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boondox – seven (remix) lyrics

(children vioce)
a tisket, a tasket
the skarecrows out his casket
turn off the lights and lock the door
prayin’ that he p-sses

(boondox)
a vision of the dead in the inbred backwoods
m-th-f–ker born inside a toolshead
momma never loved me never gave me no attention
daddy was a rapist 30 years up state fulton county prison
and i was raised by my own will
surviving off of scr-ps of bones, bear traps, and road kill
spending my days and my nights all alone
and my mind is gone, there’s something wrong 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-th-rf–ker filled with hostility
cracked out and im gone off that moon shine
100 dated of proof why im made from a muskadine
out in these cornfields
learning all these wicked skills
swingin, slicing, choppin, dicing
country boy born to kill

(chorus 2x)
a demon sp-wn
the child of a b-st-rd 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

(verse 2:)
dont get lost in the woods

in yo black expidition
on the dark dirt roads
so suspecious
just though some ditches
hedlights flicker and its got u turning switches
now u so d-mn scarred u bout to sh-t in yo brentches
you cant think straight all u hear is heavy breathing
all your eyes just deceving what it is that u seeing
when i pull up on the ankle
pristol in ther floorboard
blast out ya back gl-ss
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 malaki
i hear these voices talkin they wont leave me along
tell me sn-tch this b-tch 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

(chorus)

(boondox)
a tisket, a tasket
the skarecrows out his casket
turn off the lights and lock the door
prayin’ that he p-sses

(children again – repeat until song over)
a tisket, a tasket
the skarecrows out his casket
turn off the lights and lock the door
prayin’ that he p-sses

- boondox lyrics

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