ft. Peter the Whaler, Sergeant Spin, and Sir Spectacle

Goodbye Earth, I say farewell
It’s time for space travel, it’s time to sail
With aliens who are already probing me
Wondering how I got to be so good at rapping
They stick me, they want to learn
How I basically crochet with the alphabet and these words
I tell them I just do it, it somehow comes natural
They say that’s preposterous and scientifically impossible
They take out a ray gun, blast me on the toe
I said, “Ouch! What’d you go do that fo?"
I wondered if they would ever let me go
I asked them twice, both times they said, "No!"
They took me to their planet, that’s run by giant hamsters
Put me on a wheel, and said run quicker
That my quick metaphors, similes, and words wouldn’t save me
Nor would my spectacular and savory delivery
I'm just running and running and running

Blasting past the stratosphere
In the face of all your fears
Soon to see what lies ahead
Your wildest dreams or is it death?

10,9, 87654321 we have lift off
swing by our gift shop and listen to this ill hip-hop
hop on pop, I drop a lot of change, out of range
where no danger lurks and jerks about, the perks are out
perched on the table, please don’t put a label on me, imagine what we could be
you and me, no room for three in this vacant lot, Polk a dot dress
our hairs a mess, lets forget the rest and move to space and lose
memory of the faces of the ones who brought us down, and tracked us through the mud through the blood, through the crud, through this old town, with no more frowns, just take flight with me, now don’t you see. Space is much better when we are we and I am you and you are me, and I am he, and you are she, and we intertwine like a double v. Double you is fine for me, but I’m just happy where I can be with you, no gravity, find some longevity, whether its naturally made or artificially sculpted, like a volcano that’s erupted and the magma’s pouring all around, and I would bless you with crown, and a bouquet of flowers, the sun is your shower…

Blasting past the stratosphere
In the face of all your fears
Soon to see what lies ahead
Your wildest dreams or is it death?

Outer space, my favorite vacuum
Careful when you use the bathroom
Handshakes with some extraterrestrials
Charting a course into the celestial
Orbiting around in a circular fashion
Throw away space trash in our chrome trash bin
Turn a few knobs, incoming transmission:
“The moon is the sun, with lesser ambition”
Traveling at lightspeed, fly through a wormhole
Instruments are jammed, patch a hole in the thermal
Meteor shower, satellite shampoo
In outer space there is nothing you can’t do
Practical joke poke a hole in your helmet
An oven mitt from hell is known as an oven hell mitt
Technical problems, internal combustion
All of us die in a fiery explosion

Blasting past the stratosphere
In the face of all your fears
Soon to see what lies ahead
Your wildest dreams or is it death?