3po Soul

[Hook] "Where y'all coming from With 3po soul and a style so dumb?" Asking us "Where y'all coming from?" Already hit you So while you flinching We running richer [Bridge] Cling to life and lose it Release life and you gain it You grip too tight, it slips, right? So let it go [Verse 1: Galaxalag] Chipped my teeth on the microphone gadget Bite like a rabbit, buck-toothed and tragic Stumble to my feet by sheer force of habit Bleeding out my attic, rocking autocratic Shooting swiss cheese out my nose through the static Blast them ectoplasmic, Inflict you with the magic Chopping MC's like a monkey with a hatchet Mess with my smash hits, think I about had it [Hook] [Verse 2: Galaxalag] Just got kicked off the lectern at a worship song summit My hymns all plummet, cause church ladies still can't hum it But the kingdom of God...man's religion gave me a fake red light So I'm going to have to run it Word to Pat Sajak Wish I could say that with more tact But you're all that and so fat To uplift I'd need a floor jack Or a crowbar, cause otherwise Your defenses stay intact And that's the door to the kingdom So break up the bivouac [Hook] [Bridge]