Roll Up Your Sleeves

For next to nothing, 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
because the last motherfucker stuttered and got clipped
I, stick and move like a dog in the night
move crowds but won't growl before I'm gon' 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'ev got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey can't rock it right
been up for two days, and three nights
I wear my Lee's tight and tapered at the bottom
I bought 'em at the swap meet at Spanish Harlem
So if you've got a problem you know where I'm at
lurkin' in the garden with snakes and
gutter rats
(chorus)x2
at the end of the eve we, roll up our sleeves
mess with miss thing and I'ma have to swing
so don't make nothing 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 grifter on the lookout for a mark
I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heart
fuck it I'll even run a bum from 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 boys 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 ya guts
with a straight edged razor, riddled with rust
blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes,
and look back at these jet black skies
my, time here may be short or long
so when I, rhyme here I'ma light this song
(chorus)x2
at the end of the eve we, roll up our sleeves
mess with miss thing and I'ma have to swing
so don't make nothing more difficult
blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
What you lookin' punk you don't know me from adam
and you had 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