Summertime Skeetin - Strange U

Intergalactic starship travellin through space

Ultra ???

plastic hiding your face

Yo, Strange Universe smashing 'em

Coming to the party with your brains out the packaging

Party on, hand me the Evian

Space funk heavy like stampeding elephants

It’s gonna getcha

Laying on the stretcher

Observe level four super saiyan on the lever

Gonna pull the power up to the max

Had the patience of a Buddhist, now I’m up for the smash!

With the bang-bang boogie

Orangutan wookiee on the road

Trying to get the campervan nookie

Holy Moses!

They creep in all seizures

Aiming for the face like «peeing off, Skeeting!

High fashion, summertime sheepskin

Black and red agbada, beasting

While the beast stays slaughtering the spine

I’m in the lab turning water into wine

Intergalactic starship travellin through space

Ultra ???

plastic hiding your face

Yo, yo, don’t own a Benz

Never had a Bentley, had a BMX once, guess I never had the envy

As a kid, total day-dreamer

Dreaming of the day I’ll become a gate-keeper

A paid late sleeper, living the dream

With a bait fake beeper and a thinking machine

Living in a fortress, Victor Von Doomin' it

Thinking to myself «What the hell I’m gonna do with it?»

Wayne’s world, party time, excellent!

Champagne and mescaline, getting it in, let’s begin!

Never again.

I woke on a moonbase

Looking like Harvery Dent, my nigga, Two-Face

Trying to recollect the previous night’s antics

High as a heli-jet and some premium priced Catnip

That’s it.

Ready for the detox

One, two, three… Smash!

Intergalactic starship travellin through space

Ultra ???

plastic hiding your face

Hey yo, Z is chillin', Twin is chillin'

What more can I say?

We’re in the building

The brave, the foul ghouls mad leader

Getting waved up in Chalmun’s cantina

The bambina, arse hammer if you seen 'er

I seen a lot a guys lose manners tryna meet her

The unattainable temptress, the red dress drama!

The Devil wears Prada

You get nada, so keep dreaming

She puts a new severed head in the fridge each evening, — for real —

I know the game so I’m keeping my skull

Staying vigilant cause she might be a Skrull

Moving on, bigger fish to fry up

Back to terminate the main liquorice supplier

Billy Joel didn’t start the fire

But look into the eyes of the last survivor, ah!

But you don’t hear me, though

You wanna hear the funk, then here we go…

To all competition it’s «Cheeri-o!»

But you don’t hear me, though

Intergalactic starship travellin through space

Ultra ???

plastic hiding your face

Yeah, so, I’m on Mars right about now

With my homeboy, Marvin, you know what I mean?

'bout to paint the town red