Roll Up Your Sleeves

For next to nothin'

Your soul could be mine

Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes

If you're gunna make a move, let it be quick

Because the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped

I stick and move like a dog in the night

Who proud but won't growl before I'm gun' bite

Street lamps light the way as I stray

Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade

Juiced on bennys and hard lemonade

I boost so many sweets I've got tooth decay

Who say, that Mickey can't rock your life

I've been up for 2 days straight

and 3 nights

I wear my lee's tight

and tapered at the bottom

I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem

So if you got a problem

You know where I'm at

Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats

At the end of the eve we

Roll up our sleeves

Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing

So don't make nothin' more difficult

Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we

Roll up our sleeves

Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing

So don't make nothin' more difficult

Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

With eyes on the back of my head after dark

I'm just a lone drifter on the lookout for a mark

I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heart

fuck it I'll even run a bum for his shopping cart

When I was young my father, rest in peace

Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys

As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys

Skilled at the art of making enemies

So if you got beef

Better have good luck because

Even if you knock me down, I'll get up

And if you don't kill me

I'm gunna slice your gut

With a straight edge razor

Riddled with rust

Blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes

And look back over these jet black skies

My time here may be short along

So when I rhyme here I'm gunna light this on

At the end of the eve we

Roll up our sleeves

Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing

So don't make nothin' more difficult

Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we

Roll up our sleeves

Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing

So don't make nothin' more difficult

Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam

And you have the nerve to step on my chucks fuck that

I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek

I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me

I crush MC's with line step line they're mute

Strangalin' triangles, spheres, and cubes

The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs

Of meat, that hang on hooks and straight stink

Go play the clubs that love to dance

Where chumps step bump me as they walk on past

Avalon don't care none for breasts

Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass

At the end of the eve we

Roll up our sleeves

Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing

So don't make nothin' more difficult

Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we

Roll up our sleeves

Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing

So don't make nothin' more difficult

Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty

Crazy ill mad rap

My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty

Crazy ill mad rap

My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty

Crazy ill mad rap

My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty

Crazy ill mad rap