....startlight laggon....

astologist have puzzled the myths and paths of the milky way
a mystery of where the stars die,well thats all done & kill'd today
heres a secrate of where they go unravaled and displayed as good
place where comet's&stars go on dates and make babes inside the hood
where chukie rules the starlight playground inside a cabin castle
aidin prince purpel,and the lord of the rings stands on saturns axel
where copper's make sure noones readin bibles,but spliffin green
and thugs wrestle criminals with capes, munchin on krispy-kreme
we dispise them guys walkin oldies cross the road wit hand in first
might think shits weird here but its exact oppsed from planet earf
been planin birth, teen's dun get laid but film'd on tape roll it please
males have to take birth control cause sperm flows from overy's
here you buy time wit bills and minutes actualy concive the hour
and seconds walk home from school worrin bout an metor shower
beilive it or not yeah time is alive and kickin it on crushed ice
and it goes to church to sell my name instead of jesus christ
its the pathways to hell where demons fuck rap & drink techno juice
and pastor's go on missionarys to earth dressed in girbuad & ecko-suits
i let the truth poor outta my veins cause bloods no longer vacnt
cause pimp-juice flows in streams and marriage is no longer sacret
where we take it, where angels shit on popes and'll put a hex on you
and anti-tobacco protester's smoke newports and carry an x-tra set or two
i just told the worlds best keep secrate no matter the risk i take
but i feel an urge now to go fuck some kids at camp crystle lake