Plan 9

from Earth Island by Hidden

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lyrics

Verse 1

Danger, danger, all hands on the block now
Sentries take aim, intruders get shot down
Apocalypse now, mentally prepped for decades
Decimate your squad, take your queen like a chess game
Guesstimate the body count, a whole fuckin' lot
Excuse the French, we like Italy, keeping this shit on lock
Pure dope in the pot, enter veins like a shot
Keep the death rays hot, we melting you bumbaclots
Invaders from the 9th dimension, evil intentions
Unleash the 9th level of sentience in a sentence
Contentious how I move, heavy hemi with a vengeance
Metal steady, never bend it, keep running like an engine

Verse 2

Let the dust settle then it's back onto the saddle
Enemies found up shit's creek without a paddle
Phaser on max for the battle
Make your family weep like taking a baby's rattle
Yeah, hand it over
Be a hero, get flattened like a cat ran over
Go splat, bugs bouncing off the grill of the craft
going fast through the sky, up and down like a raft
Put the scanners full blast, I smell weakness
Abduction, run experiments, expose you to diseases
Dispose you like a lab rat, suited in a hazmat
visit from outer space concluded, we head back

Verse 3

Stupid fucks, removing guts like an autopsy
Small, 5'11 but pack a punch like a sawed shotty
Lotta smoke, we Bob Marley, dead I am, Rob Zombie
Hard body, Don Dada, John Gotti
Knock off your socks like a hot toddy, uppercut
Left, right, double punch, bitch pucker up
Hit 'em up, fuck 'em up, catch 'em in the parking lot
Pull up, put 'em in the trunk where it's dark and hot
Tough like a gargoyle, demonic features
Increased reverb, jeepers creepers, diseased creature
Knife in the back, deceased Cesar, yes sir
Take out the guesswork, leave this shit to the experts

credits

from Earth Island, released August 1, 2020
Written, Performed & Produced by Hidden
Mixed & Mastered by MatrixAudio
HRSUnderground, LLC 2020

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