Who prowls but won't growl, before I'm gonna bite
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing
I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
I boost so many sweets, I've got tooth decay
And look back over these jet black skies
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
Street lamps light the way, as I stray
Where chumps, step bump me as they walk on past
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
Blood lust takes me over, when I close my eyes
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Stranglin' triangles, spheres, and cubes
What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam
And if you don't kill me, I'ma slice your gut
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Skilled at the art of making enemies
Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade
At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Avalon don't care none for breasts
Crazy ill, mad rap
At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
I crush M.C's with line, step line, they're mute
At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
When I was young my father, rest in peace
Even if you knock me down, I'll get up
I'm just a lone drifter, on the lookout for a mark
I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
'Cause the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped
So, if you got a problem you know where I'm at
At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Who say, that Mickey can't rock your life
With a straight edge razor, riddled with rust
Go play the clubs that love to dance
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
I wear my lee's tight and tapered at the bottom
So if you got beef, better have good luck because
I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds, with heart
Juiced on bennys and hard lemonade
So, don't make nothin' more difficult
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
Crazy ill, mad rap
Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass
My time here, may be short or long
Of meat that hang on hooks and straight stink
As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys
I've been up for 2 days straight and 3 nights
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
With eyes on the back of my head, after dark
If you're gonna make a move, better be quick
So, when I rhyme here I'ma light this on
I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
And you have the nerve to step on my chucks, fuck that
Crazy ill, mad rap
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to swing
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats
I stick and move like a dog in the night
Fuck it, I'll even run a bump on his shopping cart
