For next to nothing'
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Your soul could be mine
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Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
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If you're gonna make a move, better be quick
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Because the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped
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I stick and move like a dog in the night
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Who prowls but won't growl before I'm gun' bite
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Street lamps light the way as I stray
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Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade
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Juiced on Benny¡¯s and hard lemonade
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I boost so many sweets I've got tooth decay
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Who say, that Mickey can't rock your life
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I've been up for 2 days straight
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and 3 nights
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I wear my lee's tight
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and tapered at the bottom
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I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
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So if you got a problem
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You know where I'm at
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Lurking' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats
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At the end of the eve we
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Roll up our sleeves
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Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing
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So don't make nothing' more difficult
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Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
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At the end of the eve we
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Roll up our sleeves
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Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing
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So don't make nothing' more difficult
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Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
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With eyes on the back of my head after dark
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I'm just a lone drifter on the lookout for a mark
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I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heart
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fuck it I'll even run a bum for his shopping cart
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When I was young my father, rest in peace
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Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
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As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys
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Skilled at the art of making enemies
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So if you got beef
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Better have good luck because
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Even if you knock me down, I'll get up
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And if you don't kill me
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I'm gonna slice your gut
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With a straight edge razor
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Riddled with rust
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Blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes
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And look back over these jet black skies
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My time here may be short along
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So when I rhyme here I¡¯m a light this song
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At the end of the eve we
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Roll up our sleeves
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Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing
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So don't make nothing' more difficult
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Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
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At the end of the eve we
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Roll up our sleeves
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Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing
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So don't make nothing' more difficult
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Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
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What you looking' at punk you don't know me from Adam
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And you have the nerve to step on my chucks fuck that
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I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek
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I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me
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I crush MC's with lines that blind and mute
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Strangling' triangles, spheres, and cubes
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The day old leader throwing' jabs and slabs
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Of meat, that hang on hooks and straight stink
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Go play the clubs that love to dance
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Where chumps that bump me as they walk on past
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Avalon don't care none for breasts
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Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass
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At the end of the eve we
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Roll up our sleeves
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Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing
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So don't make nothing' more difficult
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Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
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At the end of the eve we
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Roll up our sleeves
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Mess with this thing and I'm gonna have to swing
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So don't make nothing' more difficult
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Blood starts gushing' when I kick your skull
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My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
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Crazy ill mad rap
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My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
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Crazy ill mad rap
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My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
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Crazy ill mad rap
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My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
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Crazy ill mad rap
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Roll Up Your Sleeves
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| Mickey Avalon |
