text: We goin home, this the ritual
  Dont you pack your bags, you dont need em where we goin, ho
  Sip up on this drank that I made for yall
  Go to sleep, dont 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