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