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Lyrics of the Song

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.