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children vioce]
A tisket, A tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes

[Boondox]
A vision of the dead and the inbred
A backwoods ******** born inside a toolshead
Momma never loved me never gave me no attention
Daddy was a rapist 30 years up state Fulton County Prison
And I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones, bear traps, and road kill
Spending my days and my nights all alone
And my mind is gone is something wong with my dome
Should have put me in a tomb I didnt 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
Cornfed ******** feared with hostility
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine
100 dated proof wine made from a muskadine
Out in these cornfields
Learning all these wicked skills
Swingin, slicing, chopping, dicing
Country boy born to kill

[Chorus 2x]
A demon spawn
The child of a b*****d 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 your black Expidition
On the dark dirt roads
So suspecious
Just trees and ditches
Headlights flicker and it's got you turning switches
Now you're so damn scared you're bout to s**t 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 floorboard
Blast out your backglass
Got you screamin Oh no
You're fixing to know the reason and you're about to find out
What it is to suffer with a rusty blade in your mouth
No where to run, no where to hide
Being stalked by the Scarecrow
The bloodline of Malachai
I hear these voices talkin, they wont leave me along
Tell me snatch this b***h up by her hair and drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pick up truck
Cant wait to get her home and hold her, bleed her, then chop her up

[Chorus]

[Boondox]
A tisket, A tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes

[Children again - repeat until song over]
A tisket, A tasket
The Skarecrows out his casket
Turn off the lights and lock the door
Prayin' that he passes