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 wont 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 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 ears
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.