RAPPIN' THE UNKNOWN© - 2: oink or oik? (.aka: ballad of a semi-skimmed female mortal.)

she stroke dem thighs yeah
flash telepathically
know what i mean chirp

temperatures risin
her face is unravellin
icicle teeth shine

green cats eyes swivel
language breaks down to vowels
flying saucers right?

so (for earth peoples)
come party babe - bad bad babe!
bling him to dat pulp

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oy (bullet on stilts) ! you over there in that skimpy grass skirt (and no top) - light some more incense and pass THE freekin drugs and open another bottle of jack daniels (or southern comfort)! come on!!

move it sheila!!! http://www.mosnews.com/news/2004/04/05/ufo.shtml ___ http://www.futurehorizons.net/saucer.htm ___ http://www.iwantoneofthose.com/FLYSAU.htm ___ http://www.parentcompany.com/great_flying_saucer_myth/tgfsm.htm