The Riddle Box: Lyrics: I'm An Alien

Lyrics:

[Intro: Project Pat]
Outer space
Outer space. Outer space
Outer space. I'm so outer space
Outer space. Outer space
Outer space. I'm so outer space

[Chorus: Project Pat]
I'm on bars. I'm on bars
I'm so high, I feel like I'm on Mars
I'm a' alien. I'm a' alien
I'm a' alien. I'm a' alien
I'm on bars. I'm on bars
I'm so high, I feel like I'm on Mars
I'm a' alien. I'm a' alien
I'm a' alien. I'm a' alien

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
My name is Project Pat [?]
[?] be looking sci-fi
Rollin', I got big ice
XL, super size
More bars than a prison ward
I'm [?] it hurts, [?]
Puffin' on my mind, molly on my tongue
Lookin' for them freakazord
[?] robot android
She put my num her Android
I never call her. I ain't think about her
Arrogant, [?]
You suckers [?]
Right across the head, ass crack
Place the chopper in your chest
Roll your chest out your back
[?] diesel, test the gas
Sprinkle like frosting [?]
My man on Mars wanna [?] some ass
But I'm still on earth gettin' [?]
My money comes first, rent's last
Bone smoker, no pass
Juicy J's zig zags
Xanax's in stash
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[Verse 2: Violent J]
You see my poppin' Xannies
Let's see you drop them panties
Blow that tight neden out
Into a sock like your granny's
I'm fresh like Aunt Annie's
All up in your fannies
My hoes thick like Nicki ass
Yours have dicks, trannies
No space shuttle
Higher than the Hubble
Blow me like a bubble
A Hubba Bubba double
Skeet a puddle for your trouble
Heffers jump for my jism
A martian from Mars
The mothership has risen
I'm a clown when I'm sober
Now I'm stompin' on Pluto
Somehow, now I know Judo
A pitbull fuckin' a poodle
[?] in space like a comet
See somethin' flyin, I'm it
An alien on bars
I come to earth to bomb it

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]
[?] put them footballs down
I only fuck with bars
Straight up totem poles
That other shit's for cowards
I crush them hoes to dust
Then I cut 'em up with [?]
Choppin' up thick-ass rockstar lines
I oot 'em up my nose
Them bars got me lifted
Highway to heaven
Flyin' way above the clouds
[?] seven forty-seven
Stomp them through the deep
Like the night of the walking zombies
Fought them from the [?]
[?] a mission for more Xannies
Flippin' 'em out quick
That ain't no candy in that Pez dispenser
Hand feedin' this broad
Blastin' off when I sex her
All-night fuck sessions
She screamin' that she love this dick
I know it's your wife, for a couple of bars
Tonight, though, she gon' be my bitch