[ Chorus ]
Out of space, out of place.
Need more space, a bigger place.
Displace your ugly fucking face, change race. (ay, what ?)
I move at my own pace, not tryna race, not tryna chase.
I' m gonna shoot this raygun, say some.

[ Verse 1 ]
I'm out of this world, so galactic.
I'm out this world, I'd make you believe Atlantis.
I'm out this astro world, ay yo Travis.
I'm a martian, no other option, full caution.
I give you options, like high money auctions.
Spurring toxins , martians.
I'm such a distraction to them (bozos)
They want attention so bad (promos)
I'm such an alien, filled with uranium, titanium.
I'm a demon that has a reason to cause treason.
Your dumbass would pay premium for an extra threesome.
I'm so high like helium, that I'm first on the podium
You want freedom, but I'd shoot you down, I'm fearsome.
Our legion shooting a beacon for this rеgion.
I'm a champion call me scorpion.
I'm so victorious that I belong in victorian and I'm not a historian.

[ Verse 2 ]
Blowing up galaxies, not a fantasy.
I'll bе a danger to your family, I'm usings strategy.
We come from no gravity, here to cause tragedy.
We'll come in rapidly to cause agony.
We are god to you, don't disrespect, such blasphemy.
You see us as insanity, randomly.
You depict us that way, so we'll shoot a gun ray.
We'll cause you pain eternally.
Interstellar beings we have no feelings, will cause beatings.
We hear pleadings, now y'all intend on meetings ?
Bust through y'all's ceilings, no greetings.
We're the giants, the tyrant's.
I'm shooting up the booth.
In an all black suit, make you spill the truth.
I'm a brute, make you scurry a different route.
Rip out the tree roots, how rude.
Your our food, your screwed, brewed.
[ Chorus ]
Out of space, out of place.
Need more space, a bigger place.
Displace your ugly fucking face, change race. (ay, what ?)
I move at my own pace, not tryna race, not tryna chase.
I' m gonna shoot this raygun, say some.

[ Outro ]
I'm gonna marsh and shoot.
Hang you over an arch and boot.
It's March, but no lucky day, better pray, cause we're gonna spray, any day, is the end of your play, out my way, if you stay your dead by May.