[Verse 1:]
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 glorifying horrifying drama on the street
Muscle of an engine block, running rubber scattered rocks
Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded Glock
Even though I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox
Total fucking silence, photoshop [?]
I'm being pulled into the middle of a vicious war
And I'm back to 0-0, the official score
Feeling trapped like a leg-lock figure-four
Feeling free like a dreadlock wicked boy
Devil's night in Detroit, dig a shallow grave
Mad Child hate Christian Audigier and [?]
Bring back funk where we're skating on a Saturday
Tribe Called Quest, know I'm never putting that away
Picnics with the girlfriend, celebrating Halloween
Go on a vacation to Hawaii with your family
Tired of all the tension, sick of the insanity
Smashing people and clashing personalities
Fashion senses 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 want to appreciate this fucking life and have a good time
Write good rhymes, shit, smoke the good kine
Good book, that's a good look but it's not mine
But I am God's child and I do shine
Mad, when you moving to LA? Dog in due time
Bad mood tabooed tattooed preacher
Eyes like a racoon, nose like a vacuum
Act like a baboon, backroom speaker
Keep doing drugs, bad moves on the weekend
And keep on talking like a classroom teacher

[Chorus:]
You don't wanna fuck with me, boy
Catalogue [?] I am on to destroy
You don't wanna fuck with me, boy
You don't wanna fuck with me, boy
Catalogue [?] I am on to destroy
You don't wanna fuck with me, boy

[Verse 2:]
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 mastercraft
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
Boxcutter 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 dry [?] like chalk rock and porcelain
Cut you like a portion at Morton's, I'm nitroglycerin
Green Beret, nightvision, Green Lantern light prism
Heightened fright exorcism, Battleaxe death division

[Chorus:]
You don't wanna fuck with me, boy
Catalogue [?] I am on to destroy
You don't wanna fuck with me, boy
You don't wanna fuck with me, boy
Catalogue [?] I am on to destroy