paroles de chanson Seven (Remix) - Boondox
(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
inbred
backwoods
Muthaf**ker
born
inside
a
toolshead
Momma
never
loved
me
never
gave
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
scraps
of
bones,
bear
traps,
and
road
kill
Spending
my
days
and
my
nights
all
alone
And
my
mind
is
gone,
there's
something
wrong
with
my
dome
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
sight
and
a
murderous
ability
A
cornfed
mutherf**ker
filled
with
hostility
Cracked
out
and
im
gone
off
that
moon
shine
100
dated
of
proof
why
im
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
yo
black
expidition
On
the
dark
dirt
roads
So
suspecious
Just
though
some
ditches
Hedlights
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
deceving
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
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
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