This is a song about "Dinosaurs and aliens"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Get high, grab a chainsaw, kill some fuckin aliens

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

My styles universal aliens feel it

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Be your ass sick (jurassic) emcees stomp through like dinosaurs

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Ancient aliens first time seeing a flying saucer i'm not a human monster

But got comma’s in my statement

Grab the scissors and saws and

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hoping that he's listening

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks