Seven (remix)

Seven (remix) Lyrics

[Children voice:]
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
Muthaf**ker born inside a toolshed
Momma never loved me never payed 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 scr*ps of bones, bear traps, and road kill
Spending my days and my nights all alone
And my mind is gone there's something wong 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 scythe and a murderous ability
A corn fed mutherf**ker filled with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moon shine
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:]
Don't get lost in the woods
In yo black expidition
On the dark dirt roads
So suspecious
Just though some ditches
Hedlights flicker and it's got u turning switches
Now u so damn scared u bout to sh*t in yo britches
You can't 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
Pistol 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 Malakai
I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me along
Tell me snatch this b**ch 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]

[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