Roll Up Your Sleeves Lyrics - Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon

For next to nothin', 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 

'Cause the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped 

I stick and move like a dog in the night 

Who prowls but won't growl, before I'm gonna 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 your life 

I've been up for 2 days straight and 3 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 

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 

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 

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 bump on 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'ma slice your gut 

With a straight edge razor, riddled with rust 

Blood lust takes me over, when I close my eyes 

And look back over these jet black skies 

My time here, may be short or long 

So, when I rhyme here I'ma light this on 

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 

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves 

Mess with my stake 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 mothers back, just for touchin' me 

I crush M.C's with line, step line, they're mute 

Stranglin' triangles, spheres, and cubes 

The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs 

Of meat that hang on hooks and straight stink 

Go play the clubs that love to dance 

Where chumps, step bump me as they walk on past 

Avalon don't care none for breasts 

Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass 

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 

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 

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