For next to nothin', your soul could be mine Now that I've got your attention, look you dead in the eyes If you're gonna make a move, better be quick 'Cause the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped I stick and move like a dog in the night Who prowls but won't growl, before I'm gonna 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'ma 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'ma 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 bump on 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'ma 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 or long So, when I rhyme here I'ma light this on At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with my stake and I'ma 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 gonna 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 M.C's with line, step line, they're mute Stranglin' 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'ma 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'ma 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 © CHAPPELL & CO; MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT; BLOTTER MUSIC; MICKEY AVALON; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com