[Children voice:]  A tisket, A tasket   The Skarecrows out his casket   Turn off the lights and lock the door   Prayin' that he passes     [Boondox]  A vision of the dead in the embread backwoods   Muthaf**ker 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 scrapes 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   Im cough and mutherfucker feel with hostility   Cracked out and im gone off that moon shine   100 dated of proof why im made from a muskadine   Out in these cornfields   Learning all these wicked skills   Swingin, slicing, choppin, dicing   Country boy born to kill     [Chorus 2x]  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:]  Dont get lost in the woods  In yo black expidition   On the dark dirt roads   So suspecious   Just though some ditches   Hedlights flicker and its got u turning switches   Now u so damn scarred u bout to shit in yo brentches   You cant think straight all u hear is heavy breathing   All your eyes just deceving what it is that u seeing   When i pull up on the ankle   Pristol in ther floorboard   Blast out ya back glass   Got u screamin"No No"   You fixing to know the reason and u 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 Skarecrow   The bloodline of Malaki   I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me along   Tell me snatch this bitch 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