Cargo Cult

[Intro: Roshambo]
I'm just gonna tell you, things definitely devolved from here, things definitely devolved from here
I'm literally to Croajus at the peak of the river on the great Amazonian plane on New Sydney, somewhere in the Federation
Who knows, I mean, no one's even talked about the Beta Quadron at all, they're just a bunch of lonely Mongloroids there, they're just like "*blabbers incoherently*" and the people in the Delta Quadron are like "duh, we can have coral reefs for hair and no one even gives a shit, heh, we can just like turn into like fuckin' insects *laughs* just like turn into fuckin' proto-humans in one episode and if we exceed warp 10, we evolve in a day"

[Verse 1: Komato$e]
I'm smokin afghan
My bitch from Pakistan
Made her ass drop every blade in the trash can
Now she ride me on the FM
That mean that we on our own wave
So we do not stay where you stay
I keep no beef in my entrée
But I keep a piece where my momma lay
And if either of any of my pieces being used
That means that somebody finna get smoked
I see you want a feud, you seen me on the news
We gon' get to it, dude, jus do not choke
Dead man walkin', hit the ghost dance
Your boys pull up in transit, mine in Trans Ams
Dequan runnin' up in a new Bugatti
Sophia comin' back now to make the profit
Y'all can't stop it
I'm Necronomicon bitin'
My whole crew came back in ridin'
Wet up you pussies, Poseidon

[Hook x2: Komato$e]
Cargo cult in this bitch
My homies ran up our profit, real quick
We comin' by train
We comin' by ship
You stay in your lane 'cause we don't speak your language

[Verse 2: Komato$e]
This that "nothing to do tonight"
SSRI's and suicide
I keep Surrey hoes livid and
All these serpent hoes slitherin'
Right past me, 'cause I'm nasty, no bitch, you get not a dividend
Don't ask me what you owe me, if you're questioning, I get the sentiment
But you do not have enough for me
Not even installments could help, no bluffin', see
I'm 'bout my business, man, if I come after you
Hope you got something that's certainly comforting
Something like pillows
But for your cradle back 'to the underworld
Yeah, I'm unstable
At least I'm taking out all of my fury onto myself
'Cause I did this to me, nobody else
You keep me company?
Say "I know what's comin' for me"
You know what's comin', G
I eat prescription drugs
I need prescription love
The pharmacist had nothin' left
So I beat on my chest
I am not human, yet

[Hook x4]

[Outro: Roshambo]
Tom Paraston
I hate that dick
But, uh, woah
It's the Croajus again
Seriously, the Federation must be like huge
Like imagine the original Star Trek, like exploring the Galaxy
Why didn't we see more like squids?
Like wh- why do we just see humans? Why don't we see more squids?
I'd like to see more squids
To be honest
Uh, see you next time