Put ’Em Up

[Intro]
Look, Sonny. Just one question. Answer it yes or no
It's been a long time hasn't it?
And this time, I'm gonna kill everyone here
And this time, make sure they're all dead before you leave
It's been a long time hasn't it?

[Verse 1: Gibby Stites]
Let them haters know G-I-B is back
It's time to seat the class, eating tracks, speaking facts
Rappers talking smack like they really leave in packs
When looking at they teeth the only time they seeing plaques
My head just said some', I think it was redrum
But I was braindead from the medicine fed, um (um)
My eyes rolled back like a setting sun
Then I spun my head in a semicircle, let the fun
Begin, I've been in my own hell
You holding onto cheesy beef more than a taco shell
Don't you dare touch that dial, it will not go well
If my mixtape don't , then the pot gon' sell
Lately they say "Gibby, you are not yourself"
I got a lot on the line and I'm not gon' fail
So fuck that, fuck you, fuck what you think of me
Now I got my mini-mes trying to get rid of me
Ha!

[Chorus: Gibby Stites]
Put your fuckin' hands in the sky one time
If you in the underground on your grind
Put your fuckin' hands in the sky one time
If you always gotta speak what's on your mind
Put 'em up, put 'em up like
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up like
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

[Verse 2: Donnie Menace]
Stay sharper than a razorblade slicing your skin
Cruising in my own lane with chrome spikes on my rims
Fucks I do not give, so don't come around
You can live through the underground so I'm dying to live
On my grown shit, why they all whining like kids?
Since they want to be spoon-fed go find 'em a bib
Too much of that bottle, you'll get sonned right in your crib
For crying like a baby, now you dying of SIDS
Talking like they are slick and hate on us but I'm Frank Thomas
Knocking out the park the shit they trying to pitch
They are prepared to stay and flip to fool these jerks
That's why they power moves don't work, they need they wiring fixed
I'm beast and they basic, I can see your name, face it
We two different types of sick, I'm a creep, y'all AIDS patients
I don't do Internet talk and speak in vague statements
I'd rather put a fist to these twats and leave their face gaping (face gaping, face gaping)

[Chorus: Gibby Stites]
Put your fuckin' hands in the sky one time
If you in the underground on your grind
Put your fuckin' hands in the sky one time
If you always gotta speak what's on your mind
Put 'em up, put 'em up like
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up like
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

[Verse 3: James Joyce The Squatch]
Listen dude, don't get it twisted and misconstrued
Flow fella, true power, no telling what it can do
Straight crazy, your crew never nuts like if the bitch is prude
Nitebreed theme, y'all humming to a different tune (Donnie)
Bite my lines, they gnawing 'em off quick
They say that Joyce voice be that audible chocolate
Squirming like a virgin but ain't pop a single cherry
Like shit you're hanging by a thread like a dingleberry (ugh)
Fuck what you do, you are under James (under James)
Your lady like choo choo trying to run a train
Hilarity, act serious, you're more parody
Merrily thrive for prosperity, cops staring me down
Situation's hairy, I inherit these killer traits (yeah)
Pad illustrates, it's scary 'cause (why?)
Not even therapy will give you clarity
Cherish these moments of life before it's swiped and you're buried deep (buried deep)

[Chorus: Gibby Stites]
Put your fuckin' hands in the sky one time
If you in the underground on your grind
Put your fuckin' hands in the sky one time
If you always gotta speak what's on your mind
Put 'em up, put 'em up like
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up like
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

[Outro]
And this time, make sure they're all dead before you leave