Swollen Members - Moonshine lyrics

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 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 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
Box cutter 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'!

"Catalog of carnage, I am armed to destroy"
"You don't wanna fuck with me, boy"