Roll Up Your Sleeves

Lyrics

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, better be quick Because the last motherfucker stuttered and got clipped I stick and move like a dog in the night Who prowls 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 you right I've been up for two days straight and three 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 [Hook] At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with this sting and I'm gonna 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 this sting and I'm gonna 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'mma slice your gut With a straight edge razor, riddled with rust Blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes And look back when these jet black skies My time here may be short along So when I rhyme here I'm gonna light this song [Hook] At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with this sting and I'm gonna 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 this sting 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 mother's back, just for touchin' me I crush MC's with lines that blind your view Strangalin' triangles, spheres and cubes The bay. Yo' bleedin'. Throwin' jabs and slabs Of meat, dead hang on hooks and straight stink Gold plated gloves that love to dance With 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 [Hook] At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves Mess with this sting and I'm gonna 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 this sting and I'm gonna have to swing So don't make nothin' more difficult Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull [Outro] 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