Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Up Your Sleeves, artist - Mickey Avalon. Date of issue: 30.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roll Up Your Sleeves |
| For next to nothin', your soul could be mine |
| Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes |
| If you’re gunna make a move, better be quick |
| Because the last motherfucker stuttered and got clipped |
| I stick and move like a dog in the night |
| Who proud but won’t growl before I’m gun' 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 you right |
| 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’m gonna 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 |
| 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 bum for 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’m gonna 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 along |
| So when I rhyme here I’m gonna light this on |
| 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 |
| 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 MC’s with line step line they’re mute |
| Strangalin' 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’m gonna 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 |
| 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 |