Oh here we go Mr. Man On The Moon
For if I were there would life seem to consume
a stench of perfume of the world i presume
or could it change from the background so blue
would we still have bloods and the crips
Nukes Osama and a bunch of heretics
you wanna be the critic of your sphere full of misfits
whose toxic mist spit for me to make the option i descript
while we shoppin for the gifts for our obese kids
triangle faces how obtuse can they get?
say one thing sprung springs into action
take a farce force from a man thats an actor
whiter or blacker who should care
Tux or a shirt promises are made to wear
Better hope but it dies from nostradamus
2012 people deceased thats his promise
or maybe we can live on the moon where our god is
grow big beards look wise with no nonsense
hoes look here smoke clear no cares
Carrey on like Em's songs and smoke from ten foot bongs
Attend rape proms our species must live on
NASA get ready to aim for the dawns
Fast ya bet bread up if im wrong
Ask ya a bit of pondering ive been doin
Is this real or am i wandering through music
(hidden messages try to findem your insight would be fuckin awesome please comment this is a weird piece im aware of that lol)