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Devil's Night lyrics - Boondox

The blackest eyes

The Devil's eyes

The blackest eyes

The Devil's eyes

Load up the Chevy with a couple goons inside, it's time to ride

These bitches ain't ready for the surprise we got tonight inside

Four five in the glove box, thirty Oxys, Glock, 40, and a crucifix

MP by the front seat, AK, [?] sawed-off [?] thirty-six

We 'bout that murder bloody murder style on Devil's Night

On into Halloween about to take the Devil's right

This ain't no trick or treat, it's grave encounters in the streets

The purge is on to reapin' resurrected by this beat

All hail to Devil's night, the blood is spilling

On every Halloween, a time for killing

I am the boogie man, I am the boogie man

I am the boogie man, a sucker motherfucker heavily strapped

With thirteen [?] machete, six knives, and a baseball bat

My mind's so sinister with a sixth sense of things that make you scream

Call up your minister, ask can he do an exorcism on a M16

Drive by your house and ask [?] knock on your door

You let the right one in if death is what you was lookin' for

[?] on the VHS and press record

You found twenty-eight days no pulse in the dark by the neighbors next door

All hail to Devil's night, the blood is spilling

On every Halloween, a time for killing

Have eternity to know your flesh

There will be blood

She just goes a little mad sometimes

We all go a little mad sometimes

There will be blood

All hail to Devil's night, the blood is spilling

On every Halloween, a time for killing

All hail to Devil's night, the blood is spilling

On every Halloween, a time for killing

All hail to Devil's night, the blood is spilling (There will be blood)

On every Halloween, a time for killing (There will be blood)

All hail to Devil's night, the blood is spilling (There will be blood)

On every Halloween, a time for killing (There will be blood)

Happy, happy Halloween

Halloween, Halloween

Happy, happy Halloween

Lick my fat cock

Infectshun lyrics - Boondox (feat. Violent J)

[Boondox:]

I see a lot of these rappers with they nose up in the air

And they act like they don't know me like they all unaware

Stuck on motherfuckers in a clique, oh y’all the cool kids

Body breaks together like some bitches, y'all some bullshit

Too scared to live the life you write, you fight with dick pens

I'll snatch your notebook and your life now who you think wins?

Oh you got nuts behind annoying and you dissecting me

Step up out the fucking booth bitch, vasectomy

Pistol-whip your throat and mid-verse you wanna stack it up

Got some clever lines but you too pussy bitch won’t back it up

Spitting cause you aced the English, graduation hands shake

But you better keep it real so fuck you and yo fanbase

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

[Violent J:]

I put on paint so you refuse to take me serious

I got a question for you, answer cause I'm curious

How you gon' discount me when the shit you spit is all fiction?

How you roll and what you say has always been a contradiction

Two-faced motherfucker, eat the barrel, swallow five clips

Rap about a fake addiction, here swallow five scripts

Nothing wrong with happy home but saying yours was broken

Just to make your rhymes seem harder fool you must be joking

I guess you fake it till you make it then you make up bigger lies

I'd like to point the nine at you, squeeze it till the trigger dies

Kill you and that big-ass ego something real split about

One more year and your career nobody give a shit about

[Boondox:]

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

Too many of us put ours lives and our heart in this

A clever metaphor and punchline was your part in this

I ain't trying to hate, that's just life, please shout it out

But please keep your hands off of shit that you don't know about

It drives me insane when fools talk about being broke and drove to school in business

That's the ones I really wanna choke

You can stretch the truth, shit I do it all the time

But honesty’s in every song and blood in every rhyme

I make my living spitting, I don’t rap my kids don't eat

Your record fails to sell more money thrown at your feet

The game is just an outlet for the broke, you try to heal yourself

Take this shit for granted, mine as well go and kill yourself

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

[Michelle Bruce:]

The game is infected with sludge, so many phony fuckers

So far from the truth

If I fall over the edge, everybody suffers

My promise to you

Pitchforks lyrics - Boondox (feat. Skribbal)

