One one one hit it
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 dont 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 Im 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 cant decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright.
Stick it, I'm tired, I'm fucking bored,
Im 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.
Theres a party at your house cause your mama is a stripper.
Slice through the scene like a knife through peanut
butter.
Get your ears cleaned out motherfucker I didnt stutter.
S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comStick em up.