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.
Red Mist
Boondox Lyrics
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(Boondox)
I got 'em in my sight
Aimin' right between his eyes
fiending for the sight of blood
squirting when the bullets fly
decapatatin' muthafucker with that heavy ammo
posted up on rooftop dressed in black latetes and camo
for that crimson tirents arteries or introduce the light
and no, i cannot cope' unless i see it in my scope
fallen to your knees and that red mist leaves ur throat
{Blaze}
I'm like a 22 shot to your head at close range
the slug recoshades untill it splatters ur brains
And no matter where it enters the exits never the same
let 6 shots go, the red mist pourin' like rain
so much are so squeemish they cant stand the sight of blood
And so they passin' out when they see me in the hood
my wounds still bleed like imma stigmatic
red mist in my trail some blood still shootin' out my jacket
Chorus:
Blood is like a river on the side of the mountain (fuck)
A beautiful spectical (fuck)
(iiiimmmmmmmmmm excited)
Im excited for the (red mist)
Tha' (red mist)
Let me see the (red mist)
{Monoxide}
Sideways your shit sprays in driveways like soundwaves
Creating a buzz with a 12-gauge
On highways it aint' safe to drive
I keep the window rolled down incase i gotta get live
And I brought Madrox with me
Pass me the axe
So i can throw it through his windshield and split his ass in half
A little closer so i can check out the spray
And let his blood tip my window while im driving away
{Madrox}
Who ya? I'm like a cowboy
6 shooter in my hand
Lick shots, reload, and do it again
Red mist
Splattered on my forearm and fist
When u shooting this close it hard to miss
At a distance i can see the expression of victims
Red liquid limpin with holes in him ya spillin somethin
Retgous red sand on the cemet again
Till Monoxide chop u with the axe and then u finished
Chorus 2:
There are various patterns(fuck)
To the blood splatter
Although none really matter(fuck)
(iiiimmmmmmmmmm excited)
Im excited for the (red mist)
Tha' (red mist)
Let me see the (red mist)
The afterlife is over without blood mist
Only cause it matters applies to a fritz
(iiiimmmmmmmmmm excited)
Im excited for the (red mist)
Tha' (red mist)
Let me see the (red mist)
(fuck)
{Boondox}
I keep that hatchet swingin'
At yo fuckin' chest im aimin'
Want to see your heart explodin'
Like a fuckin' hand grenade and
I want to see your body drain untill ur life expires
Spittin' like a volcano spewin black ash and fire
With Blaze and Twiztid leave these bitches let me testify
Line em up, Sort em out, Who wanna b the next to die?
Im quick to make you dead
A gyser spraying out yo' head
Lookin like a faitful body twitchin' in a pool of red
Chorus 3:
Warm blood spray(fuck)
Red mist
Gently flowin' in the creek(fuck)
(iiiimmmmmmmmmm excited)
Im excited for the (red mist)
Tha' (red mist)
Let me see the (red mist)
(fuck) (2x)
Im excited for the (red mist)
Tha' (red mist)
Let me see the (red mist)
Hope u got yo hatchet with u
Swing 'em (low) swing 'em (high) (3x)
Tha' (red mist)
Let me see the (red mist)
Hope u got yo hatchet with u
Swing 'em (low) swing 'em (high) (3x)
Tha' (red mist)
Let me see the (red mist)
Hope u got yo hatchet with u
Swing 'em (low) swing 'em (high) (3x)
Tha' (red mist)
Let me see the (red mist)
"Red Mist" is a horrorcore rap song by Boondox featuring Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Jamie Madrox, and Monoxide Child. The lyrics of the song are about four killers who are excited to see the "red mist" of blood spray while they kill their victims. The song glorifies violence and the thrill of taking lives. Boondox raps about being a "crazy insane sniper" who enjoys seeing blood squirt when he shoots his bullets. Blaze compares himself to a .22 caliber bullet that splatters his victim's brain and causes the "red mist" to pour like rain. Monoxide and Madrox rap about using an axe and a 6-shooter, respectively, to kill their victims and see the blood spray on their faces. The song has three choruses that repeat the excitement for the "red mist".
