Seven

[childrens voice:]
A Tisket, A tasket,
The Scarecrows out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door
Prayin that he passes

[Verse 1:]
A vision of the dead, and the inbred
A backwoods mother fucker 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
Survivin' off of scraps of bones, bear traps, and roadkill
Spendin my days and my nights all alone,
And my mind is gone, is something wrong with my dome
They shoulda put me in a tomb, I didn't ask for this life,
When they cut me out the womb wit a dull pocketknife,
Now I walk with a scythe and a murderous ability,
A cornfed mutha fucka filled with hostility,
Cracked out, now I'm gone off that moonshine,
100 dated proof wine made from a muscadine,
Out in these cornfields learnin all these wicked skills,
Swingin, Slicin, Chopin, Dicin, A 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.

[Verse 2:]
Don't get lost in the woods
in yo black expedition, on a dark dirt road,
so suspicious, just cruisin ditches,
Headlights flicker, and it's gotcha turnin' switches,
Now your so damn scared, you 'bout to shit in your britches,
You can't think straight, all you hear is heavy breathin'
Are your eyes just deceivin' what it is that you seein'
When I pull up in the 8-4, pistol in the floorboard
Blast outcha back glass, gotcha screamin' NO NO
You fidnta know the reason, and you 'bout to find out,
What it is to suffer wit a rusty blade in your mouth,
No where to run, No where to hide,
Being stalked by the scarecrow,
The bloodline of Malaki,
I hear these 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 pick-up truck,
Can't wait to get her home and hold her bleed her then chop her up

[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.

A Tisket, A tasket,
The Scarecrows out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door
Prayin that he passes

[Outro: repeat until fade out]
[childrens voice:]
A Tisket, A tasket,
The Scarecrows out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the door
Prayin that he passes

[Under lay]
[Repeat until fade out]
Pain,
And then the seventh child fathered one