Directly From the Mother Ship
Created | Updated May 21, 2003
Hitchhikin' MC
You had one too many
Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters.
Your brain's been fried.
Too many drinks made your brain numb.
Too slow, too dumb.
Best pick yourself up,
Get your thoughts untied.
Open your mind to what I'm sayin'.
I ain't playin', I'm displayin'
What you should be:
A true hitchhikin' MC!
Directly From the Mother Ship
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