Dead Memories

[Hook]
Dead memories will they ever let me be
You can find me hanging all my enemies from a tree
Putting in a lot of dirt nothings ever really clean
Stick em in the stomach with a knife until I watch em bleed
Bloody Ruckus be the name, suspect to this murder scene
Step up to the plate unless you really want a piece of me
Killing every wannabe knowing that I'm gonna be someone at yo funeral, its gonna be a murder scene

[Verse 1]
Blood on my face, blood on my walls
Blood every where but I ain't no punk
Daddy used to tie me up to the front porch with my little brother just so he can get drunk
Mommy would do nothing but leave me suffering then brag to all of her friends I was nuts
Doctors were trying to figure out reasons to why I am leaving my arms full of cuts
Daddy was a crack head, mama was a liar
They the reason why I'm gonna set this world on fire
Kill those motherfuckers then I grab the gasoline and poor it all over then fucking house and then I grab the lighter
Burning my memories burning my agony demons are roaming inside of my bodies and all of you bitches are finna be running the devil is coming and nothing is stopping me
Ready for whatever when ever nigga you thinking you killing the tongue of the beast and I'm letting you know that you won't get away and I'm leaving you dead up in side of my street
WILL THEY SUCCEED?
Hell nah, I don't even think they can even kill my tongue
Bodies on my lawn and there gonna be gone from the break of dawn so know
ITS ON!
Will they remember me?
Put a bullet through their heads there gonna remember me
All you motherfuckers are gonna be sorry for what ever you did to me you panicking instead of always hating me
Leaving em decapitated over desperated
You are the one who is praying to God
You're the one who's making me feel like I've been hung up on a cross
Satan waits as you finally slip in my hands
Chase him with a hatchet then I hack him into pieces
Then I watch his bodies fall apart as much as I can

[Hook]
Dead memories will they ever let me be
You can find me hanging all my enemies from a tree
Putting in a lot of dirt nothings ever really clean
Stick em in the stomach with a knife until I watch em bleed
Bloody Ruckus be the name, suspect to this murder scene
Step up to the plate unless you really want a piece of me
Killing every wannabe knowing that I'm gonna be someone at yo funeral, its gonna be a murder scene

[Verse 2]
Age fifteen, started stabbing random people then they locked me in Mendoza and they knew that i was crazy
Then they through me back in public legally by law, I started searching for my family the people who done raised me
Nowadays you can catch me running from the police by the same piggies, bitch fucking blow me
You can find me chilling with my homies getting drunk at Foley's fuck the police and the FBI because they do not know me
And the DTF wanna bust me for the drugs in the streets Brown County GB
Never even proven that I ever did it now I'm gonna have to spit it all I ever did was weed
Wicked wisco tatted on my arm and neck
Slaughter anybody who will ever try to disrespect
Laying you niggas down into rest with all them other faggots with the holes the size of water melons deep into your chest
Figured you motherfuckers couldn't chop like me
Wrap a rope around your neck you wanna piece of me?
Put you out your misery and then I throw you in the woods and now your all over TV including Unsolved Mysteries
Imma show you that I run the bay
Even if it means making yo blood squirt
One of my descriptions is a pair of bloody jean with a tear drop and a wicked blue t-shirt
I will never back down from none of you pussy bitches
I just try to stay humble for who the fuck I am
Everything that I have done in my life is a dead memory
But here I still stand
I'm sick of everybody talking all there fucking bullshit and I know its really gonna get me very pissed off
Learning from what ever happened you thinking I'm crazy for how I am rapping if you fuck with me bitch I will grab my Sawed-Off

[Hook]
Dead memories will they ever let me be
You can find me hanging all my enemies from a tree
Putting in a lot of dirt nothings ever really clean
Stick em in the stomach with a knife until I watch em bleed
Bloody Ruckus be the name, suspect to this murder scene
Step up to the plate unless you really want a piece of me
Killing every wannabe knowing that I'm gonna be someone at yo funeral, its gonna be a murder scene