Moonshine

[Verse 1 - Orifice Vulgatron] I'm back in moonshine it's the mark of the fucking beast Straight villans, Staight sipping on the bucky yeast In fact it's all extra cold we're from on the streets Fuck the speach, rush crush your beads till I bust your cheeks We're at the darkside, sipping on that homemade Two part probe babe, one part rolegame Cold face poltergeist, vicious of a old say Skeaming with the reaper while we listening to cold vein Dark skies bloody seas now I'm seeing keys Step down catch me kicking if you see me give it After getting information from the grimist theories Happily subject your pussy future to the freeky dicky I see the picture not believing in your feble scriptures My teams a mixture of the evilest and deepest figures I play the lecture for these veins ain't a cheap prediction Threat this like like a fuck fest, be brief to fix it [Verse 2 - Skits Vicious] Back to bust, got a plastic cup Full of moonshine funk with the bottoms up (Now I'm) Seeing things for a different perspective My spirit is strapped in my liver (you get it?) I sip some sniff some smack my bitch up That's when Skits got that ass on gridlock I mix up which was the glass I slipped drugs In to confuse and harrase a thick slut Got an acid rap tab on my beer gut Drunk life north side I'm six pack It must be the alcohol talking Come to the show me and Beggers performing Touring the globe for the booze and the dope To me it's all jokes until the show time (word) That's when your life on the cokeline When I come to deliver a bit of that moonshine [Hook - Orifice Vulgatron, Skits Vicious & Jay Reaper] I see the world through a different kind of focus Fuck up! Staring at the bottom of the bottom I other words, spining like my head is in a twister Twisted, damn right we'll be sipping on that moonshine Fucking up your breathalyzer Moonshine, fucking up your breathalyzer Moonshine, fucking up your breathalyzer Moonshine, fucking up your breathalyzer (Bitch!) [Verse 3 - Jay Reaper] I be that nigga sipping brews with little bit of X in the mix life live it to the limit A shit I couldn't give it, a fuck I give less Unless a bitch with big brests sparks my interest I've been stressed living like Kennedy Everyone's my motherfucking enemies except Jack from Tennessey And my man set my remedy, and Hennessey, and Hennessey And more fucking Hennessey Bottoms up let me have another shot of jugs These bottles up from the young dirty bastard buzz It's the moonshine it's hazardous It turned me into a half man, half the drug I'm at the pub, getting hashed and buzzed The way I'm, sipping buds it's an act of love I'll be kissing my liquid mistress Getting pissed, shit is part like part of the bussiness Dirty like my dishes, rugged like the hair cut I'm vicious Me and the beggars we getting bitches now Get to the booze pouring, I feel smooth warming I put my shoes on and, start moonwalking Now who's crew talking, this new dude awesome I choose brews often, Moon sparkling It's a motherfucking celebration Signing off, Satan