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