Swollen Members - Moonshine Lyrics
[Intro]Yo... yeahYo, yoAy, ay[Mad Child]Personality is weak like my batteries are beatMy reality is deep, my reality is bleakTake them words and murder them like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beatI've been glorifyin horrifyin drama on the streetMuscle of an engine block, runnin rubber scattered rocksBubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded GlockEven though I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox"Total *****in silence" photoshop motor copI'm being pulled into the middle of a vicious warAnd I'm back to 0-0, the official scoreFeelin trapped, like a leg lock figure-fourFeelin free, like a dreadlocked reggae boyDevil's Night in Detroit, dig a shallow graveMad Child hate Christian Audigier and AlizeBring back funk - roller skatin on a SaturdayTribe Called Quest, know I'm never puttin that awayPicnics with your girlfriend, celebratin HalloweenOr go on a vacation to Hawaii with your familyTired of all the tension, sick of the insanitySmashin people and clashin personalitiesFashion sense is at an all-time lowGive the kids some room to breathe and let their small minds growTryin to walk away from a life I lived a long timeIt's gonna take some dedication and a strong mindStrong will with great friends and a good vibeI'm not judgin, I'm not sayin there's a good sideJust want to appreciate this *****in life and have a good timeWrite good rhymes, shit, smoke the good kindGood book, that's a good look but it's not mineBut I am God's child and I do shinePeople lappin up my lyrics like it's moonshineMad, when you movin to L.A.? Dog in due timeBad mood tabooed tattooed preacherEyes like a racoon, nose like a vacuumAct like a baboon, backroom speakerKeep doin drugs, bad moves on the weekendAnd keep on talkin like a classroom teacher[Chorus: samples of Mad Child scratched]"You don't wanna ***** with me, boy""Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy""You don't wanna, you don't wanna""You don't wanna ***** with me, boy""You don't wanna ***** with me, boy""Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy""You don't wanna, you don't wanna""... ***** with me, boy"[Prevail]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 craftAircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rifle rackSpit scripture Bible camp, campfire oil lampLava lamp murder box, box office blockbusterChip off the old block, smoother than a stick of butterBoxcutter ox blood swingin like the Red SoxDon't ***** with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocksThat'll be a glass full of redrum and lava rocksLock and load, make lots of orphans thenmake you walk the road, your name Viggo MortensenMy mouth dry taut like chalk rock and porcelainCut you like a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerinGreen Beret, night vision, Green Lantern light prismHeightened fright exorcism, Battle Axe death divisionYeah![Chorus][Outro: scratched to the end]"Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy""You don't wanna ***** with me, boy"
