Lyrics Ex-Alien - Brandon Wolf Hill, Sciamachy, Benjamin James Parrish

Ex-Alien

Alien butt-sex man
Holy shit, ha-ha yeah
Watch my flow dude
Yo, hah!
In my bed call me chief
After that call me thief
Hoes receive
Make you eat dead babies
Shooting loads like police
Riding dick yelling, «Please!
I want your calories!»
No need for families when you’re high on the munchies
Sex is the story
Filling all your needs
Hating those 'V's cause I only do 'D's
If you know what I mean
No I don’t know what you mean…
BITCH I’M GAY
Oh my God
Shit, is this bitch an alien?
HOLY FUCK!
I’ve never seen THAT hole before…
(SKA!)
BITCH, let’s have some whack-ass sex
Anything we do, better than my ex
No pets, but I’ll fuck you like a T-Rex
I love it when you choke me, can’t reach my neck
Better grab some goggles
Put my semen in some bottles
And I think I broke her tonsils
Only fucking with them models
Think I fucked a girl named Charles
Got her sucking on my caramels
Drink some semen through some funnels
Mumble through a fucking muzzle
Oh my God…
Shit, that’s fucked up
She’s just chugging away, oh my God
(Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp)
WOO!
This is the close encounters
Of the third kind
Close encounters with the third kind
Down below my belt
Close encounters of the third kind
Close encounters of the third kind
Close encounters of the third kind