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8.3
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17457
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Until there was you we didnīt know what to do
but I donīt give a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker MC donīt you love me, wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three.
Itīs 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 canīt 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 donīt give a fuck what you think about this shit,
ain't in it for the money never out to make a hit.
If you canīt take it like I said get a grip
īcause Iīm here to fucking stay
like the warts on your dick.
Stick īem up.
So wont you make a man out of me, Iīve gotta be,
connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker for life.
I canīt decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright.
Stick it, Iīm tired Iīm bored,
Iīm trying so hard and I canīt be adored.
So the sound brakes through from one tone, gives me no choice I canīt be alone.
Stick īem up.
Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills.
I knock your īol ass out like a bag of sleeping pills.
I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper.
Thereīs 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 didnīt stutter.
S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.
Stick īem up
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