Let me just speak to the Chief of Police

Tell 'em "Peace, I'm just Chiefin' the Keef"

While we 'splanin' how we came in peace

To the aliens that are paintin' my Jeep

Just keepin' the peace, so keep the police

To keep the civilians on beatin' the street

Just give me a leaf, not lookin' for beef

While I'm lookin' at you like you're beatin' your meat

Sheesh

In Area 52, we came in two

And the government was smilin' when they gave us shrooms

Gotta take a few, that's what they make us do

In a government room that was made for two

Like the Presidential Suite, it's residential

They gave us different types, some supplemental

But they say "no phones," they're confidential

Now I'm spittin' some bars that ain't conventional

Area 52, the stuff you can't undo

When they take you in the back and they start to show the facts

They say they mean no harm, they just wanna hear our songs

While we smoke a lotta weed with the guys from the Pleiades

They say "Welcome to the 'Du," and they give us LSD

When we leave they say "Peace" and they tell us that we're free

To leave whenever we please, but I don't really believe

That it's true

I'm talkin' to a man with a lizard tongue

He's showin' me his skin, he can feel the sun

And he's showin' me some things that I can't unsee

They show me a video of me, like "Who's that?"

They show me in the future, me gettin' fat

When they feed me in the room that I'm eatin' at

Now I'm puttin' on weight 'cause I'm eatin' at

All of the food that I see, just stuffin' that

In my face, like, "Damn, that must be for the fam"

That's why I'm gettin' chunky like some Jif peanut butter

In the jar, I'm thinkin' that I should just quit

But it's too late for me 'cause I already went too far

Bizarre weed conspiracy, I’m off the gas

The lizard-people tell me that the world is flat

Illuminati tell me that it’s round, though

The flying saucers tell me that the Earth is hollow