Boondox

Boondox - Seven lyrics

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(A tiskit a taskit

The scarecrows out his casket

Turn out the lites and lock the doors Prayin that he passes)

A vision of the dead and the inbred of back woods

Muthafucka born inside a tool shed

Momma never loved me never paid me no attention

Daddy was a rapist 30 years upstate Fulton County Prison

And I was raised by my own will

Survivin off of scraps and bones

Bear traps and road kill

Spendin my days and my nites all alone

and my mind is gone there sumthin wrong wit my dome

They shoulda put me in the tomb

I didnt ask for this life

When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife

Now i walk with a scythe

And a murderous ability

A corn-fed muthafucka filled with hostility

Cracked out and im gone off the moonshine

A hundred eighty proof wine made from a muskadine

Out in these corn fields learnin all these wicked skills

Swingin slicin choppin dicin

Country boy born to kill

(Chorus x2)

A demon spawn the child of a bastard son

seventh born of seven and the seventh child fathered one

A soul black full of pain

Bodies in the field blood pourin like rain

Dont get lost in the woods in your black expedition

On a dark dirt road so suspicious just trees and ditches

Headlites flicker and it got you turnin switches

Now you so damn scared you bout to shit in your britches

You cant think straight all you hear is heavy breathin

Are your eyes just deceivin wut it is that you seein

When i pull up the eight four pistol in the floorboard

Blast out your back glass got you screamin oh no

You finna know the reason then you bout to find out

Wut it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide

Bein stalked by the scarecrow the blood line of Malakai

I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me alone

Tell me snatch this bitch up by her hair and drag her home

Over my shoulder in the back of a pickup truck

Cant wait to get her home and hold her bleed her then chop her up

(Chorus x2)

(A tiskit a taskit

The scarecrows out his casket

Turn out the lites and lock the doors

Prayin that he passes)

Thanks to darklotus42 for these lyrics

Thanks to Ruthless Juggalo for these lyrics

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Anonymous
Tuesday 16th of October 2012 12:12
i love these songs