Verse 1:
Homie, I’m not from this planet
I know all that martian shit been done
But I know how dumb it is
I don’t know where all this wisdom from
Just know that I’m authentic
Different and I’m skippin’ to the rhythm of a different drum
Flow toxic, so arsenic
Levels to these lyricists, me and you are on a different one
I got different groupies sleepin' in my bunk
No Corona, she don’t carry no virus
To your mama had to tell that bitch “quiet”
Fuck her missionary, grabbin’ on a dirty pair of Osiris
High top fresh out of JC Penny
Scared of drinkin' , see 'em babysitting
They could think it but they can’t be winning
You a lame, Gat Gatlink, name seem fitting
If the shoe fit, tighten up your bootstrap
Likе a redneck hoppin’ in his pickup truck
With his Yodo glass in the crеw cab
Took his wallet and his phone and his check cash stub
And a wrecked dashboard soakin’ with his blood
That some tough guys can’t stomach
Them young fuck boys that study my style
Wanna come for my crown but just can’t cut it
Wanna stab me in the back with a dull blade
Haters wrinkle up their face like a shar pei puppy
I pay nothin’ for the ice tray
My chain, my ring, I went got made custom
I don't need adjustin', put it on my pinky
My homie try to say it’s too big (too big!)
I thought I got rid of all my bitchass friends
Take 'em around somebody famous
They be quick to jump dick
Slick, tell ‘em nothin’, fuck it, it does fit
Walked in my nuts drag like a new bride
Wedding dress when the maid of honor
Straight forgot to walk behind her
Had her trippin’ on her dress two times
People look at me assumin’ I’ma be this cool guy
Truth is my shoes are full of moon rocks
Maybach spacecraft when I pull off
Fuck a helicopter pad rooftop, I’m in my
Hook:
UFO, flying saucer
Start from ten and count to one
It's like a rocket launcher
When I'm in my UFO, flying saucer
Take a look into a telescope and try to watch me
When I'm in my
UFO, flying saucer
Causin' problems of a cosmic size proportion
I'm in orbit in my
UFO, flying saucer
I forgot to say goodbye so tell 'em sayonara

Verse 2:
A L I, E N human bein’
They all lie, see and you believe it
Guts spillin’ on a microphone like a bulemic
Watson in the studio as soon as he hit record
I feel like we went to Venus and we catch
A reflex, a VS, a beanbag of big crescent moons
Music hopefully that’ll soothe any depressing moods
Stop a relapse on booze, hey
My name is Johnny, I’m an addict, I’m an outlaw
Now clean, but the rapper won’t allow me to blend in still
Start pickin’ up the pen then feel
While departed in the cloud is like a cloud chief
Count each syllable, now each metaphor
Might be better words I could use that’d work
I forgot the cadence and the key that I had at first
It happens every time I return back to Earth
Unhuman motherfucker, don’t age
Overweight, no hypeman on the whole stage
When does he breathe?
Handin’ out features for the free
Done the shit people never did for me
I’m an open book, flip the page if you wanna read
Too deep to be tongue in cheek
Too genius underneath the machine
Buckle up, we about to see the unseen up in my
Hook:
UFO, flying saucer
Start from ten and count to one
It's like a rocket launcher
When I'm in my UFO, flying saucer
Take a look into a telescope and try to watch me
When I'm in my
UFO, flying saucer
Causin' problems of a cosmic size proportion
I'm in orbit in my
UFO, flying saucer
I forgot to say goodbye so tell 'em sayonara