Grumbles n Sparkles Songtext
von Moody Good

"I can′t explain the problems of a problem-less person...
No rose is thornless"

The beat was all wrong, a scurvy, itchy flow
Dumb enough to smack a robber, quicker than a schizo
Horror show, horror show, sorta low, first to blow
Snapping up on her camel toe

Wait around with pizza, first-class flight out to Giza
Known to be a villain and a dealer
One weapon, keep stepping if you see her
Keep stepping if you see her

Bada-boom bada-bing, just wanna sing

So let me spit it mad spiritual, indigenous, the naughtiest
Spit it with aboriginals
Snatching up the duffel bag, methedrone, drug pushing
Slags worth a dime bag, and fuck 'em for the cash

Hmm, yeah, I′m all about the gravy
And this stereo is only scribbled raw as a baby
His sex was all slimy, real grimy on the pay-day


Hey, look the story's mad twisted
The Snow is not a rapper, nor a name in hieroglyphics
Nor a name in hieroglyphics

Your nightmares were our bedtime fables
Double barrel on the dinner table
Next to the spoon, and the fork and the knives
Pray to god to bless the food and spare your lives

Let me take you on a tour of the land of the oil
Is it the blood of the fallen that puts the red in the soil?
I'm near the neighbors with the rabid dogs
The witch doctor plays chess with the priest

And if we are ever caught
We′d tie him up and drop ties
Lather him in kerosene, and listen to his skin crackle in the fire
Eye-popping, smoke rises
Hands up if you′ve ever been whipped by copper wires

Your blood, your knuckles clenched complete
Snakes heads crushed underneath your feet
If the soldiers catch you during curfew - play dead
Nothing in this night is sacred

Dead chicken by the door, dead fathers of the next day
Dead chicken by the door, dead fathers of the next day