Seven

A tisket, a tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes
A vision of the dead and the inbred 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 scraps of bones, bear traps, and road kill
Spending my days and my nights all alone
And my mind is gone, there's 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 scythe and a murderous ability
A corn-fed mutherfucker filled with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moon shine
A hundred-eighty 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: 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 trees and ditches
Headlights flicker and its got u turning switches
Now u so damn scarred u bout to shit in yo britches
You cant think straight all u hear is heavy breathing
Are your eyes just deceiving what it is that u seeing
When I pull up in the eight-four
Pistol in the 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 Scarecrow
The bloodline of Malachi
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 Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes
A tisket, a tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes