Game feat. Tyler, the Creator & Lil Wayne Martians vs. Goblins Lyrics

The R.E.D. Album Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Dr. Dre Intro
  • 2 The City
  • 3 Drug Test
  • 4 Martians vs. Goblins
  • 5 Red Nation
  • 6 Dr. Dre, Part 1
  • 7 Good Girls Gone Bad
  • 8 Ricky
  • 9 The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
  • 10 Heavy Artillery
  • 11 Paramedics
  • 12 Speakers on Blast
  • 13 Hello
  • 14 All the Way Gone
  • 15 Pot of Gold
  • 16 Dr. Dre, Part 2
  • 17 All I Know
  • 18 Born in the Trap
  • 19 Mama Knows
  • 20 California Dream
  • 21 Dr. Dre Outro
  • 22 Basic Bitch
  • Mars

    Blood gang kill 'em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang
    Kidnap a vampire, drain all his ****in' veins
    Wolf gray Jordan's, use his intestines for the strings
    Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a ****in' train
    Sniff a ****ing unemployment line of cocaine
    Tie Lil' B up to a full tank of propane
    Swag, now watch him cook
    And just stand there and look
    Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
    Martians versus Goblins, goons versus the crooks
    And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
    I shoulda got a real-*** pirate to do the hook
    Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
    My power's limitless like Blanka on Sega Genesis
    Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
    Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight *****

    ***** I'm a motha****in' martian (Goddamn Goblin)
    ***** I'm a motha****in' martian (It's the goddamn Goblin)
    ***** I'm a motha****in' martian (I'mma goddamn Goblin)
    Motha****in' martian (Goddamn Goblin)
    We are not the same, I am a martian

    A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
    Now my future's brighter than Christopher's new haircut
    Bruno Mars is still sucking **** and ****ing male butts
    In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from
    Um, I suck? Where the ****in' Ring Pops?
    You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox
    Wolf Gang, we rock, crack rock and that **** was expected
    Like Jayceon whenever he name-drops (**** you, Tyler)
    Jesus, **********ing Theresa
    This ***** Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
    My team is running **** like we have full-cleat Adidas
    Getting chased by the polices on a full bred Cheetah
    Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
    Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
    Dragging all you fags to the back of the log cabin
    Fall back like Lebron's hairline against the Mavericks (he lost)


    I do 'cause lil' Tunechi always bless me
    He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you
    **** you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
    I ****ed her on the day of that naked video shoot
    I was sucking that ***** like it was wonton soup
    Then I hit Lebron's mom in bron-bron's coupe
    With Delonte West taping, we had bon-bons too
    And Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
    So I smacked them *****es wearing Bishop Don Juan's suit
    (Where was Snoop?) I don't know, probably doing what the Crips do
    But when I'm with my uncle, **** it! Then I'm a Crip too
    And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
    Now I'm the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
    Mad that DC comics overlooked me
    Cause Captain America's straight *****


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