I woke around this mornin? at 7: 30 Head hurtin' and my stomach felt funny Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky Suckers swarm around, many begin to die Shitty smell run across the whole city Nuclear toxic now we won't feel no pity Many die from ebola, many from AIDS Mexicans, whities, Japaneses and spades Indian, Iranian, and all them others 'Bout to find out for self, we got the phantom See which side of the game is over there Well is this it, the end of civilization? Are we prepared? Well, I hope so Here's the official stolen government training film Of the secret plan to deal with an alien uprising Today you have to stay on your toes When you're walkin' the streets And stalkin' the sheets, stay on the low Go to the wrong territory and get blown Some brotha's ain't even knowin? Revelations are is on its way like ya next spliffs So get your mental uplift while we shootin' the gift Black magic chants, mass eat per cold clams Be on the sky, take a glare, look around, wonder why We must be born to die Classified ultra secret, Air Force generals only Ten hut, at ease, men, take your seat This is General Curtis Goatheart If you are viewing this