Welcome to the south

You got a pretty mouth

And if it make sound and I'll take ya tongue rip it out

And please excuse tha mess

I wasn't expecting guest

But since ya here we might as well just try and make tha best

Why ya out here all alone

On ya own so far from home

And who thinkin bout callin stop with the squallin

And give me that fuckin phone

Ain't nobody gone hear you scream

And hell naw this ain't no dream

You dancing with devil now

And some things is about to get extreme

Ya seem a little tense and once again excuse my manners

It must be little of stressful me here standin with a hammer

But I promise it don't matter

I got something else in mind

And even though I love the splatter

I think I'm gone take my time

She my baby, my darlin'

She harvest the garden

She precious like death is

She thirsty, that bitch starvin'

All we do is sit around soakin' in the blood

It's a flood, soak it up

I'm in love with my pitchfork

She my baby, my darlin'

She harvest the garden

She precious like death is

She thirsty, that bitch starvin'

All we do is sit around soakin' in the blood

It's a flood, soak it up

I'm in love with my pitchfork

My girl is starvin

Yeah I call her Clementine

And oh my darlin

I think that you gone like this friend of mine

She all about tha lovin

And her kiss is soft

But if ya keep on strugglin bitch

Then I promise you gone piss her off

Isn't she lovely

Just beautiful from head to toe

Not very cuddly but when she grab

You ain't no lettin go

And she just let me know she ready to play

So I'll undo this rope

And then bitch you need to run away

I'm playin we ain't chasin but ya should'a seen ya face

I think it's time to feed her cravin she been waitin for a taste

When she enter you I promise you ain't ever felt this way

She my pitchfork your goddess predator and you tha pray

She my baby, my darlin'

She harvest the garden

She precious like death is

She thirsty, that bitch starvin'

All we do is sit around soakin' in the blood

It's a flood, soak it up

I'm in love with my pitchfork

She my baby, my darlin'

She harvest the garden

She precious like death is

She thirsty, that bitch starvin'

All we do is sit around soakin' in the blood

It's a flood, soak it up

I'm in love with my pitchfork

Psycho Symphony (Remix) lyrics - Boondox (feat. Syn, Bukshot)

[Boondox:]

Fall asleep and dreamin' red is all I see anymore

And no I do not fear the devil cause I've seen him before

My eyes are closed they're open wide, the scenery never change

Only the players in the game, but all the rest stay the same

Is this reality I'm livin' in or pinnace for pricing

I'm feelin' sorry for myself, please take out a violin

And play a symphony the soundtrack of a lunatic

I'm either illuminated or finally loosin' it

I walk a thin line between myself and somebody else

And I cannot decipher between I'm living in fuckin' hell

Or dying on earth, my whole world is a crying shame

Nothing's what it seems just like some shit out the crying game

I'm sick and afflicted and feeling somewhat vindictive

I'd put a bullet in my brain, but even that seems conflicted

Where would I end up or would it just start all over?

Give me the horns of Lucifer or the wings of Jehovah

[Syn:]

All this violence in your head seen

Flowing through your veins like a symphony

And it's a psychopathic melody

Sit in silence still your head screams

Playing through your veins like a symphony

And it's a psychopathic melody

It's a psychopathic melody

It's a psychopathic melody

[Boondox:]

Is my reality a figment of my imagination?

Everything that I see, somehow it's all my creation

Or am I just as disturbed as some fuckers locked in the padded cell?

Doped up on anti-psychotics, livin' in hell

Can't remember my birth, no recollection of death

And would it all go away? No longer taking a breath

And would it all go away? If I started blastin' at bastards

Startin' killing everybody, I'm a virus or cancer

Am I the reason for bleeding the reason families are grieving?

The reason for seasons like I'm the reason for heathens

Or am I just a human being who is only being human?

With more questions and answers like what the hell am I doing?

Why do I sit, I'm obsessed on this shit just fill me with Zolapine

Let me drool in the corner, just shoot me up full of dopamine

I just wanna drift away y'all call my dearly departed

But with my luck that's how this whole situation got started

[Syn:]

All this violence in your head seen

Flowing through your veins like a symphony

And it's a psychopathic melody

Sit in silence still your head screams

Playing through your veins like a symphony

And it's a psychopathic melody

It's a psychopathic melody

It's a psychopathic melody

[Bukshot:]

