jects are down a jack move
with an encephalograph that got thy brain cells prancin
and once in an argument thy pops called me Charles Manson(true story)
an AK-47,that's an ol tool
never act a fool but thy will laugh like a garish ghoul
postas so dirty that they got scabies and their bytch got rabies
i'll knock your family tree out Earth's Tesseract box daily
lost track of earth time,daily,monthly,yearly
but thy see the depths of infinity quite clearly
that i'm down with the 80's grime of the S-F-C
lil millenial baby,how could you fukk with thee
so when thy stomp on yo muthafukkin block you better cluck
or quack quack quack and play like a muhfukkin duck
as i leave,best believe i'm swabbin&mobbin
like Dexter off oxycontin's,whilst mentally you're still pickin cotton