[Hook x2]
Alien Hand Syndrome (Alien Hand Syndrome)
I got Alien Hand Syndrome (Alien Hand Syndrome)
Can't control my system that blurts out all these rhymes
Just know that it comes out fluent b**h I speak my f**ing mind
[Verse 1]
Spittin' sickness, mouth is open, look at all these slobbers drippin'
Haven't licked my lips, dry as f**, give me lipstick
I'm just kidding that is sickenin' I'm just Dennis Rodman trippin'
It's a joke, I said No H.O.M.O
Let it go, here I go, UP, solar system
I get so high like a pigeon, just may be why I'm sh**tin'
I'm so high, you is midgets, hey there Coleman I am Willis
I'm so Fly you want me down, I suggest you use repellents
Yea I get it you is jealous, you got rough feet, I am Gellin
Don't find me appealing, cuz my limit has no ceilings
My rhymes is out this world, my Mexican half Reptilian
Ever seen War of the Worlds? then beware cuz I'm villian
I swear that my a** suffer from Alien Hand Syndrome
Cuz I just wrote an entire verse that has no point or message
But if you still don't get it, and still have the need to question?
Here's a quick lil' message I'll repeat in different accents, I got...
[Hook x2]
Alien Hand Syndrome (Alien Hand Syndrome)
I got Alien Hand Syndrome (Alien Hand Syndrome)
Can't control my system that blurts out all these rhymes
Just know that it comes out fluent b**h I speak my f**ing mind
[Verse 2]
Most of the world wanna see me fall
Only thing dropping is my balls
So yall can talk sh** all you want, dick gets big from insults
Get so geeked up, summer salts
Cartwheels, man I'm off the wall
Just surprised that most of yall will take the time to talk bout mwah
Thats ok, people k**ed Jesus and now they wear his cross
But I'm still here breathing, so you can shut up or mute the song
Earth is full of a crowd of hate
f** the traffic, I live in space
Only come down to visit my son, cuz I'm only allowed visitation days
Isn't it f**ed up? I'm a little f**ed up
fu*k, should of never drank out of that red cup
f** it I'm on one, everybody turn up
Nope not loud enough turn up the beat
Need the ear drums poppin' til' the sh** bleeds
Want a piece of mind? well I'm writing the speech
To expose how I'm feeling and things I think
Think I'm crazy? might as well be
Delirious, demented, looney, deranged
Write it on a paper and then I go sane
Back to my senses, like i just came
Jagging off all my wicked thoughts
It plays and plays and I can't press pause
I got Tourettes and no respect
And my priest says I've been possessed, by a demon who speaks real sh**
[Hook x4]
Alien Hand Syndrome (Alien Hand Syndrome)
I got Alien Hand Syndrome (Alien Hand Syndrome)
Can't control my system that blurts out all these rhymes
Just know that it comes out fluent b**h I speak my f**ing mind