Seven

A tiskit a taskit The scarecrows out his casket Turn out the lites and lock the doors Prayin that he passes A vision of the dead and the inbread of the backwoods Muthafucka born inside a tool shed Momma never loved me never paid me no attention Daddy was a rapist 30 years upstate in Fulton County Prison And I was raised by my own will Survivin offa scraps and bones Bear traps and road kill Spendin my days and my nites all alone N my mind is gone there sumthin wrong wit my dome They shoulda put me in that tomb I didnt 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 muthafucka filled with hostility Cracked out and im gone off the moonshine A hundred eighty proof wine made from that muska dyin Out in these corn fields learnin all these wicked skills Swingin slicin choppin dicin Country boy born to kill A demon spawn, the child of a bastard son Seven born to seven and the seventh child fathered one A soul black, full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pourin like rain A demon spawn, the child of a bastard son Seven born to seven and the seventh child fathered one A soul black, full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pourin like rain Dont get lost in the woods in your black expedition On a dark dirt road so suspicious just trees and ditches Headlights flicker and it's got you turnin switches Now you so damn scared you bout to shit in your britches You cant think straight all you hear is heavy breathin Are your eyes just deceivin wut it is that you seein When i pull up the eight four pistol in the floorboard Blast out your back glass got you screamin oh no You finna know the reason adn you bout to find out Wut it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth Nowhere to run nowhere to hide Bein stalked by the scarecrow the blood line of Malakai I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me alone Tell me snatch up this bitch by her hair and drag her home Over my shoulder in the back of a pickup truck Cant wait to get her home and hold her bleed her then chop her up A demon spawn, the child of a bastard son Seven born to seven and the seventh child fathered one A soul black, full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pourin like rain A demon spawn, the child of a bastard son Seven born to seven and the seventh child fathered one A soul black, full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pourin like rain A tiskit a taskit The scarecrows out his casket Turn out the lites and lock the doors Prayin that he passes A tiskit a taskit The scarecrows out his casket Turn out the lites and lock the doors Prayin that he passes A tiskit a taskit The scarecrows out his casket Turn out the lites and lock the doors Prayin that he passes A tiskit a taskit The scarecrows out his casket Turn out the lites and lock the doors Prayin that he passes A tiskit a taskit The scarecrows out his casket Turn out the lites and lock the doors Prayin that he passes