For next to nothing' Your soul could be mine Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes If you're gonna make a move, better 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 Benny’s 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 Lurking' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats
At the end of the eve we Roll up our sleeves Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothing' more difficult Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we Roll up our sleeves Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothing' more difficult Blood starts gushing' 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 gonna 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 a light this song
At the end of the eve we Roll up our sleeves Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothing' more difficult Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we Roll up our sleeves Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothing' more difficult Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
What you looking' 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 Strangling' triangles, spheres, and cubes The day old leader throwing' jabs and slabs Of meat, that hang on hooks and straight stink Go play the clubs that love to dance Where chumps that 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 this thing and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothing' more difficult Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we Roll up our sleeves Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothing' more difficult Blood starts gushing' 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
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