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. 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, 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 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.