This is a song about "Dead space"

A space encounter serving paste and powder

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Your waist of space while i levitate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Every one deals with it, everyone in the fucking interplanetary space!

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I look ahead, i see outer space

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space