I think I’m returning from the dead a zombie apocalypse it’s what you call it someone call in the mystery gang ignite this fame with this alien brain I seen worse been first come at me like garrison Hearst flying high like southwest scared to die but ima try to be sensible like a fucking extraterrestrial with big ears I’m a big deal ever sense I repaired this wheel I’m like a ev never running out of gas I got more hits than Mike Tyson I brave I’m quick ruthless hit you in the gums