Seven-Boondox (David Hutto)

[ti:Seven] [ar:Boondox (David Hutto)] [al:The Harvest] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Seven - Boondox (David Hutto) [00:00.15]A ticket a tasket [00:03.07]The scarecrows out his casket [00:05.93]Turn off the lights and lock the door [00:09.29]Praying that he passes [00:12.17]A vision of the dead in the inbred backwoods [00:15.09]Muthaf**ker born inside a toolshead [00:17.31]Momma never loved me never gave me no attention [00:20.10]Daddy was a rapist 30 years up state Fulton county prison [00:23.89]And I was raised by my own will [00:26.32]Surviving off of scraps of bones bear traps and road kill [00:29.97]Spending my days and my nights all alone [00:32.34]And my mind is gone there's something wrong with my dome [00:35.08]Should have put me in a tomb I didn't ask for this life [00:38.03]When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife [00:41.04]Now I walk with a sight and a murderous ability [00:44.10]A corn fed mutherf**ker filled with hostility [00:46.89] [00:47.50]Cracked out and I'm gone off that moon shine [00:50.19]100 dated of proof why I'm made from a muskadine [00:53.17]Out in these cornfields [00:54.40]Learning all these wicked skills [00:56.02]Swinging slicing chopping dicing [00:57.49]Country boy born to kill [00:59.20]A demon spawn [01:00.45]The child of a bastard son [01:01.88]Seven born of seven and the [01:03.37]Seventh child fathered one [01:05.01]A soul black full of pain [01:07.18] [01:07.78]Bodies in the field [01:08.46] [01:09.20]Blood pouring like rain [01:10.92]A demon spawn [01:12.09]The child of a bastard son [01:13.59]Seven born of seven and the [01:15.08]Seventh child fathered one [01:16.73]A soul black full of pain [01:18.74] [01:19.69]Bodies in the field [01:20.97]Blood pouring like rain [01:22.05]Don't get lost in the woods [01:23.49]In yo black expedition [01:24.99]On the dark dirt roads [01:26.41]So suspicious [01:27.40]Just though some ditches [01:28.64]Headlights flicker and its got u turning switches [01:30.93]Now u so damn scarred u bout to sh*t in yo breaches [01:34.00]You can't think straight all u hear is heavy breathing [01:36.73]All your eyes just deceiving what it is that u seeing [01:39.70]When I pull up on the ankle [01:41.43]Pistol in their floorboard [01:42.91]Blast out ya back glass [01:44.39]Got you screaming no no [01:46.08]You fixing to know the reason and u about to find out [01:48.76]What it is to suffer with a rusty blade in your mouth [01:51.65]No where to run [01:53.10]No where to hide [01:54.22]Being stalked by the scarecrow [01:55.93]The bloodline of malarial [01:57.21] [01:57.73]I hear these voices talking they won't leave me along [02:00.45]Tell me snatch this b**ch up by her hair and drag her home [02:03.34]Over my shoulder in the back of a pick up truck [02:06.18]Can't wait to get her home and hold her bleed her then chop her up [02:09.33]A demon spawn [02:10.77]The child of a bastard son [02:12.12]Seven born of seven and the [02:13.43]Seventh child fathered one [02:15.06]A soul black full of pain [02:17.17] [02:18.07]Bodies in the field [02:19.35]Blood pouring like rain [02:21.00]A demon spawn [02:22.42]The child of a bastard son [02:23.80]Seven born of seven and the [02:25.25]Seventh child fathered one [02:26.78]A soul black full of pain [02:28.79] [02:29.54]Bodies in the field [02:30.91]Blood pouring like rain [02:32.50]A ticket a tasket [02:35.26]The scarecrows out his casket [02:38.10]Turn off the lights and lock the door [02:41.38]Praying that he passes [02:44.24]A ticket a tasket [02:46.88]The scarecrows out his casket [02:49.81]Turn off the lights and lock the door [02:53.07]Praying that he passes [02:55.64]A ticket a tasket [02:58.58]The scarecrows out his casket [03:01.51]Turn off the lights and lock the door [03:04.79]Praying that he passes [03:07.34]A ticket a tasket [03:10.18]The scarecrows out his casket [03:13.19]Turn off the lights and lock the door [03:16.50]Praying that he passes [03:19.03]A ticket a tasket [03:21.98]The scarecrows out his casket [03:24.91]Turn off the lights and lock the door [03:28.25]Praying that he passes