Galacto Inspector do you read me?
Your mission was to land on the Dirtball and explore it thoroughly You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the Dirtball And study peoples life styles Their general habits of living in their strange society
Have you done that Galacto Inspector? Very well, may we have your report?
A strange place this Dirtball is a lot of guns A lot of rich folks spitting on bums These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Probably 'cause they been ripped off by the system Cops, they ride around in little cars And throw folks behind bars, like little jars They supposed 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
First of all, they like to dress this bitch up in a robe And he hates anybody that looks different Then he did back when he was a kid But that shit was like 400 years ago
Any kid that was going to jail, yeah
He looked me dead in the face and said, "Stale" Then my cloaking device must of went dead 'Cause the old ass judge looked at me and said
Very interesting, thank you Galacto Inspector Now probes Data and Data, do your read me? On your recent voyage to the Dirtball?
My transmission signal is weak and my communication is shattered Everything has got a price even if it's wrong or right Upon sight people judge and stereo type
Purified as the waters that are now polluted Members of the flock recruited for duty
This is doctor Data I phase with the planet To see how they medicate her, she's high off that cane Depending how you slang you can get most anything From a nickel bag of grain, to a Lucy worth of cane
Maintain communication Data here again Their leader is determined by the vote of many men Although he's only human and slightly over weight He controls and manipulates their whole United States
I call to the white castle Secret service on the phone giving me a hassle Before he hung up the phone he took a deep breath
The Dirtball may not be the ideal place to land our craft
I'm here but hold up Captain 'cause this ain't good I'm getting chased by some fat rednecks in white hoods I think they're trying to kill me It seems they got a problem with the fact that I'm green
I guess on the Dirtball 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, buzz
But what really fuckin' turns my tentacles is their 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 they wife
She forgives him when he say's he didn't mean it You ask me they can both suck my petty lip I give up captain, beam me back to Zelaloovy Another thing they love to watch horror movies
But your not allowed to be scary on a CD They tried to ban this one group ICP I went to see 'em in concert J grabbed me by the head And then he took his microphone and said
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