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Until there was you we didnŠt know what to do but I donŠt give a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker MC donŠt you love me, wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three. ItŠs just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social, scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture. Do me in, donŠt make me sin, IŠm doing so good I canŠt 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 donŠt give a fuck what you think about this shit, aint in it for the money never out to make a hit. If you canŠt take it like I said get a grip Šcause IŠm here to fucking stay like the warts on your dick.
Stick Šem up.
So wont you make a man out of me, IŠve gotta be, connected computerized son of a bitch, makes me itch, sucker for life. I canŠt decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright. Stick it, IŠm tired IŠm bored, IŠm trying so hard and I canŠt be adored. So the sound brakes through from one tone, gives me no choice I canŠt be alone.
Stick Šem up.
Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills. I knock your Šol ass out like a bag of sleeping pills. I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper. ThereŠs 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 didnŠt stutter. S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.
Stick Šem up.
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