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Until there was you we didnīt know what to do but I donít give a fuck about the things that I blew. 
Sucker MC donīt you love me, wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three. Itís just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social, scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture. Do me in, donīt make me sin, Iīm doing so good I canít go through it again.

I bomb the mic like a fascist, Mussolini cominí through with no remorse, from the dark you wonít see me. Rise up from the sea like a godzilla straight up through your mind with my armour plated drilla. I donīt give a fuck what you think about this shit, aint in it for the money never out to make a hit. If you canīt take it like I said get a grip ícause Iím here to fucking stay like the warts on your dick. 

Stick íem up.

So wont you make a man out of me, Iíve gotta be, connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker for life. I canít decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright. Stick it, Iím tired Iím bored, Iím trying so hard and I canít be adored. So the sound brakes through from one tone, gives me no choice I canít be alone. 

Stick íem up.

Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills. I knock your íol ass out like a bag of sleeping pills. I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper. Thereís 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 didnít stutter. S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.

Stick íem up.