[Intro: Jamie Madrox, Shaggy 2 Dope]
Galacto Inspector do you read me?
Yes Captain
Status?
Completed
Your mission was to land on the Dirtball and explore it thoroughly
You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the Dirtball
And study peoples life styles
Their general habits of living in their strange society
Yes
Have you done that Galacto Inspector?
Yes I have Captain
Very well, may we have your report?
[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
A strange place this Dirtball is, a lot of guns
A lot of rich folks spitting on bums, a lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped off by the system (Oh)
Cops, they ride around in little cars
And throw folks behind bars, like little jars
They supposed be there just to serve and protect
But they just punch faces a lot, and choke necks
Then they got the higher ups they call judges
And they rule the land, this I don't understand
First of all they like to dress this bitch up in a robe
On top of all that, (What?) he's mad old
And he hates anybody that looks different
Then he did back when he was a kid
But that shit was like 400 years ago
Captain, (Yes Galacto) I just don't know
And the kid that was going to jail (Yeah?)
He looked me dead in the face and said "Stale."
Then my cloaking device must of went dead (Why?)
Cause the old ass judge looked at me and said
Galacto Inspector do you read me?
Yes Captain
Status?
Completed
Your mission was to land on the Dirtball and explore it thoroughly
You were to monitor the activities of a common life on the Dirtball
And study peoples life styles
Their general habits of living in their strange society
Yes
Have you done that Galacto Inspector?
Yes I have Captain
Very well, may we have your report?
[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
A strange place this Dirtball is, a lot of guns
A lot of rich folks spitting on bums, a lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped off by the system (Oh)
Cops, they ride around in little cars
And throw folks behind bars, like little jars
They supposed be there just to serve and protect
But they just punch faces a lot, and choke necks
Then they got the higher ups they call judges
And they rule the land, this I don't understand
First of all they like to dress this bitch up in a robe
On top of all that, (What?) he's mad old
And he hates anybody that looks different
Then he did back when he was a kid
But that shit was like 400 years ago
Captain, (Yes Galacto) I just don't know
And the kid that was going to jail (Yeah?)
He looked me dead in the face and said "Stale."
Then my cloaking device must of went dead (Why?)
Cause the old ass judge looked at me and said
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