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Boondox
Boondox is a southern rap artist from Covington, Georgia. Boondox is the first rapper on the infamous Psychopathic Records label not to hail from a city environment - instead, according to label-mate Violent J, Boondox comes from "the crops".
Some may remember Boondox more as the artist Turn Coat Dirty from the first round of the Underground Psychos Contest or even earlier as part of S.H.I (Southern Hustlas Inc.) with Smokey and Produk.
The Newton County native is easily identified by his distinct look - a flannel shirt Read Full BioBoondox is a southern rap artist from Covington, Georgia. Boondox is the first rapper on the infamous Psychopathic Records label not to hail from a city environment - instead, according to label-mate Violent J, Boondox comes from "the crops".
Some may remember Boondox more as the artist Turn Coat Dirty from the first round of the Underground Psychos Contest or even earlier as part of S.H.I (Southern Hustlas Inc.) with Smokey and Produk.
The Newton County native is easily identified by his distinct look - a flannel shirt, straw hat and sinister face paint. In addition to this, Boondox also sports the Hatchetman pendant typical of all artists on the Psychopathic Records label.
According to his official biography, Boondox "tears it up over everything from Southern sounding banjo and harmonica loops to (Mike E.) Clark's patented sick-ass drum beats and fat bass drops." Boondox's debut album, "The Harvest", was released on July 11, 2006 through Psychopathic Records and features the Axe Murder Boyz, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, the Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid as guests.
With hypeman Jake Polzin aka Cousin Cleetus by his side and a live drummer behind him, Boondox made his concert debut at the 2006 Gathering of the Juggalos, which consisted of 4 songs, "Out Here", "Diggin' Myself Out", "Seven", and "They Pray With Snakes".
He is currently accompanying Blaze Ya Dead Homie and the Axe Murder Boyz on "The Tombstone Terror Tour" which is Boondox's first ever tour on Psychopathic Records.
Some may remember Boondox more as the artist Turn Coat Dirty from the first round of the Underground Psychos Contest or even earlier as part of S.H.I (Southern Hustlas Inc.) with Smokey and Produk.
The Newton County native is easily identified by his distinct look - a flannel shirt Read Full BioBoondox is a southern rap artist from Covington, Georgia. Boondox is the first rapper on the infamous Psychopathic Records label not to hail from a city environment - instead, according to label-mate Violent J, Boondox comes from "the crops".
Some may remember Boondox more as the artist Turn Coat Dirty from the first round of the Underground Psychos Contest or even earlier as part of S.H.I (Southern Hustlas Inc.) with Smokey and Produk.
The Newton County native is easily identified by his distinct look - a flannel shirt, straw hat and sinister face paint. In addition to this, Boondox also sports the Hatchetman pendant typical of all artists on the Psychopathic Records label.
According to his official biography, Boondox "tears it up over everything from Southern sounding banjo and harmonica loops to (Mike E.) Clark's patented sick-ass drum beats and fat bass drops." Boondox's debut album, "The Harvest", was released on July 11, 2006 through Psychopathic Records and features the Axe Murder Boyz, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, the Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid as guests.
With hypeman Jake Polzin aka Cousin Cleetus by his side and a live drummer behind him, Boondox made his concert debut at the 2006 Gathering of the Juggalos, which consisted of 4 songs, "Out Here", "Diggin' Myself Out", "Seven", and "They Pray With Snakes".
He is currently accompanying Blaze Ya Dead Homie and the Axe Murder Boyz on "The Tombstone Terror Tour" which is Boondox's first ever tour on Psychopathic Records.
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Seven
by Boondox
A tisket, a tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes
A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods
Muthafucker 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 kill
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 mutherfucker 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 skills
Swingin', slicing, choppin', dicing
Country boy born to kill
[Chorus: x2]
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard 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 shit 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 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 Malaki
I hear these voices talkin' they wont leave me along
Tell me snatch this bitch 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 passes
A tisket, a tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA/AMCOS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
by Boondox
A tisket, a tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes
A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods
Muthafucker 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 kill
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 mutherfucker 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 skills
Swingin', slicing, choppin', dicing
Country boy born to kill
[Chorus: x2]
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard 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 shit 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 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 Malaki
I hear these voices talkin' they wont leave me along
Tell me snatch this bitch 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 passes
A tisket, a tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes
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