Boondox - Seven lyrics

A tisket, a tasket The Skarecrows out his casket Turn off the lights and lock the door Prayin' that he pa**es A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods Muthaf**er born inside a tool shed Momma never loved me never gave me no attention Daddy was a rapist thirty years up state Fulton County Prison And I was raised by my own will Surviving off of scrapes of bones, bear traps, and road k** Spending my days and my nights all alone And my mind is gone is 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 I'm cough and mutherf**er feel with hostility Cracked out and I'm gone off that moon shine Hundred dated of proof why I'm made from a muskadine Out in these cornfields Learning all these wicked sk**s Swingin', slicing, choppin', dicing Country boy born to k** [Chorus: x2] 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 Don't get lost in the woods In yo black expedition On the dark dirt roads So suspicious Just though some ditches Headlights flicker and its got u turning switches Now u so damn scarred u bout to sh** in yo brentches You cant think straight all u hear is heavy breathing All your eyes just deceiving 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 wont 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] A tisket, a tasket The Skarecrows out his casket Turn off the lights and lock the door Prayin' that he pa**es A tisket, a tasket The Skarecrows out his casket Turn off the lights and lock the door Prayin' that he pa**es