For next to nothin'nYour soul could be minenNow that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyesnIf you're gonna make a move, let it be quicknBecause the last mother fucker stuttered and got clippednI stick and move like a dog in the nightnWho proud but won't growl before I'm gun' bitenStreet lamps light the way as I straynPast the corner liquor store and the penny arcadenJuiced on bennys and hard lemonadenI boost so many sweets I've got tooth decaynWho say, that Mickey can't rock your lifenI've been up for 2 days straightnAnd 3 nightsnI wear my lee's tightnAnd tapered at the bottomnI bought them at the swap meet in Spanish HarlemnSo if you got a problemnYou know where I'm atnLurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter ratsnnAt the end of the eve wenRoll up our sleevesnMess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swingnSo don't make nothin' more difficultnBlood starts gushin' when I kick your skullnnAt the end of the eve wenRoll up our sleevesnMess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swingnSo don't make nothin' more difficultnBlood starts gushin' when I kick your skullnnWith eyes on the back of my head after darknI'm just a lone drifter on the lookout for a marknI've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heartnFuck it I'll even run a bum for his shopping cartnWhen I was young my father, rest in peacenTaught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keysnAs a little boy I'd hop through chimneysnSkilled at the art of making enemiesnSo if you got beefnBetter have good luck becausenEven if you knock me down, I'll get upnAnd if you don't kill menI'm gonna slice your gutnWith a straight edge razornRiddled with rustnBlood lust takes me over when I close my eyesnAnd look back over these jet black skiesnMy time here may be short alongnSo when I rhyme here I'm gonna light this onnnAt the end of the eve wenRoll up our sleevesnMess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swingnSo don't make nothin' more difficultnBlood starts gushin' when I kick your skullnnAt the end of the eve wenRoll up our sleevesnMess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swingnSo don't make nothin' more difficultnBlood starts gushin' when I kick your skullnnWhat you lookin' at punk you don't know me from AdamnAnd you have the nerve to step on my chucks fuck thatnI wasn't brought up to turn the other cheeknI'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' menI crush MC's with line step line they're mutenStrangalin' triangles, spheres, and cubesnThe day old leader throwin' jabs and slabsnOf meat, that hang on hooks and straight stinknGo play the clubs that love to dancenWhere chumps step bump me as they walk on pastnAvalon don't care none for breastsnLess they cook and clean and wipe my assnnAt the end of the eve wenRoll up our sleevesnMess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swingnSo don't make nothin' more difficultnBlood starts gushin' when I kick your skullnnAt the end of the eve wenRoll up our sleevesnMess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swingnSo don't make nothin' more difficultnBlood starts gushin' when I kick your skullnnMy attitude is all fucked up and real shittynCrazy ill mad rapnnMy attitude is all fucked up and real shittynCrazy ill mad rapnnMy attitude is all fucked up and real shittynCrazy ill mad rapnnMy attitude is all fucked up and real shittynCrazy ill mad rap