Richie Branson - Finally, I Got to Make a Space Kid Song!

Four, three, two, one. (One.)
I lack sex appeal
Couldn't get a label deal
But that's fine 'cause I rather have space appeal

Clockin' in
On my rocket ship
Tryin' to pay the bills
Plus, my arm strong
One hit will make him take a Neil

(Heh)
Keep my face encased in the glassy sphere
Just in case I have to race out the atmosphere
Got a Saturn 5 strapped to my caviler
Fuck rap, I'd rather be a outer space racketeer.

(Pssh)
Houston, I think we have a problem.
I'm talkin' space aliens spotted in my quadrant.
Mobbin' with the squadron, and we hotter than the cauldron.
And we won't stop 'til we buzzin' like Aldrin.

Used to make bottle rockets with the soda pop.
Now they call me "solar flare" 'cause the flow is hot.
Eyes lookin' like Mars 'cause I smoke a lot.
Selfies on the moon, but the haters think it's Photoshop.

Three. Two. One.
It's a blast off every time I hit the blunt.
Fly like an astronaut.
Gotta get the funds.
Never take the mask off when I'm on the run.

Countin' down.
Three. Two. One.
It's a blast off every time I hit the blunt.
Fly like an astronaut.
Gotta get the funds.
Never take the mask off when I'm on the run.

I don't fuck with space food,
I'd rather have a burger.
Tell them leave the patty bloody,
Like a Manson murder.

Rap and learn to spit fire,
Like an afterburner.
Faster than the hand
Ike uses when he slappin' Turner.

New Challenger
Flying through the galaxy.
Now I'm light years ahead
Of everyone who doubted me.

Remember when
I couldn't even catch a salary,
Now I'm countin' money
Like the models count calories.

Just an average joe
Blessed with the god flow
Hit the blunt,
Now I'm moving through the cosmos.

Spaceship double law(?)
Like the car
But I'm always getting stopped
By the cops checking cargo.

Tell them "look,"
"I don't want no drama when I fly"
"I'm just passing by"
"With my rocket in the sky"

I need Space Kid,
Back off me, let me fly,
Then continue getting high
Off my oxygen supply.

Three. Two. One.
It's a blast off every time I hit the blunt.
Fly like an astronaut.
Gotta get the funds.
Never take the mask off when I'm on the run.

Countin' down.
Three. Two. One.
It's a blast off every time I hit the blunt.
Fly like an astronaut.
Gotta get the funds.
Never take the mask off when I'm on the run.