The Harvest

Lyrics

[Intro: Otis] It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest It's the time of the harvest, your time It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest It's the time of the harvest, your time [Verse 1: Bonez Dubb & Otis] My ride broke down on a mountain of dust, I'm lost With nobody around I can't fuck with the cost Of the cell phone or tow truck or even the cops Nobody gonna find me until my cold heart stops I started walkin' and all of a sudden, the sky became rain Seen a house down the way, lookin' fuckin' insane With no windows or locks, so I stepped inside the room Anything can really happen, so I'm tryin' to leave soon And then I seen the blade, hangin' down from the wall There's no explanation for the crazy shit I saw It got me trippin' but I reached for the steel anyway That's all I can state because after that day They say too many people died at that main highway I guessed I murder 'em all when I'm possessed by the blade (Possessed by the blade!) So they lockin' my up for life and now I'm gone (Now I'm gone!) And the only thing on my mind is what I did wrong [Chorus: Otis, Boondox, & Bonez Dubb] It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest (When the sling blade works in ways, it's so wicked to y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time of the harvest, your time (In the field with cold chills, when blood spills is drippin', we all die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest (When the sling blade works in ways, it's so wicked to y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time of the harvest, your time (In the field with cold chills, when blood spills is drippin', we all die, die, die, die, die, die, die!) [Verse 2: Boondox] When I feel I got the urge to kill As if for real, I draw a blank and then I'm reachin' for steel The sharpest razor blades that made my first rate Hands of unbelievers full of murder and hate Used by many souls, many years on the crops Slicin' through dicin' though wheat and corn stalks But when I grab it, somethin' happens that hears all of my confessions Takin' control of my emotions like a demon possession No remorse in my heart for the things it made me do All the blood that was shed like it wasn't even true Wake up in cold sweat, sheets covered in red Then the flashbacks hit me of all the bodies we bled Was it true? Did I do all these things in my brain? Was the sling blade cursed or was I going insane? I ran out the front door and just looked all around A hundred headless corpses layin' all over the ground [Chorus: Otis, Boondox, & Bonez Dubb] It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest (When the sling blade works in ways, it's so wicked to y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time of the harvest, your time (In the field with cold chills, when blood spills is drippin', we all die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest (When the sling blade works in ways, it's so wicked to y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time of the harvest, your time (In the field with cold chills, when blood spills is drippin', we all die, die, die, die, die, die, die!) [Verse 3: Otis] I got it in my hands and a feelin' rush though Ain't nobody know what to do when my sling blade fucks you Cuts through with a one, two I drop poison on my airplane when I crop dust you See, I gotta put food on the table And give sacrifice to the gods that I pray to And that means that nothing can save you Apologize to Mother Earth for what the humans raped you I race through the fields and chase you With fast pace your back breaks when the sight takes you Then I drag you back by the hair to my shack Button up my coat and dissect your throat I cut out the flesh, the pieces are so big I put 'em through a shredder then I feed 'em to my pig And I know the job will move a little slow But the harvest is in and I'ma sweep what we sew [Chorus: Otis, Boondox, & Bonez Dubb] It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest (When the sling blade works in ways, it's so wicked to y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time of the harvest, your time (In the field with cold chills, when blood spills is drippin', we all die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest (When the sling blade works in ways, it's so wicked to y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die, die) It's the time of the harvest, your time (In the field with cold chills, when blood spills is drippin', we all die, die, die, die, die, die, die!) [Outro: Otis] It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest It's the time of the harvest, your time It's the time for the harvest, time of the harvest It's the time of the harvest, your time [Segue: Violent J] She's lickin' my balls (Lickin' balls) Behind the shed (Behind the shed) I skeet on her face (In her eye) And puke on her head (On her head) I'm drunk off that-