Quarashi - Stick 'Em Up

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Until there was you we didn't know what to do
but I don't give a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker mc don't you love me,
wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three.
It's just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social,
scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture.
Do me in, don't make me sin,
I'm doing so good I can't go through it again.

I bomb the mic like a fascist, Mussolini
comin' through with no remorse, from the dark you won't see me.
Rise up from the sea like a godzilla
straight up through your mind with my armour plated drilla.
I don't give a fuck what you think about this shit, ain't
in it for the money never out to make a hit.
If you can't take it like I said get a grip
'cause I'm here to fucking stay like the warts on your dick.

Stick 'em up.

So won't you make a man out of me,
I've gotta be, connected computerized son of a bitch,
makes me itch, sucker for life.
I can't decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright.
Stick it, I'm tired I'm bored,I'm fuckin' bored,
I'm trying so hard and I can't be adored.
So the sound brakes through from one tone,
gives me no choice I can't be alone.

Stick 'em up.

Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills.
I knock your ol' ass out like a bag of sleeping pills.
I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper.
There's a party at your house cause your mama is a stripper.
Slice through the scene like a knife through peanut butter.
Get your *ass* cleaned out motherfucker I didn't stutter.
S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.

Stick 'em up.