Shipwreck, Gilligan

I think I lost the will to win

Cause death has payed another visit, I've just lost some friends

Before the reaper leaves, he looks at me, cracks a grin

Got the feeling 'fore we done I'll see his ass again

This ain't a game, put it on my soul that's from the South

And dead homies with they bullet holes up in they mouth

Looking in the mirror, trying to see what I'm about

Don't understand why I'm shaking cause I made this route

Reflection of the devil, sand up in the hourglass

Count to ten, who I'm fooling cause an hour's passed

Ego's bulletproof so fuck it if these cowards blast

Stand and fight until the end or till my powers last

Thoughts are flying faster than some Maserati tags

Round the corner, listen, now they zipping bodybags

Sense of humor's all I got I'll make a monster laugh

Keep pushing buttons and I'm pulling out the hockey mask

[Syn:]

All this violence in your head seen

Flowing through your veins like a symphony

And it's a psychopathic melody

Sit in silence still your head screams

Playing through your veins like a symphony

And it's a psychopathic melody

It's a psychopathic melody

It's a psychopathic melody

This won't go away until your dying day

And you will suffer in your own way (your own way)

And in the end there'll be hell to pay (hell to pay)

At the gates they'd say "go away, go away, go away..."

All this violence in your head seen

Flowing through your veins like a symphony

And it's a psychopathic melody

Sit in silence still your head screams

Playing through your veins like a symphony

And it's a psychopathic melody

It's a psychopathic melody

It's a psychopathic melody

The Holiday Glow lyrics - Twiztid, Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Boondox

[Monoxide:]

We can do whatever's necessary just so we can celebrate no matter our monetary situation

All my problems feeling secondary, got a lot of shit to carry

Pockets slow with cash, flow intimidation

I remember when we got wick, government cheese and powder milk drank until we got sick

Coupons and food stamps really sucked but it put presents under the tree and the choice cut's on the plate

Mama cooked me and daddy a steak and for dessert a piece of cheese as birthday cake, Lord we was living

Seeing how we ain't get much for Thanksgiving, keeping it pushing was the mission

Hey, Santa brought me shit I probably didn't even deserve

I couldn't wait to kick the people said he was fake to the curb

Years later celebrating with a drink and some herb

Reminiscing on the holidays and feeling superb

[Jamie Madrox:]

Lost in the holiday glow

A million miles away from all the problems don't you know

The monetary solitude in the North Pole

I've been blowing up another one and blowing out smoke

Let the memories flow like snow

Lights, easy lights, Sunday with the cruise control

Life's not so bad when you let it go

Tomorrow is another day, I'ma have to let you know

[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]

I remember sledding on Deadmans Hill getting chills

Make you shiver, turn late, take a dip in the Clinton River

Doing donuts with my big bro on the road

Iced over covered in a blanket of snow while we laughing

Real spinning, snow spitting from the car

Snow wars put boards in the front yard

Seems like them days'll never end 'til they gone and you wishing you had 'em back again

[Boondox:]

Fake snow on the tree cause there was none on the ground

Had no chimney for the Santa Claus to come sliding down

And nah, they ain't even bother with the wrapping of the gifts

But we was happy for the presents so we didn't give a shit

No hit from the belt, I felt like nothing was wrong

The only time I recollect that everybody got along

New year on the way had me hoping for the best

So I remember that day much better than the rest

[Jamie Madrox:]

Lost in the holiday glow

A million miles away from all the problems don't you know

The monetary solitude in the North Pole

I've been blowing up another one and blowing out smoke

Let the memories flow like snow

Lights, easy lights, Sunday with the cruise control

Life's not so bad when you let it go

Tomorrow is another day, I'ma have to let you know

A ho, ho, ho is what it felt like

Cause I was broke as a joke with no male right

And it was Christmas time it didn't feel right

Pockets broke and busted like a tail light

Gotta do something to change up the function

And all of a sudden the perfect combustion

Get to robbing and stealing the wheeling and dealing with all that I'm feeling I'm reeling in sorrow

No hope for tomorrow, we're legally balling

Was how I got to get me a swallow

I wouldn't follow being broke like a bottle

But no matter the road went, oh shit the police coming

I got to go quick, running like noses, I'm surrounding it's so thick

I heard the sound of the gun click, on your fucking knees to bring the cuffs and they come get

A bad predicament that I'm stuck with

Just another criminal on Christmas getting caught doing dumb shit

Lost in the holiday glow

A million miles away from all the problems don't you know

The monetary solitude in the North Pole

I've been blowing up another one and blowing out smoke

Let the memories flow like snow

Lights, easy lights, Sunday with the cruise control

Life's not so bad when you let it go

Tomorrow is another day, I'ma have to let you know

Lost in the holiday glow

A million miles away from all the problems don't you know

The monetary solitude in the North Pole

I've been blowing up another one and blowing out smoke

Let the memories flow like snow

Lights, easy lights, Sunday with the cruise control

Life's not so bad when you let it go

Tomorrow is another day, I'ma have to let you know

The Last Song Heard lyrics - Boondox

Book of the Wicked 2!

