Stick 'em up
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 won't 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
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 won't 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
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Louis Diamond, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Wendell T. Fite, Charles Mccormick
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