Braga Choocha - Rorschach

Stayathome Spaceman

Go out of range don't bring the phone
Did what my brain can when in the zone
Sprayed up a race can with silver chrome
Aimed for the stars and I hit the dome
Now just a space man who stays at home
Now just a space man who stays at home
Wanna get out on the rise
Don't care about your slimy lives
Flick your tongue need a new disguise
Hands greased up with slimy fries
Take what I'm saying pinch of salt
Programming not ya fault
Take it apart lose the bolts
Don't say shit when you feel the jolt
Takes a lot to shock me
One touch I'm like Spock see
Got a silk farm and the clothes free
I'm like kenobi sliced up my homie
Ignite the saber spark up a spliff
Inhale the vapor Impale a sith
Yeah I am one with the force and life is a bitch
Little prick go tickle a dick
I jumped out the bog like pickle rick
Middle fingers up spin around slick
Lolling around like yeah i'm a prick
Not feeling this round earth shit

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Writer(s): J Philbin
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