[children voice]
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A tisket, A tasket
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The Skarecrows out his casket
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Turn off the lights and lock the door
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Prayin' that he passes
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[Boondox]
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A vision of the dead in the Inbread im Backwoods
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Motherfucker born inside a toolshead
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Momma never loved me never gave me no attention
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Daddy was a rapist 30 years up state Fulton County Prison
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And I was raised by my own will
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Surviving off of scrapes of bones, bear traps, and road kill
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Spending my days and my nights all alone
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And my mind is gone, there is something wrong with my dome
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Should have put me in a tomb I didn't ask for this life
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When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
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Now I walk with a sight and a murderous ability
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I'm a Corn-fed motherfucker filled with hostility
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Cracked out and I'm gone off that moon shine
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A 180 proof win made from a muskadine
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Out in these cornfields
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Learning all these wicked skills
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Swinging, slicing, chopping, dicing
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Country boy born to kill
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[Chorus 2x]
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A demon spawn
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The child of a bastard son
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Seven born of seven and the
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Seventh child fathered one
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A soul black full of pain
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Bodies in the field
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Blood pourin' like rain
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[Verse 2:]
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Don't get lost in the woods
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In yo black expedition
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On the dark dirt roads
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So suspicious
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Just Trees and Ditches
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Headlights flicker and its got you turning switches
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Now you so damn scarred you bout to shit in yo britches
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You cant think straight all you hear is heavy breathing
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All your eyes just deceiving what it is that you seeing
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When I pull up on the '84
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Pristol in their floorboard
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Blast out ya back glass
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Got you screaming"No No"
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You fixing to know the reason and you about to find out
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What it is to suffer with a rusty blade in your mouth
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No where to run
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No where to hide
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Being stalked by the Skarecrow
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The bloodline of Malaki
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I hear these voices talking they wont leave me alone
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Tell me snatch this bitch up by her hair and drag her home
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Over my shoulder in the back of a pick up truck
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Cant wait to get her home and hold her, bleed her, then chop her up
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[Chorus]
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[Boondox]
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A tisket, A tasket
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The Skarecrows out his casket
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Turn off the lights and lock the door
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Prayin' that he passes
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[Children again - repeat until song over]
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A tisket, A tasket
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The Skarecrows out his casket
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Turn off the lights and lock the door
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Prayin' that he passes
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Seven
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| Boondox |
