An alien to the public but stop fussing
You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening
Me and satan vacatin to ancient alien places
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young
Call me malcolm sex or tyson
I'm the alien that crushes this predator
Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer
So alien ima be, cause i ain't controlled by salary
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun
Malcolm sex, the next eminem
Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
And we havin' rough sex
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