Letras
Personality is weak like my batteries are bleak
My reality is deep, my reality is bleak
Taking words and murdering like Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat
I've been glorifying horrifying drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, burning rubber, scattered rocks
Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glocks
Even though I'm motor mouth, never been a chatterbox
Total fucking silence, Photoshop, murder cop
I'm being pulled into the middle of a vicious war
And I'm back to zero zero, the official score
Feeling trapped like a leg lock, figure four
Feeling free like a dreadlock reggae boy
Devil's night in Detroit, dig a shallow grave
Mad Child hate Christian Audigier and Alize
Bring back fun, roller skating on a Saturday
A Tribe Called Quest, no I'm never putting that away
Picnics with your girlfriend, celebrating Halloween
Or go on a vacation to Hawaii with your family
Tired of all the tension, sick of the insanity
People smashing people and clashing personalities
Fashion sense is 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 wanna appreciate this fucking 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 laughing at my lyrics like it's moonshine
Mad, when you moving to LA dog? In due time
Bad mood, taboo, tattooed preacher
Eyes like a raccoon, nose like a vacuum
Act like a baboon, bathroom speaker
Keep doing drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And keep on talking like a classroom teacher
You don't wanna fuck with me boy
Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy
Follow you to the parkade, sharp blade, dagger mouth
You can see the dragon hide the same time the tiger crouch
Fire fighter 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 swinging like the Red Sox
Don't fuck with Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks
That'll be a glass 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 drops hot like chalk rocking porcelain
Cut you like a portion of Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Green Beret night vision, Green Lantern light prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Battle Axe death division, yeah