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.