We goin home, this the ritual
Don't you pack your bags, you don't need 'em where we goin', hoe
Sip up on this drank that I made for y'all
Go to sleep, don't wake up until I say you so
We 'bout to blow the plane, bitch, you never been before
Then we hittin outer space, I think a kreep belong
As for all them other lames listening what they told
They 'bout to see a wasteland right beneath they toes
Bitch
