Family Tree Lyrics - South Of Hell - Boondox

Intoxication, filled with the medications 

Sedation powder made from hatians 

Put me in this fuckin situation 

My lungs are cold and feelin like they explodin 

I'm loaded, wrote it all down 

I'm givin you this invitation 

To come and visit me, come into my mind 

And sit a minute, join the spirits 

To take the time to unwind and you'll find 

The DNA ain't fallin far from the tree 

Come from a long line of the murderous kind 

So don't be fuckin with me 

You wanna check the history 

Just pull the newspaper clippin's 

And find the trailer where it happened 

I bet the blood is still drippin 

And I'm sippin on Kerosene, and it's just to make me enabled 

To let the world know that my family is more than unstable 

And I might be the black sheep for the secrets that I'm tellin 

More than half my bloodline is layin dead on a felon 

And I ain't sellin no lies, my last name is a curse 

I'm hopin that I survive yeah, just to finish this verse 

I see the hearse 

Kerosene, go get the matches 

Light this thing and burn the branches 

End the pain and suffering 

Burn it up and kill my family tree 

From way back, I remember my father's expression 

When the telephone ring at 3am you didn't have to stop and question 

Cause we knew that dark cloud was hangin just like a noose 

The only thing on our mind was death and who did he choose 

The time my cousin ate a bullet and my other cousin followed 

When they sister heard the news, that's when the Drano got swallowed 

Seen my first closed-casket just before I could talk 

And I almost met the same fate just before I could walk 

I lost my aunt to a pistol with her husband on the other end 

Nine years old and already noticed a trend 

So many friends dead and buried 

Many coffins been carried 

On a first name basis with too many cemeteries 

And I'm weary of my fate, scared for the ??kids, and me?? 

Cursed like the Von Erichs, somethin like the ??Kennedy's?? 

Say a prayer for me, if you're down on a knee 

And pray to God you ain't branches on my dyin family tree 

Kerosene, go get the matches 

Light this thing and burn the branches 

End the pain and suffering 

Burn it up and kill my family tree 

Chop, chop, chop it down 

When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound 

Chop, chop, chop it down 

When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound 

Chop, chop, chop it down 

When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound 

Chop, chop, chop it down 

When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound 

Kerosene, go get the matches 

Light this thing and burn the branches 

End the pain and suffering 

Burn it up and kill my family tree