Seven

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 Inbread im 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 scrapes of bones, bear traps, and road kill

Spending my days and my nights all alone

And my mind is gone, there 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 a Corn-fed motherfucker filled with hostility

Cracked out and I'm gone off that moon shine

A 180 proof win made from a muskadine

Out in these cornfields

Learning all these wicked skills

Swinging, slicing, chopping, dicing

Country boy born to kill

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

(2x)

Don't get lost in the woods

In yo black expedition

On the dark dirt roads

So suspicious

Just Trees and Ditches

Headlights flicker and its got you turning switches

Now you so damn scarred you bout to shit in yo britches

You cant think straight all you hear is heavy breathing

All your eyes just deceiving what it is that you seeing

When I pull up on the '84

Pristol in their floorboard

Blast out ya back glass

Got you screaming"No No"

You fixing to know the reason and you 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 talking they wont leave me alone

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

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

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