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