| I do not see why it is necessary to wear these ridiculous uniforms
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| Protocol
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| They look like dresses
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| That is an incredibly outmoded and sexist attitude
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| I’m surprised at you
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| Besides, you look good in a dress
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| Science Officer’s log
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| Star date: tomorrow
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| I been time travelin' again
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| And thanks to the brilliant work of engineering
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| The space weed took me to the next level
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| Ry
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| I present you a medal
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| Science achievement unlocked (unlocked, unlocked, unlocked)
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| Thank you for your attentiveness
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| To forward thrusters
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| Engage on you busters
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| I cut the mustard
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| Equipment check computer:
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| How many parsecs back did we start this adventure?
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| It seems that our distance
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| Warp path of least resistance
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| Insists that our course is skewed (what?)
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| (Yea) Fortune smiles
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| We’re in the vicinity of anti’s
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| Drop a fucking bomb on em'
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| Blackberry motherfucker
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| Ooh (yeah), the battle is fierce
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| And my stylesheet hides all the replies
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| Capitulate antis
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| The Game is mine
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| Throw them haters in the brig if they actin' up
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| Throw them haters in the brig if they actin' up
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| Throw them haters in the brig if they actin' up
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| In the name of the Spam God, that’s what’s up
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| Throw em' in the brig
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| Throw em' in the brig
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| Throw em' in the brig if they actin' up
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| In the name of the Spam God, that’s what’s up
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| Throw em' in the brig
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| Throw em' in the brig
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| Throw em' in the brig if they actin' up
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| In the name of the Spam God, that’s what’s up
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| Ask where I’ve been?
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| I’ve been around the galaxy
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| Alex P Keaton shake em up, hail me back one time
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| Conservative in a Rush, call me Limbaugh
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| I Shout «timber!»
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| When the wood break out
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| All the ladies in the holodeck suite make out
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| With each other cause I said so, program Nintendo
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| All the ladies in the suite make out
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| With each other cause I said so, program Nintendo
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| YTCracker to the bridge
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| We got an asteroid field ahead
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| I need to realign the crystals
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| Luckily trichomes are fissile
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| Start a chain reaction and boost my space
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| In my DNA polymerase
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| Is the meanest Gene that the world done seen (done seen)
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| Yeah that mother is green
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| Just like the organics stuffed in the screen
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| Blam
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| Now it’s back to the mission
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| Loading ammunition, complex addition
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| Got the Anarchist Cookbook
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| Which edition?
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| Version 666, all the bombs still work
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| I got that textfile archive
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| Check out my baud
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| I’m a body builder cause I build the mails
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| I pair a subject with science then send it
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| Got attorneys in Boca Raton who defend it
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| Blackberry Berry Gordy and Roddenberry
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| Barry White bery good is it understood?
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| Drew Barrymore
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| Saw an alien when I was a kid
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| It inspired me to become a spaceman
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| Now I’m doing all that space can
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| Spitting fire like a Mace can
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| Johnny Quest to the Race Bannon
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| Fire up a prepaid anon
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| And get a server for us to do dirt on
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| Yeah, the battle is fierce
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| And my stylesheet hides all replies
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| Capitulate antis |