Boondox Seven Lyrics

A tisket, A tasket
The Skarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes

A vision of the dead in the inbred backwoods
m____fucker born inside a toolshed
Momma never loved me never paid me no attention
Daddy was a rapist 30 years up state in Fulton County Prison
And I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones, bear traps, and road-kill
Spending my days and my nights all alone
And my mind is gone
There's something wong with my dome
Should have put me in a tomb I didnt ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now I walk with a sight and a murderous ability
A cornfed m_____fucker filled with hostility
Cracked out and im gone off that moon shine
A 100 dated proof wine made from a muskadine
Out in these cornfields
Learning all these wicked skills
Swingin, slicing, choppin, dicing
Country boy born to kill

A demon spawn
the child of a b______ son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the field
Blood pourin' like rain
A demon spawn
the child of a b______ son
Seven born of seven and the
Seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the field
Blood pourin' like rain

Don't get lost in the woods
In your black expedition
On the dark dirt roads
So suspicious
Just cruisin' ditches
Hedlights flicker and its got u turning switches
Now u so d___ scared u bout to s___ in your britches
You cant think straight all u hear is heavy breathing
Are your eyes just deceving what it is that u seeing
When I pull up in the '84
Pistol in the floorboard
Blast out ya back glass
Got u screamin "No No"
You fixing to know the reason and u about to find out
What it is to suffer with a rusty blade in your mouth
No where to run
No where to hide
Being stalked by the Skarecrow
The bloodline of Malachi
I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me alone
Tell me s_____ this b____ up by her hair and drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pick up truck
Cant wait to get her home and hold her, bleed her, then chop her up

A tisket, A tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes