"E.T. (Parody)" lyrics

He's got a dirty mind, he's full of milky rays
He's tryna shoot his space gun at Uranus
Unreliable, he's messy, got bad eating habits
He's so fucked up-up-up-up
Taylor, I'ma let you finish
After I destroy another fairly decent song
With rhymes about how rich I am, so you can sing along
Wait, hang on, Kanye, ain't this song about an alien?
My raps don't make sense, motherfucker, I'm just having fun!

We found an alien friend
He would show us magic, thought he was fantastic
'Til our alien friend
Raided Mum and Dad's drawer, he found some Viagra
He would sex anything
He would sex a bread loaf, he would sex an earlobe
It's so heartbreaking
He's a sex abuser, futuristic loser

He needs some help
Got some serious problems
He used to be nice
Now, he thinks with his dick
But does he even have one?

Pervy, per-per-pervy
I wanna be your best friend, but you're such a bellend
Creepy, cr-cr-creepy
You never come out drinking
You're too busy wanking
Perverted alien
He likes boys, but he's not gay-lien
He's super flexible
But he doesn't have any genitals

I know a bar out in Mars
Where they drivin' spaceships instead of cars
Kanye, what you smokin'? Your lyrics don't make sense
Yeah, and I just read your Twitter, man
Those tweets are quite intense
When will this end, alien friend?
Tell me, what's next?
Can ye 'ave a West?
He's a sex addict, addicted 'til he's had it
Sees a boob, he grabs it
Sees a boob, he grabs it
Sees a boob, that's three boobs
One more boob, he grabs it!
(What? It was him!)

Pervy, per-per-pervy
I wanna be your best friend, but you're such a bellend
Creepy, cr-cr-creepy
You never come out drinking
You're too busy wanking!
Perverted alien
He's not winner, he's way more fail-ien
He's super flexible
But he doesn't have any genitals

They callin' him an alien, a big pervert alien
But it's 'cause he's an alien, a big pervert alien