Galactic Gods

As I got in my rocket ship
I saw the chip
I ate it without a moment's pause
I knew it was the will of the gods
As the ship took off
I got whooping cough
Did I die no I did not
I was able to cheat out the lot
We landed on Mars 10 years later
I know I saw an alligator
Hooded and I got to the ground
There was no water but we almost drowned
Damn, there was magma!
But the gods slammed the gas
Not that we could die anyway
We not gonna let anyone get in our way
That's why we can't even stay
We flew our way back to the moon
We even got a chick to swoon
The moon looks like cheese
Can I eat it please
But first I must eat my peas
When we got there I saw a riot
The guy leading it was Wyatt
He bit and screamed at all the libs
We got Wyatt back to the ship
Wyatt ate another chip
That bag was sitting there for 10 years
I contained all are blood, sweat, and tears
Moisty mire is my home
It's where I go to choke on foam
All my adventures were with me friends
This is where my story ends!!

Aight Garrison, lemme peep the record
Hooded be taking over for a second
Got three gods on the track, way more in the group
We goin big, gimme that loot
Back stabbers gone get the boot
Kick em out on the street on their asses
Brother got the boof, cmon pass it
And by boof I mean dark oak saplings in minecraft
We don't smoke, why would you think that
The gods are on a trip through the galaxy
Damn, all these weaklings mad at me
But gods don't need to notice that shit
We just keep flyin in our bombass ship
We a bunch of nerdy white boys, but still spit fire
Put in all this work on music, i'm damn tired
And while this verse is still good i'm gonna retire

We're off
Our rocket going way fast, past the places from our history
Listen to me
The earth is getting a little further away
Touche
We're on our way to venus full of dismay
There is so much distance between us.
Garrett eats rust
We trust that the gods will protect us
Defend us
We're like the magic school bus
The Earth is getting smaller all the time
Size of a dime
We're there
No air
The sky as dense as hershey
We pray that the gods will have mercy on our souls
We're walking a stroll of death while Hooded Jacked up on meth
You can see it on his breath
We wait for death as we close our eyes and cry
Cry that the galactic gods aren't using airpods.

We are the ones that come from the sun
Come to us if you want real fun
We are the ones with all the of swords
We are the ones that know all the music chords
We are the ones going to space
And we are leaving the puny human race
We'll put you in the sun and watch you burn
Next it will be one of your friends turn
Because we are the merciless sun gods
And we have hot rockin' bods