Wanna scrap break my knuckles on your skull, Punk motherfuckers don't know. I'll kill you in a fight you should let it go. Don't mention me or my past, you never saw one body in blood laying on the floor. Got my addictions from the store, I'll go crazy and move your body back and fourth unconscious and you're still catching blows. Fed up and i'm ready to let it go. Say my name and you'll wish you could go back to the way things were before, I warned you, you should've known.