The lyrics of "Red Mist" are controversial and have been criticized for promoting violence and murder. However, some fans of horrorcore consider the song to be a dark fantasy and an expression of the genre's aesthetics. The song has become popular among fans of Boondox and other horrorcore artists, who enjoy the explicit and graphic nature of the lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
I got 'em in my sight
I have a clear view of the target
Aimin' right between his eyes
I am targeting the head of the victim
fiending for the sight of blood
I have a strong desire to see bloodshed
squirting when the bullets fly
Blood sprays out when the bullets hit
decapatatin' muthafucker with that heavy ammo
I am using powerful bullets to decapitate the target
posted up on rooftop dressed in black latetes and camo
I am hiding on the rooftop, dressed in camouflage clothing
a crazy insane sniper with an appitite
I am a mentally unstable sniper with a strong desire
for that crimson tirents arteries or introduce the light
I want to see blood flow from victims or make them die
and no, i cannot cope' unless i see it in my scope
I cannot handle the situation unless I see it in my scope
fallen to your knees and that red mist leaves ur throat
The victim falls to their knees and blood sprays from their throat
I'm like a 22 shot to your head at close range
I am similar to a 22 caliber gunshot to the head from a short distance
the slug recoshades untill it splatters ur brains
Bullets bounce and cause the victim's brains to splatter
let 6 shots go, the red mist pourin' like rain
After firing six shots, blood splatters like rain
so much are so squeemish they cant stand the sight of blood
Many people are too sensitive to handle the sight of blood
And so they passin' out when they see me in the hood
People faint when they see me in the neighborhood
my wounds still bleed like imma stigmatic
My wounds continue to bleed as if I am a stigmatic
red mist in my trail some blood still shootin' out my jacket
Blood follows me, and some still sprays from my clothing
Sideways your shit sprays in driveways like soundwaves
Bullets cause blood to spatter everywhere like soundwaves
Creating a buzz with a 12-gauge
Using a 12-gauge shotgun creates shock and attention
On highways it aint' safe to drive
Driving on a highway is not safe
I keep the window rolled down incase i gotta get live
I keep the window down so I can quickly get involved if necessary
And I brought Madrox with me
I came with Madrox
Pass me the axe
Give me the axe
So i can throw it through his windshield and split his ass in half
I want to throw the axe through the windshield and cut the target in half
A little closer so i can check out the spray
I want to get closer to see the blood spatter
And let his blood tip my window while im driving away
Blood from the victim spills on my window while I drive away
Who ya? I'm like a cowboy
I am like a cowboy
6 shooter in my hand
I am holding a six-shooter gun
Lick shots, reload, and do it again
I shoot, reload, and continue the shooting again and again
Splattered on my forearm and fist
Blood from the victim is on my arms and hands
When u shooting this close it hard to miss
It is difficult to miss the target when shooting so close
At a distance i can see the expression of victims
I can see the victim's expression from a distance
Red liquid limpin with holes in him ya spillin somethin
The victim is spilling red liquid due to holes in them
Retgous red sand on the cemet again
The red blood looks like sand on the cemetery
Till Monoxide chop u with the axe and then u finished
The victim is finished after Monoxide chops them with the axe
I keep that hatchet swingin'
I continue swinging the hatchet
At yo fuckin' chest im aimin'
I am aiming for the target's chest
Want to see your heart explodin'
I want to see the target's heart explode
Like a fuckin' hand grenade and
It will be like a hand grenade explosion
I want to see your body drain untill ur life expires
I want to drain the target's blood until they die
Spittin' like a volcano spewin black ash and fire
Blood is flowing out like an erupting volcano, mixing with dirt and ash
With Blaze and Twiztid leave these bitches let me testify
Blaze and Twiztid are with me, I want to finish this and testify my act
Line em up, Sort em out, Who wanna b the next to die?
I am asking who wants to be the next to die
Im quick to make you dead
I can quickly kill you
A gyser spraying out yo' head
Blood will spew out of the victim's head like a geyser
Lookin like a faitful body twitchin' in a pool of red
The victim looks like a lifeless body with spasms in a pool of red blood
Warm blood spray
Blood is spraying
Gently flowin' in the creek
The blood is flowing in the nearby creek
The afterlife is over without blood mist
There is no afterlife without bloodshed
Only cause it matters applies to a fritz
It only applies to those who care
Hope u got yo hatchet with u
I hope you have your hatchet with you
Swing 'em (low) swing 'em (high) (3x)
Swing the hatchet low and high three times
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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@goblue1612
I'm not a juggalo but this shit is hard
@juanogas2827
mutherfucking best song
@tezz19937
ok ok this shit nice
@hatchetmaster-dc9op
Whoop Whoop
@brendamitchell3052
Whoop whoop
@jakebashus2144
Still down will never die mmfwcl to all los lettes and all you other crazy ass muthafuckas out there
@moggycore
what does mmfwcl stand for? awesome song btw
@jakebashus2144
Much muthafuckin wicked clown love is what it stands for
@gomerpyle2301
This is our world. So get the fuck out
@moggycore
found out xD....... MMFWCL