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Seven
Boondox Lyrics


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
Written by: ANNA MARIA LA SPINA, DAVID MICHAEL TYSON

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joshua cook

First song I've seen that don't have hate i love it when we have clown love.....haters will never know what its like to be down with the clown

Matthew Everhart

Did you see it or hear it

Twist Top

MCL

Ethan Hudlow

Southern version of ICP gotta love it

Ringmaster's carnival of terror Alden

I hgged blaze n mnoxide n madrox for my VIP. But daaaaam boondox you just did daaaaam good for my first sight of you in person and stage . So many props! And all y'all. Thanks for a daaaaam good experience. ❤✌ Ringmaster

Lady Luck

2:45 til the end gives me chill asf lit 🔥

TheMobMod

WHOOP WHOOP!!!!!!!!!!

Cowboy Snow

WHOOP WHOOP CAN YOU HEAR ME RECHECK WAY YEEE HAAA

Jesse Huddleston

i love how he pronounces rain
"rayayne"
dope shit

David Way

Is it me or does it hit hard when it saids 747

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