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.
Color You Dead
Boondox Lyrics
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[Chorus]
Rip out ya skeleton burn the flesh I'm somethin like Davidian David Koresh I'll catch you while ya sleepin put a hook through ya jugular then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow muderer
[Verse 1]
Bury my corpse and turn it upside down so I don't claw through my coffin crawlin up out the ground cause you don't wanna see a pissed off blood suckin motha fucker rabies infested just like a rat from the gutter. Frothy at the mouth teeth sharper than a needle one function in my cranium is go and kill people and I'm good at what I do really ask any body the dead don't talk but you can see how many bodies go missin and I'm wishin I could catch you all alone sink my fangs in ya veins leave ya drained to the bone like a human juice box with straw in ya eye socket cut ya tongue out and put that bitch in my pocket.
[Verse 2]
Semen from a demon and the heart of a gypsy mixed them both together when the wicth is feelin tipsy add a little liqour little X a little blow and what do ya get next the mother fuckin scarecrow always ready for the murder all about a homicide seen crawlin out the window on the day ya momma died and on the day ya momma cried when she found you in bed with ya throat slit skull spilt decapitated head blood drippin form the ceilin and the words on ya door read ya better run and hide because I'm comin for ya whore I'm the sickest of the sickest and I got a little sickness never leave em breathen never leave a fuckin witness.
[Chorus X2]
[Verse 3]
I'll leave a hole in ya brain like you was Kurt Cobain I'll make it rain out ya vein but no my name ain't Wayne ya feel the pain when ya strain choked out with a chain and I don't do it for the fame these blood stains ain't a game rip your spine up out the skin and go to tell your next kin kill them one by one with grin and do it all a fuckin gain I'm gone like the wind when I open your gut every incision with percision lovin every single cut and I'm bathin your ya blood til I'm the color a red take the crayola out ya artery and color you dead.
[Chorus X2]
The lyrics to "Color You Dead" by Boondox is a graphic and disturbing description of murder and violence. The first verse portrays the artist as a bloodthirsty vampire-like creature with sharp teeth who targets people while they sleep. The claim that "the dead don't talk but you can see how many bodies go missing" suggests that the artist has killed numerous people, and nobody has discovered their remains. The chorus repeats the idea that the artist is like Davidian and Koresh, leaders of the Branch Davidians cult, who died in a siege by the FBI.
The second verse of the song describes the artist's origins as a mix of demon semen and gypsy heart. The use of drugs, such as liquor, X, and blow, is mentioned as contributing to the artist's violent tendencies. The lyrics mention that the artist crawled out of a window on the day the target's mother died, suggesting that this event triggered the urge to kill. The final verse describes in detail how the artist will leave behind bloodstains and take pleasure in cutting up the target's body, even coloring themselves in the blood.
Overall, "Color You Dead" is a disturbing portrayal of violence and murder. The lyrics suggest that the artist is a serial killer who takes pleasure in killing their victims in a gruesome manner. The references to Davidian, Koresh, and Kurt Cobain suggest that the artist is influenced by cults and violent individuals from history.
Line by Line Meaning
Rip out ya skeleton I'm somethin like Davidian
I am highly skilled at taking human lives just like David Koresh, the leader of the Branch Davidians
I'll catch you while ya sleepin put a hook through ya jugular then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow muderer
I have the ability to break into your home undetected, kill you by ripping out your jugular with a hooked weapon, and evade authorities by using your window as an escape route. I am known as the scarecrow murderer.
Bury my corpse and turn it upside down so I don't claw through my coffin crawlin up out the ground cause you don't wanna see a pissed off blood suckin motha fucker rabies infested just like a rat from the gutter.
When I die, my body should be buried upside down because I may come back to life as a furious and infectious creature with sharp teeth and claws. I am as dangerous as a disease-ridden rat from a sewer.
Frothy at the mouth teeth sharper than a needle one function in my cranium is go and kill people
I have rabies, which makes me foam at the mouth and have incredibly sharp teeth. My only motivation is to kill people.
and I'm good at what I do really ask any body the dead don't talk but you can see how many bodies go missin and I'm wishin I could catch you all alone sink my fangs in ya veins leave ya drained to the bone like a human juice box with straw in ya eye socket cut ya tongue out and put that bitch in my pocket.
I am skilled at killing people and leaving no witnesses. Even though the dead cannot speak, the amount of missing bodies proves my capability. If I can catch you alone, I will drain you of blood, leaving you as empty as a juice box, and cut out your tongue as a keepsake.
Semen from a demon and the heart of a gypsy mixed them both together when the wicth is feelin tipsy add a little liqour little X a little blow and what do ya get next the mother fuckin scarecrow always ready for the murder
I was created by mixing demon semen and a gypsy heart, which was then infused with alcohol and drugs to make me even more deadly. I am always prepared to kill.
all about a homicide seen crawlin out the window on the day ya momma died and on the day ya momma cried when she found you in bed with ya throat slit skull spilt decapitated head blood drippin form the ceilin and the words on ya door read ya better run and hide because I'm comin for ya whore
I am known for my ability to commit homicide and escape undetected. I have killed someone on the same day that their mother died and on the day that their mother discovered their decapitated body. I am coming for you, and you better run because your fate will be the same as others who crossed me.
I'm the sickest of the sickest and I got a little sickness never leave em breathen never leave a fuckin witness.
I am the most depraved and twisted individual, and my sickness will never subside. My victims never leave alive, and I make sure that no witnesses are left behind.
I'll leave a hole in ya brain like you was Kurt Cobain I'll make it rain out ya vein but no my name ain't Wayne ya feel the pain when ya strain choked out with a chain
I can kill you by shooting a hole in your head like Kurt Cobain, or by draining your blood until it pours out of your veins. My name is not Wayne, but you will feel the pain of a chain around your neck suffocating you.
and I don't do it for the fame these blood stains ain't a game rip your spine up out the skin and go to tell your next kin
I do not commit these murders for fame or attention. These are not simply games, as each murder leaves a permanent stain in history. I will rip your spine out and show off my handiwork to your family.
kill them one by one with grin and do it all a fuckin gain I'm gone like the wind when I open your gut every incision with percision lovin every single cut
I take pleasure in killing your family members one by one, and it brings me gain to have them out of the picture. When I open your gut, I do it with precision and skill, and I love every moment of inflicting pain on you.
and I'm bathin your ya blood til I'm the color a red take the crayola out ya artery and color you dead.
I will bathe in your blood until I am completely covered in red, and I will use your artery like a crayon to color you dead. You have no hope of survival against me.
[Chorus X2]
The chorus serves as a repetition of the first verse, emphasizing my capability to kill with precision and escape without detection.
Contributed by David S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.