Seven lyrics

Song information

Artist: Boondox
Album: The Harvest

Lyrics

[Children vioce]
A tisket, a tasket
The skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes

[Boondox]
A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods
Muthafucker born inside a toolshead
Momma never loved me, never paid me no attention
Daddy was a rapist 30 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 wong with my dome
They should have put me in a tomb I didnt ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now I walk with a sythe and a murderous ability
A corn fed mutherfucker filled with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine
100 dated of proof wine made from a muskadine
Out in these cornfields
Learning all these wicked skills
Swingin, slicing, choppin, dicing
Country boy born to kill

[Chorus 2x]
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

[Verse 2:]
Dont get lost in the woods
In your black expidition
On the dark dirt roads
So suspecious
Just trees and ditches
Headlights flicker and its got you turning switches
Now u so damn scarred u bout to shit in you britches
You can't think straight all you hear is heavy breathing
Are your eyes just deceving what it is that your seeing
When I pull up in that eight four
Pristol in the floorboard
Blast out ya back glass
Got you screaming "no no"
You fitting to know the reason and you 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 alone
Tell me snatch this bitch up by her hair and drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pickup truck
Cant wait to get her home and hold her, bleed her, then chop her up

Chorus

[Boondox]
A tisket, a tasket
The skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes

[Children again - repeat until song over]
A tisket, a tasket
The skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes