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.
They Pray With Snakes
Boondox Lyrics
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In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
A quiet seems with a ride stone shut
By a string of children playing water flowin with blood
The pastor stands on his bull-pit while preachin the hell
On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bell
They told twice for the missing and the recently departed
In the pews the congregations' just a 100 days rotted
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
its just an everyday life an a normal routine
People walkin' right by but never notice the screams
A backwards philosiphy passed down in the ages
Generation of murder written down in these pages
Of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
A place where the secret is surrounded by mystery
[Chorus]
I can hear the screaming in the forest at night
They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind
I can hear the screaming through the forest at night
They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind
Well it occurs starts sickness that is raised in the minds
Of these sac-religious hillbillies raised with the swine
No remorse in the souls and the heart is pitched black
Thirsty for the blood hound murdered contact
Feasting on the brain of the ones they call sinners'
Cousin Cletus in the kitchen carvin tore souls for dinner
In the barn, on the meathooks, bodies are hanging
In the cellar by a chain more bodies are swingin'
And in the field lies a scene of an old parkin lot
Abandoned for so many years cars left to rot
And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
All the bones and the belongings all piled in a heap
Ungodly sounds of torture echo through the treets
The streets are suffering still blowing in the breeze
Not on any map undiscovered never surveyed
Secrets of a small town kept locked away
[Chorus]
The above lyrics describe a terrifying and disturbing scenario set in a small southern town where dark, twisted rituals and sacrificial practices are said to take place. It conveys an overall sense of fear, dread, and a deep sense of unease. The first verse establishes the location of the town- which seems to be a refuge for the Devil himself as people gather to pray and engage in demonic activities. The opening line of "in the belly of the beast the place is miles away" conveys a strong sense of isolation, not only geographically, but also socially and culturally. The following line, "a quiet scene with a ride stone shut" establishes the eeriness of the place while the reference to blood in the waterflow conveys a sense of violence lingering in the air.
The second verse sets the dark tone of the song even further, depicting the residents of the town as being sadistic, callous, and depraved. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of heinous crimes such as cannibalism, torture, and murder. The image of cousin Cletus carving torn souls for dinner is particularly gruesome, while the scene of bodies hanging on meathooks and swung by chains is ghastly. The imagery of merciless killers who show no remorse for their crimes and who thrive on a diet of horror inflicts a creeping unease that runs throughout the song. The chorus, "I can hear the screaming in the forest at night, they pray with snakes and they poison my mind" reinforces the overall anxiety and the sense of outright terror associated with the song.
Line by Line Meaning
In the belly of the beast the place is miles away
This place is remote and hidden, far from civilization.
In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
This is a town in the South with devil worship.
A quiet seems with a ride stone shut
The place looks abandoned and is isolated by stone walls.
By a string of children playing water flowin with blood
The surroundings are creepy, with children playing in blood-filled water.
The pastor stands on his bull-pit while preachin the hell
The pastor is on a platform preaching about hell.
On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bell
The church is situated on a hilltop with demons.
They told twice for the missing and the recently departed
People have been disappearing from this town recently.
In the pews the congregation's just a 100 days rotted
The congregation is dead or rotting
Suffering is all around us, stinch of death in the air
The surroundings are filled with suffering, and the air smells of death.
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
People are oblivious to the suffering around them.
its just an everyday life an a normal routine
This is an everyday occurrence for this town.
People walkin' right by but never notice the screams
People are walking by but not noticing the screams of pain.
A backwards philosophy passed down in the ages
This town has been following a twisted and outdated philosophy for generations.
Generation of murder written down in these pages
The history of this town is full of murder.
Of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
This town's history, full of atrocities, has been ignored and forgotten.
A place where the secret is surrounded by mystery
This town is full of secrets, and the truth is a mystery.
[Chorus]
The chorus repeats the idea that the town is full of screams, snakes, and poison.
Well it occurs starts sickness that is raised in the minds
The sickness that originates in this town affects people's minds.
Of these sac-religious hillbillies raised with the swine
The people in this town are sacrilegious and raised with pigs.
No remorse in the souls and the heart is pitched black
They possess no regret and have blackened hearts.
Thirsty for the blood hound murdered contact
The townspeople are killers and are thirsty for blood.
Feasting on the brain of the ones they call sinners'
The townspeople are cannibals and eat the brains of those they deem as sinners.
Cousin Cletus in the kitchen carving tor souls for dinner
One of the people, Cousin Cletus, is seen in the kitchen carving meat that includes human souls.
In the barn, on the meat hooks, bodies are hanging
The townspeople hang the bodies of their victims on meat hooks in the barn.
In the cellar by a chain more bodies are swingin'
There are more bodies hanging from chains in the cellar.
And in the field lies a scene of an old parkin lot
In the field lies an old parking lot with abandoned cars.
Abandoned for so many years cars left to rot
The cars have been abandoned and are in a state of decay.
And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
There are more bodies buried in the garden.
All the bones and the belongings all piled in a heap
The bones and belongings of the dead are piled up.
Ungodly sounds of torture echo through the trees
Sounds of torture reverberate through the trees.
The streets are suffering still blowing in the breeze
Even the streets are full of suffering and are neglected.
Not on any map undiscovered never surveyed
This town is off the map and has never been surveyed.
Secrets of a small town kept locked away
The town's secrets are hidden away and kept secret.
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@demigodubermensch8173
In the belly of the beast the place that's miles away
In a deep southern town where the devil comes to pray
A choir sings with their eyes sewn shut
By a stream the children play in water flowin with blood
The pastor stands on his pulpit while preachin of Hell
On the hilltop church with demons ringing the bell
They toll twice for the missing and the recently departed
In the pews the congregation sits a 100 days rotted
Suffering is all around us, stench of death in the air
Nobody seems to notice or nobody seems to care
Its just an everyday life and a normal routine
People walkin' right by but never notice the screams
A backwards philosophy passed down through the ages
Generation of murder written down in these pages
Of a book overlooked and forgotten in history
A place where the secret is surrounded by mystery
[Chorus]
I can hear the screaming in the forest at night
They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind
I can hear the screaming through the forest at night
They pray with snakes and they poisons my mind
Was it a curse or a sickness that raced in the minds
Of these sac-religious hillbillies raised with the swine
No remorse in the souls and their heart's pitched black
Thirsty for the blood hound murdered contact
Feasting on the brain of the ones they call sinners'
Cousin Cletus in the kitchen carving torsos for dinner
In the barn, on the meat-hooks, bodies are hanging
In the cellar by a chain more bodies are swingin'
And in the field like a scene from an old parkin lot
Abandoned for so many years, cars left to rot
And buried in the garden in a hole dug deep
All the bones and the belongings all piled in a heap
Ungodly sounds of torture echo through the trees
The screams of suffering still blowin in the breeze
Not on any map, undiscovered, never surveyed
Secrets of a small town kept locked away
@0bsidianAngel
I went to my first ICP concert a few days ago, with Bondox and Big Hoodoo as guests. Fucking magnificent.. This is amazing when performed live.
@yungcrowley6415
Whoop whoop
@woppox6677
The good days before it went to shii but much love to all the real juggalos holding it down I got my big hoodoo crystal skull CD signed by bro he's a cool mf
@TuRtLeWhOoPwHoOp
I love this song I make sure I hear it at least once every day I am a juggalette and I live in Ravensdale on a farm with cows chickens and a horse. Boondox is my hero!
@lisathompson2894
my ex introduced me to this band and this was my favorite song from the very beginning. Used to have him play it on repeat :)
@dannybrown8149
Whoop whoop.
@brandif30
Love this song! Much love and respect!
@glorytogodskingdom7752
2020 still one of my favorites. Woop woop!
@smt319
Hello
@realmostasteless
Cant wait for that new Boondox album later this year.