Stock ´em Up Songtext

Until there was you we didn't know
what to do but I don't give a ****
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,
.io .bgfg,bfoo b
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 ****
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 ****ing 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 mother****er
I didn't stutter
S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.- Stick 'em up-

Quarashi Stock ´em Up songtext