My bitches run this motherfucker! HEEEEELL YEEEAH! So do my bitches run this motherfucker HEEEELL YEEEEAH!! So do my niggas run this motherfucker NOOOT TOOONIIIGHT So do my
I won't take a bitch to my house Don't have to see where I'm livin', uh-uh, that's out! If you want to splak, I know you're down like that We can go to
you exercise your own free will I exercise my fucking right to kill Vicious lies you propagate your swill Of you're whole kind I've had my fill I don
Do I feel jealousy when you're free without me? Maybe Do I feel that my love will stay with you forever? Hopefully In memoriam of my lovers will you sleep
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers Welcome
I grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals
With my broken heart and my absent God And I have no faith but it is all I want To be loved and believe in my soul In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
'll cock my steel an' make you drop an' spill Got no mercy unless you talk to deal Quit talk an' kneel, you won't top my will, bitch Welcome to the show
have kept my eyes Glued to the ground If I had've known my invisibility Would not make a difference I would've run around screamin' proudly At the top of my
mind Is this your ideal waste of time? I don't know what you're here to find It's not much but it's still mine Maybe I'll try to have my doubts Maybe
know as well as I that I was alone And baby, I heard what you said And maybe I don't use my head But honey, I am what I am Try to understand, my heart
spy tears in their eyes They look to the skies For some kind of divine intervention Food goes to waste So nice to eat, so nice to taste Politician grannie with your high ideals
love and a promise land We're fools to the rules of the government plan Kick out the style, bring back the jam, bring back the jam My flame is heart, my
Tow the line Tow the line Wake up, your time is nearly over No more the supernova No action guaranteed Wake up you've had an operation Ideals above
In-in-infatuation Satiate my every last desire Infatuation Is this the thing I want or the thing I need? If this isn't love Why does my heart hurt
Bam, Bam, Bam my sweet You can sip it through s straw; you can throw it back neat Just don't be hesitating, waiting for it Because in an ideal world they
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] And his quick observation and active brain made him an ideal agent for gaining information. [
were you able to gather for us On your recent voyage to the Dirtball? This is professor Data My transmission signal is weak and my communication is