"Finally, I Got to Make a Space Kid Song!" is the ending song of "Space Camp Was a Hoax," the 10th episode of the second season of Camp Camp.
Lyrics[]
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[Verse 1] |
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| 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 cavalier |
| 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. |
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[Hook] |
| 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. |
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[Verse 2] |
| 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. |
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[Hook refrain] |
| 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. |