..(Intro) Space may be the final frontier, but its made in..made in a..a what?... Don't make me say it.." NO, NO..DONT MAKE HIM SAY IT "..Say what ?..what you gotta say, shit..Made in a Hollywood basement.."gay ass space ships"...(Chorus) When I was just a little baby boy my Daddy used to say to me some crazy shit/ He used to tell me astronauts went to the moon, the moon in a space ship/ but then I got a little bit older & realized that NASA gets sixty million a day in/...the federal budget," for what ,shit?", just so them cock suckers could fake it...(Verse) Now alotta people ask me things, & expect an explanation...explanations/ they wana know where flat earth's edge is at, but I can't meet expectations/ they extrapolate the data base ,by NASA, but it's all a charade which/they put in our face the first day of class that we were placed in, "yeah, from the very first grade then"/ we were trained & taught, our brains were washed/ all the years, months, weeks & days lost/ all the distractions from what really matters remains lost/ all the games tossed, like hot potatoes, but their aims off/ cuz they were taught to think the exact same thoughts/ as their parents were made to obey laws/ that were man made but, what a shame, cuz they ain't Gods/ well maybe they're fake gods, doin' space walks/ & they misplaced, the telemetry data, that stays lost/.."Houston...we have a problem"..would the real Buzz All-drin, buzz or call when/ Neil Day Graw Tyson Armstrong re-unites with Michael Call- ins/ shoves on the blind dark side of the moon & he's all in..they bettin' the whole farm friend/ lost a leg & an arm when/they forgot to check the alarm then/ went into the depart-ment of arrow-not-icks in Tar-get/ " Oh my...God shit/ it could've been Wall mart/ tryed to put a pioneer speaker in the I.S.S. but they couldn't in-stall it/ but they drink their pee in.. I think coffee,but I couldn't call it..Naw, Houston..I couldn't call it/ "call what?" the fact that it's diabolic/ what's die-uuh-ball-lick?/ is that when you lie to stall shit/ "stall what?", well how about...all this?..yeah, now I doubt ya'll shit..cuz we don't live on a ball bitch/ spinning in circles..in circle jerks..but only off the wall , its/ time to wake up the small kids, & the ones that's tall its..the teacher when she first learned how to crawl , fish/ we didn't evolve kids...naw...not at fucking all kids...so kids...just sing along...yeahhh...we just..jus singing this song..."we just wingin' it dog..yeahh..uhh..swingin' at nonsense..(Chorus) When I was just a little baby boy my Daddy used to say 2 me some crazy shit/ He used 2 tell me astronauts went 2 the moon, the moon in a space ship/ but then I got a little bit older & realized that NASA gets sixty million a day in/...the federal budget," for what ,shit?", just so them cock suckers could fake it.(Outro) So at the end of the day kids..Yeah..uhhh.. Hollywood Basement...they faked it...im jus sayin'..though../Flatter Day Saints bitchhh....
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