The tears get untasky, the scarecrow's out his gasket
Turn out the lights and lock the door, prayin' that he passes
A vision of the dead in the inbred of backwoods
m****r f****r born inside a tool shed
Mama never loved me, never paid me no attention
Daddy was a rapist, 30 years upstate, Fulton County Prison
And I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones, bad traps, and roadkill
Spending my days and my nights all alone
And my mind is gone, there's something wrong with my daughter
They should've 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
A corn -fed motherfucker filled with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine
A hundred -day -to -proof wine made from a musk of dime
Out in these cornfields, learning all these weakest skills
Swinging, slicing, chopping, dicing, country boy born to kill
A demon spawned, 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 pouring like rain
A demon spawned, 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 pouring like rain
Don't get lost in the woods in your black expedition
On the dark dirt road so suspicious
Just cruising ditches
Headlights flicker and it's got you turning switches
Now you're so damn scared you're about to shit in your britches
You can't think straight, all you hear is heavy breathing
All your eyes just deceiving what it is that you're seeing
When I pull up in the 8 -4, pistol in the flow boat
Blast out your back glass, got you screaming no, no
You're fitting to know the reason and you're about to find out
What it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Being stalked by the scarecrow, the bloodline of Malachi
I hear these voices talking, they won't leave me alone
Tell Ms. Nasty's bitch about 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 bleeder
Then chop her up, chop her up
A demon spawned, 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 pouring like rain
A demon spawned, 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 pouring like rain
A -tisket, a -tasket, the scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door, praying that he passes
A -tisket, a -tasket, the scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door, praying that he passes
A -tisket, a -tasket, the scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door, praying that he passes
A -tisket, a -tasket, the scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door, praying that he passes
A -tisket, a -tasket, the scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door, praying that he passes
