Majik Most - Stuck Up (Stick 'em Remix) lyrics

(Intro: Celph Titled) Remix, motherf**ers What you want, motherf**ers Celph Titled, Majik Most, Eternia Motherf**ers, let's go, come on Ha, ha! (Chorus x4: Celph Titled) Brrr, stick em, ha ha ha stick em What, stick em, ha ha ha stick em (Verse 1: Celph Titled) I blow your motherf**ing head off at close range It's like you asked a b**h to s** your dick You got no brains, Hold down the trigger We got cases of belt ammo reloaders The barrel of my gun looks like a flame thrower Rapid fire, clap your messiah But he ain't coming back in 3 days Construction crews built a crack house over that f*gs grave Looks like n***as went through airport security No guns and no knives, ain't none of y'all is hurting me I have the common courtesy to open doors for you Throw you in the steam room and watch your corpse boil You don't want to see me pull the Mac out on these b**hes And catch more bodies than there's Black Album remixes You ain't hip hop, you use a snitch You only use microphones for wiretaps And targets for me to fire at But I ain't shooting apples off your head stupid I'll shoot your Adam's apple out your neck And stick a worm through it (Chorus) (Verse 2: Majik Most) Yo, I'll strangle you with baseball gloves And catch a case Crime watching binoculars zoom in on my face See me on license plates once I step in your state I'm repping with weapons you can't carry on your waist Evil warlord with cannons and mortars Samurai swords, mines under the floor boards Get flamed and torched I'll jack your Ford Taurus Launch it off a bridge, hit the water with force Last thing you see is a squid and a seahorse I'm the boss, top of the food chain Macs and raps that collapse your rib cage Put the pressure on, break spinal plates Make the Russian in Rocky 4 look like David Spade Yeah motherf**er, put your rep to the test b**h I'm a stab so many holes through your vest The doctor's like f** it, I'm a golf on his chest (Chorus) (Verse 3: Eternia) Believe me when I say that there Ain't nobody that can get with us You scared to bust the lyrics Because you heard the DemiGodz dangerous To hang with us or bang with us Been talking about bite the dust Fearful these adventures leave you with Dentures and facial cuts You think we playing? Swing our sound every time we say it Got you tracing back to the wreckage Stay on, you best behavior Plus you wasting time trying to get with mine Think before you spit a rhyme f** around and get left behind Been rolling with the Demigodz Since Solomon had concubine Before water was turned to wine Before Romans created time Now we shine Crippling your back with the lab attack Blacking out on track to perfection Lessons that never lacked You the reason why we write our rhymes In this aggressive way And never fearful Always be tearful lying in heresy That's how it stays Days of spitting rhymes, and it never pays Until one false prophet jumps on the stage and gets sprayed I'm serious