(children vioce)
A tisket, A tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he pa**es
(Boondox)
A vision of the dead in the inbred backwoods
Muthaf**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 scraps of bones, bear traps, and road k**
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 didn't 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 mutherf**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 sk**s
Swingin, slicing, choppin, dicing
Country boy born to k**
(Chorus 2x)
A demon spawn
The child of a ba*tard 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 damn scarred u bout to sh** in yo brentches
You can't 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 gla**
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 won't leave me along
Tell me snatch this b**h up by her hair and drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pick up truck
Can't 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 pa**es
(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 pa**es