Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Moonshine , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Dagger Mouth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.04.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
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» |