Seven [remix] Lyrics - Punkinhed - Boondox

A tisket, a tasket 

The Skarecrows out his casket 

Turn off the lights and lock the door 

Prayin' that he passes 

A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods 

Muthafucker born inside a tool shed 

Momma never loved me never gave me no attention 

Daddy was a rapist thirty 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 wrong with my dome 

Should have put me in a tomb I didn't 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 

I'm cough and mutherfucker feel with hostility 

Cracked out and I'm gone off that moon shine 

Hundred dated of proof why I'm made from a muskadine 

Out in these cornfields 

Learning all these wicked skills 

Swingin', slicing, choppin', dicing 

Country boy born to kill 

[Chorus: x2] 

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 

Don't get lost in the woods 

In yo black expedition 

On the dark dirt roads 

So suspicious 

Just though some ditches 

Headlights 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 deceiving 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 

Can't wait to get her home and hold her, bleed her, then chop her up 

[Chorus] 

A tisket, a tasket 

The Skarecrows out his casket 

Turn off the lights and lock the door 

Prayin' that he passes 

A tisket, a tasket 

The Skarecrows out his casket 

Turn off the lights and lock the door 

Prayin' that he passes