[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 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 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' drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And keep on talkin' like a classroom teacher
[Hook: samples of Mad Child scratched]
"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"
[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 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~!
[Hook]
[Outro: scratched to the end]
"Catalog of carnage, I am armed to destroy"
"You don't wanna fuck with me, boy"
