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to fear Your disasters come in threes Come and settle this right here I'm open to ideas, you planet Me planeteer Me planeteer Me planeteer Me planeteer
put assunder, Bad guys who like to loot and plunder "You'll pay for this Captain Planet!" (chanting) We're the planeteers, You can be one too! 'Cause
I feel strange all the time I feel strange, the planeteers love to hate I feel strange, your love is fake I feel strange, my piffles're
The hallways is dark Theres sharks out And morays could spark The planeteers call blade for heart He pull his superbowl ring from 97 out Tracks do the super soul
me out the league I'm not playing for the team Captain Planet to planeteers Freddy Krugar to nightmares Capone to Chi-town Changed when my Uncle put
handle that With Care Captain Lee Harden protagonist with cross hairs The remaining aftermath Hoggish Greedy vs the planeteers Mother steers forgiveness
a ring, like a Planeteer, I be giving them earth Water, wind, and fire, what are your desires? I'm making it work My flow - a utility, water whipping
the bandolier Planeteer addressing the nation Make preparations to welcome these aliens Sum of all fears nearing the end Then again pretend my pen Is mightier
doesn’t swear Belushi Speed Ball wants to hang Belushi Speed Ball wants to bang… Our Heads The planeteers have no chance True powers in our hands The crowd
don't wanna hear your songs don't pass me no cd's I been smoking hella strong got me high like ET Im on another planet I feel like a planeteer yea You
still alive Is it weird I'm still here After leaving the atmosphere I'm an astronaut I'm a planeteer I'm a mastodon I'm a connoisseur Connoisseur, I mean
like a planeteer, Rookie in this sport or he had some years, Cracked minds open and shattered tears, Why you living large in a circle, Playing
The tribalistic vibe is high and tribe is virtual so Oh no I heard that G-Y-B and T-R-Y-B-E Like Planeteers we rep the Mother Earth and Tree I got your back and if
Planet colored diamond ring I'm a planeteer If Mary Jane's pussy stink you can plant it here The more we grow and smoke, the less landing gear I poot
responding No plans no lands so Grown-man syndrome Ex-planeteer You can grow out or grow up Just out last your peers And the children of the corn syrup
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