Until there was you we didnt know what to do but I dont give a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker MC dont you love me, wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three. Its just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social, scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture. Do me in, dont make me sin, Im doing so good I cant 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 dont give a fuck what you think about this shit, aint in it for the money never out to make a hit. If you cant take it like I said get a grip cause Im here to fucking stay like the warts on your dick.
Stick em up.
So wont you make a man out of me, Ive gotta be, connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker for life. I cant decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright. Stick it, Im tired Im bored, Im trying so hard and I cant be adored. So the sound brakes through from one tone, gives me no choice I cant 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. Theres 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 didnt stutter. S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.
