This is a song about "Alien sex"

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And we havin' rough sex

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

See, i'm second to no one

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

So alien ima be, cause i ain't controlled by salary

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And in love with her, lets have sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

I'm the alien that crushes this predator