Tytuł: Stick em up

• Wykonawca: Quarashi
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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.
   stolen from musicmademe.com
   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