Stick 'Em Up – Quarashi

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.
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
mind with my armour plated drilla. I don´t give a fuck what you think about
this shit,
aint 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
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
party at your house cause your mama is a stripper. Slice through the scene like
knife through peanut butter. Get your ears cleaned out motherfucker I didn´t
S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.
Stick ´em up.