Moonshine

Yo... yeah

Yo, yo

Ay, ay

Personality is weak like my batteries are beat

My reality is deep, my reality is bleak

Take them words and murder them like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat

I've been glorifyin horrifyin drama on the street

Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber scattered rocks

Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock

Even though I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox

"Total fuckin silence" photoshop motor cop

I'm being pulled into the middle of a vicious war

And I'm back to 0-0, the official score

Feelin trapped, like a leg lock figure-four

Feelin free, like a dreadlocked reggae boy

Devil's Night in Detroit, dig a shallow grave

Mad Child hate Christian Audigier and Alize

Bring back funk - roller skatin on a Saturday

Tribe Called Quest, know I'm never puttin that away

Picnics with your girlfriend, celebratin Halloween

Or go on a vacation to Hawaii with your family

Tired of all the tension, sick of the insanity

Smashin people and clashin personalities

Fashion sense is at an all-time low

Give the kids some room to breathe and let their small minds grow

Tryin to walk away from a life I lived a long time

It's gonna take some dedication and a strong mind

Strong will with great friends and a good vibe

I'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a good side

Just want to appreciate this fuckin life and have a good time

Write good rhymes, shit, smoke the good kind

Good book, that's a good look but it's not mine

But I am God's child and I do shine

People lappin up my lyrics like it's moonshine

Mad, when you movin to L.A.? Dog in due time

Bad mood tabooed tattooed preacher

Eyes like a racoon, nose like a vacuum

Act like a baboon, backroom speaker

Keep doin drugs, bad moves on the weekend

And keep on talkin like a classroom teacher

"You don't wanna fuck with me, boy"

"Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy"

"You don't wanna, you don't wanna"

"You don't wanna fuck with me, boy"

"You don't wanna fuck with me, boy"

"Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy"

"You don't wanna, you don't wanna"

"... fuck with me, boy"

Follow you to the parkade, sharp blade, "Dagger Mouth"

You can see the (Dragon Hide) the same time the (Tiger Crouch)

Firefighter engine house, backdraft master craft

Aircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rifle rack

Spit scripture Bible camp, campfire oil lamp

Lava lamp murder box, box office blockbuster

Chip off the old block, smoother than a stick of butter

Boxcutter ox blood swingin like the Red Sox

Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks

That'll be a glass full of redrum and lava rocks

Lock and load, make lots of orphans then

make you walk the road, your name Viggo Mortensen

My mouth dry taut like chalk rock and porcelain

Cut you like a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin

Green Beret, night vision, Green Lantern light prism

Heightened fright exorcism, Battle Axe death division

Yeah!

"Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy"

"You don't wanna fuck with me, boy"