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Green = Hössi's vocals
Blue = Omar's vocals
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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.
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, ain't
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.