MadChild - Moonshine lyrics

[Intro] Yo... yeah Yo, yo Ay, ay [Verse One] [Mad Child]: 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 f**in' 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 f**in life and have a good time Write good rhymes, sh**, 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 raccoon, nose like a vacuum Act like a baboon, backroom speaker Keep doin' d**, bad moves on the weekend And keep on talkin' like a cla**room teacher [Hook: samples of Mad Child scratched] "You don't wanna f** with me, boy" "Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy" "You don't wanna, you don't wanna" "You don't wanna f** with me, boy" "You don't wanna f** with me, boy" "Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy" "You don't wanna, you don't wanna" "... f** with me, boy" [Verse Two] [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 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 swingin' like the Red Sox Don't f** with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks That'll be a gla** 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 d**h division Yeah~! [Hook] [Outro: scratched to the end] "Catalog of carnage, I am armed to destroy" "You don't wanna f** with me, boy"