Oli Flippins Paid Lancers - Alien Birth
Miles of Highways meant for all those
Sitting in the Class to fall through the Cracks
Why Bypass my way I got the Sickle & Hay straws in my Back Pack
The next of the Queasy you're on the Lunch Tray grey Veggies
All tucked up in your Stomach sounds Hissy Weaners lost in the Hockey
Stick I Pockey the Cod eating in their Earlobes I roast now you need
A brand new knee your Tearful Pride is Incense I mite lit
Styling your Burial Headstone I’m Beautiful in one Nation under
Granite the Net & me Inner Circlе I'm slaying that Alien Birth
Don't stand just sit outta sight like your Lady Dry Cleanеr
Oli going to Silencer leave her in the Will Grubworm sightta
Bittersweet Yellow in the Shallowed out Snow caus I’m Oli Flippin's Paid Lancers
I know you want to be me but why do you have a Alien Birth
Inside a Rap Party I told you not to bring the Beef Jerkey
That's why I brought a Lighta Yoplait and Sherbet that
Ice Cream Van got in Yoda Ice Pop just need a Shirt to Tear off
While Day of School Business has finished on your leave you heave
& Butt the Rail off
Crochea & a Button up T-shirt
Half of it Pink Dyed with a Green squirt
What happened to the Papers the Peers the Pears
Don't they know the Army is a slow motion
Airlift but it's momentarily