[Lyric] 3po Soul (Soul-Junk)

[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]