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    Captain: Galecto Inspector, do you read me?

    Galecto: Yes Captain.

    Captain: Status?

    Galecto: Completed.

    Captain: Your mission was to land on the dirt ball and explore it thoroughly.
    You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the dirt ball and study
    people's lifestyles; their general habits of living in their strange society.

    Galecto: Yes.

    Captain: Have you done that Galecto Inspector:

    Galecto: Yes I have Captain.

    Captain: Very well, may we have your report?

    Galecto:
    A strange place this dirt ball is
    A lot of guns a lot of rich folk spittin' on bums
    A lot of hoodlums.
    These are just the bums that are really pissed off

    Captain: Why?

    Galecto: Probably cuz they've been ripped off
    By the system.

    Captain: Oh.

    Galecto:
    Cops
    They ride around in little cars
    And throw folk behind bars
    Like little jars
    They're supposed to be there just to serve and protect
    But they just punch faces a lot, and choke necks
    Then they got the higher ups they call judges
    And they rule the land
    This I don't understand
    First of all they like to dress this bitch up in a robe
    On top of all that

    Captain: What?

    Galecto: He's mad old.

    Captain: Oh.

    Galecto:
    And he hates anybody that lives different than he did
    Back when he was a kid
    But that shit was like 400 years ago
    Captain

    Captain: Yes Galecto

    Galecto: I just don't know
    Any kid that was going to jail

    Captain: Yeah...

    Galecto: He'd look me dead in the face and say "stale"
    Then my cloaking device must've went dead

    Captain: Why?

    Galecto: Cuz that old ass judge looked at me and said...

    Chorus:
    This is our world, this is our world, this our world
    So get the fuck out

    This is our world, this is our world, this is our world
    So get the fuck out

    Captain: Very interesting, thank you Galecto Inspector.
    Now probes Data (day-ta) and Data (da-ta) do you read me?

    Both: Yes, here sir.

    Captain: What information were you able to gather for us on your recent voyage to
    the dirt ball?

    Prof. Data (da-ta): This is Professor Data.
    My transmission signal is weak and communications shattered.
    We came in contact with several different specimens of life.

    Dr. Data (day-ta:
    Everything has gotta price even if it's wrong or right.
    Upon sight, people judge and stereotype
    Their forms of government and religion are glorified.

    Prof. Data:
    Purified as the waters that are now polluted
    Members of the flock recruited for duty locked up or instituted.

    Dr. Data:
    This is Dr. Data
    I phased with the planet to see how they medicate her
    She's high off the cane
    Depending how you slang
    You can get most anything
    From a nickel bag of grain
    To a lucy worth of cane

    Prof. Data: Maintain communications, Data here again.
    Their leader is determined by the vote of many men.
    Although he's only human, and slightly overweight
    He controls and manipulates their whole United States.

    Dr. Data:
    I called to the White Castle
    Secret Service on the phone giving me a hassle
    He said the information I requested was denied.
    Before he hung up the phone he took a deep breath, stopped and replied:

    Chorus

    Captain: Judging by the information so far collected, the dirt ball may not be
    the ideal place to land our craft.
    After receiving this information we'll make the final judgment.
    Fleek, are you there?

    Fleek:
    I'm here, but hold up Captain
    Cuz this ain't good
    I'm getting chased by some fat rednecks in white hoods
    I think they're trying to kill me

    Captain: Well what do you mean?

    Fleek:
    It's seems they've gotta problem with the fact that I'm green.
    I guess on the dirt ball they all hate each other
    If it ain't where you're from, it's your skin color.
    Let me get my phasertron out
    Hold up

    zzzzzzzzztttttt

    Captain: What was that?

    Fleek:
    I smoked them.
    But what really fucking turns my tentacles
    Is there relationships
    They swell each other's lips
    I see men that ain't shit in their daily life
    So they come home drunk
    And beat their wife
    She forgives him when he said he didn't mean it
    You ask me they can both suck my petty lip
    I give up Captain
    Beam me back to Zelaloovie
    Oh, another thing they love to watch horror movies
    But you're not allowed to be scary on a CD
    They tried to ban this one group ICP
    I went and seen them in concert
    Jay grabbed me by the head
    Then he took his microphone and said:

    Chorus

    Chorus

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