
Date of issue: 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» |
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