Seven

Lyrics

[Intro] A tisket, a tasket The scarecrow's out his casket Turn out the lights and lock the doors Prayin' that he passes [Verse 1] A vision of the dead and the inbred of the backwoods Motherfucker born inside a tool shed Momma never loved me, never paid me no attention Daddy was a rapist 30 years, up state Fulton County Prison And I was raised by my own will (Rain) Survivin' off of scraps and bones, bear traps and roadkill Spendin' my days and my nights all alone And my mind is gone, there's somethin' wrong with my dome They should've put me in the tomb, I didn't ask for this life When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocketknife (Rain) Now I walk with a scythe and a murderous ability A corn-fed motherfucker filled with hostility Cracked out and I'm gone off the moonshine 180 proof wine, made from a muscadine Out in these cornfields, learning all these wicked skills Swingin', slicin', choppin', dicin', country boy, born to kill [Chorus] A demon spawn, the child of a bastard son Seven born at 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 at seven and the seventh child fathered one A soul black, full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pourin' like rain [Verse 2] Don't 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're 'bout to shit in your britches (Rain) You can't think straight, all you hear is heavy breathin' Are your eyes deceivin' what it is that you seein'? When I pull up in the 84, pistol in the floorboard Blast out your back glass, got you screamin' "Oh No" You finna know the reason and you 'bout to find out What it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Bein' stalked by the scarecrow, the bloodline of Malakai I hear there voices talkin', they won't leave me alone Tell me snatch this bitch up by her hair and drag her home Over my shoulder in the back of a pickup truck Can't wait to get her home and hold her, bleed her, then chop her up (Chop her up) [Chorus] A demon spawn, the child of a bastard son Seven born at 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 at seven and the seventh child fathered one A soul black, full of pain Bodies in the field, blood pourin' like rain [Outro] A tisket, a tasket The scarecrow's out his casket Turn out the lights and lock the doors Prayin' that he passes A tisket, a tasket The scarecrow's out his casket Turn out the lights and lock the doors Prayin' that he passes A tisket, a tasket The scarecrow's out his casket Turn out the lights and lock the doors Prayin' that he passes (Seventh child fathered one) A tisket, a tasket (Pain) The scarecrow's out his casket (And then the seventh child fathered one) Turn out the lights and lock the doors (Pain) Prayin' that he passes (And then the seventh child fathered one) Prayin' that he passes (Seventh child fathered one) A tisket, a tasket (Pain) The scarecrow's out his casket (And then the seventh child fathered one) Turn out the lights and lock the doors (Pain) Prayin' that he passes (And then the seventh child fathered one)