[children vioce] A tisket, A tasket The Scarecrow's out his casket Turn off the lights and lock the door Prayin' that he passes [Boondox] A vision of the dead and the inbred A backwoods motherfucker 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 is something wong 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 Cornfed motherfucker feared with hostility Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine 100 dated proof wine made from a muskadine Out in these cornfields Learning all these wicked skills Swingin, slicing, chopping, 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:] Don't get lost in the woods In your black Expidition On the dark dirt roads So suspecious Just trees and ditches Headlights flicker and it's got you turning switches Now you're so damn scared you're bout to shit in your britches You can't think straight all you hear is heavy breathing All your eyes just deceiving what it is that you're seeing When i pull up in the 8-4 Pistol in the floorboard Blast out your backglass Got you screamin Oh no You're fixing to know the reason and you're 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 Scarecrow The bloodline of Malachai 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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com