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Bloody Ruckus
Bloody Ruckus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PRESTON HYDE
PRESTON HYDE
Songwriter

Letra

Hey yo, well my body can fit a bitch ass
Homeless, they call me a bag of bones
If I blow your undercover, break your motherfucking nose
Getting a pocket gun from out of my pocket
Who the fuck you think about?
You better be ready for when I pump your body full of holes
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
Took her crazy like I don't know where the fuck you fit
Ain't no filtered rhythm, brought the inner demon for the order
Brought the chaos in the circle of the barrel from a loaded Smith
I aim for me, I'm the dead
If you hit me then come sever my head
Pussy ass eyes, I will get back on your carcass
Bitches hate me 'fore I paint their tombstones that we shared
Fuck a butterfly, that motherfucker like a dummy
Take his brain out of his skull, he capping on some bullshit
I don't feel, so go grab my Guinness or go grab a noose
Some bigger lifer when you're put up in a pinewood box it gets more like a cigarette
Take out all the human race
Stick a pistol up in your fucking face
Break through the walls and the price of the look on your face
Clap a pussy motherfucker like I never did before
Why won't you slaughter them all?
Welcome my children, we live on your bones
Tap in to see the cremation of all of my foes
Rip apart your body with the shotty when I let it go
Channeling vision and rage
Stick a pistol up in your fucking face
Break through the walls and the price of the look on your face
Clap a pussy motherfucker like I never did before
Reap what you sow you dumb hoe
Welcome my children, we live on your bones
Tap in to see the cremation of all of my foes
Rip apart your body with the shotty when I let it go
Hi cunt, did you miss me? You were the cause of my own misery
Vent to me crazy, I cannot believe that you're still alive
Hoping my life will delete, fuck what you mean bitch
I came from the dirt fully loaded with ammo from within the grave
Got a bullet with your fucking name on it
Hope what I know is today is the day that you meet your fate
Spit more fugazzi, sit round and wait for the world to witness
The truth from deep inside, take a fit and you'll bump the carnage of one session
I might-might go savage with sick, wearing pride, right?
Yah, blood on my T, nevermind me bagging the bodies of enemies
And they're quick to intervene, fucking talking to my feet
Cut your tongue right out your fucking mouth for telling on me
Bitch
Take out all the human race
Stick a pistol up in your fucking face
Break through the walls and the price of the look on your face
Clap a pussy motherfucker like I never did before
Why won't you slaughter them all?
Welcome my children, we live on your bones
Tap in to see the cremation of all of my foes
Rip apart your body with the shotty when I let it go
Channeling vision and rage
Stick a pistol up in your fucking face
Break through the walls and the price of the look on your face
Clap a pussy motherfucker like I never did before
Reap what you sow you dumb hoe
Welcome my children, we live on your bones
Tap in to see the cremation of all of my foes
Rip apart your body with the shotty when I let it go
Written by: PRESTON HYDE
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