Swollen Members - Moonshine lyrics

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 glorifying horrifying drama on the street Muscle of an engine block, running rubber scattered rocks Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock Even though I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox Total f**ing silence, Photoshop? I'm being pulled into the middle of a vicious war And I'm back to 0-0, the official score Feeling trapped like a leg-lock figure-four Feeling free like a dread lock wicked boy Devil's night in Detroit, dig a shallow grave Mad Child hate Christian Audigier and? Bring back funk where we're skating on a Saturday Tribe Called Quest, know I'm never putting that away Picnics with the girlfriend, celebrating Halloween Go on a vacation to Hawaii with your family Tired of all the tension, sick of the insanity Smashing people and clashing personalities Fashion senses at an all-time low Give the kids some room to breathe and let their small minds grow Trying 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 judging, I'm not saying there's a good side Just want to appreciate this f**ing life and have a good time Write good rhymes, sh**, smoke the good kine Good book, that's a good look but it's not mine But I am God's child and I do shine People lapping up my lyrics like it's moonshine Mad, when you moving to LA? dog in due time Bad mood tabooed tattooed preacher Eyes like a raccoon, nose like a vacuum Act like a baboon, backroom speaker Keep doing d**, bad moves on the weekend And keep on talking like a cla**room teacher [Chorus] You don't wanna f** with me, boy Catalog? I am on to destroy You don't wanna f** with me, boy You don't wanna f** with me, boy Catalog? I am on to destroy You don't wanna f** 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, back draft máster 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 bu*ter Box cutter ox blood swinging like the Red Sox Don't f** with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks That'll be a gla** full of red rum and lava rocks Lock and load, make lots of orphans then Make you walk the road, your name Viggo Mortensen My mouth dry? 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, Battleaxe d**h division [Chorus] You don't wanna f** with me, boy Catalog? I am on to destroy You don't wanna f** with me, boy You don't wanna f** with me, boy Catalog? I am on to destroy