DJ Clay!

If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder

Right before the gun cock and let it burn up

Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain

If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder

Right before the gun cock and let it burn up

Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain

If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

Pitch black, the darkness falls

Nothin' left to say when the curtain calls

Close your eyes and let's begin

Death steady knockin', better let him in

All around a bloody mess

Squirt from the veins while you confess

It's too late for your regret

Pupils dilate, take your last breath

Bass fills the room from a tomb

And your heart is beatin' faster than the rhythm from a hi-hat

Fate lacerates, the incision

To the song of reminiscing 'bout a time you wanna buy back

Reach for the wall, then you fall onto your knees while the strings and the keys slowly fade in

Prayin' for air, but it ain't there

With precision, a collision 'til your spirit fade in

If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder

Right before the gun cock and let it burn up

Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain

If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder

Right before the gun cock and let it burn up

Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain

If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

(I'ma kill 'em to the rhythm) Press salvation to the temple, then I cock it back

(It'll split 'em when I hit 'em) No more memories, blastin', fade to black

(Is it suicide or murder?) Everybody's dyin' in this motherfuckin' termination

(It was the last song you heard-a) Before the [*gunshot*] bye-bye, now turn the station!

Blood in your mouth, smoke comin' out your ears and your tears for fears, that was your last song

You try to breathe, but then you bleed, arteries get pinched and squeezed, you try to hold on

Last thing you heard before your vision blurred, a dedication and then the music played

This goes out to the motherfuckers layin' on the carpet with their soul filleted

If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder

Right before the gun cock and let it burn up

Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain

If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder

Right before the gun cock and let it burn up

Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain

If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder

Right before the gun cock and let it burn up

Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain

If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder

Right before the gun cock and let it burn up

Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain

If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

Twenty-Seven lyrics - Boondox

Why I'm not afraid to die

Then life forever, die

On broken wings into the darkness, I will never

Fade away, I'd rather burn out

Don't wanna know how it's all gonna turn out

So, shout

I ain't gonna live forever

Shout

I don't wanna live forever

I might swallow bleach and break in to Kobain's house

A barrel in my mouth and blow my motherfucking brains out

Or maybe I'll just O.D on J.D and codeine, real rock star shit

Alcoholic dope fiend chasin' that dream

And reachin' for the brass ring, I'll open up a vein and find fame everlasting

Bitch, you wanna burn up, 'cus I ain't got no plan B

Never plan to fade away so say "God Damn, Me"

And hand me the liquor

I'll load a 12 gauge and we can get it done quicker

I signed on the line with my finger on the trigger

I know how it [?], nah, I ain't bitter

Just a little sicker

Why I'm not afraid to die

Then life forever, die

On broken wings into the darkness, I will never

Fade away, I'd rather burn out

Don't wanna know how it's all gonna turn out

So, shout

I ain't gonna live forever

Shout

I don't wanna live forever

Pull an Amy Winehouse, soaked on wine now

Drink until I find out what it is [?]

Join the twenty-seven up in heaven

Snorting lines of off titties, sippin' Jim Beam and sing [?]

Still, I blackout wavin' to the Devil with a smile

Lift a bottle at his feet, 'cause he's been waiting for a while

I can't wait for the chance to play my part in this game

To leave my mark on this world, with a song and a bloodstain

Lately, I've been feelin' something creeping up all of a sudden

Maybe it's the Reaper coming

I say "Bring it, Motherfucker"

Why I'm not afraid to die

Then life forever, die

On broken wings into the darkness, I will never

Fade away, I'd rather burn out

Don't wanna know how it's all gonna turn out

So, shout

I ain't gonna live forever

Shout

I don't wanna live forever

I wanna burn out like a Mustang

Or an old-ass dope fiend

Don't wanna live forever

Gonna crash on, that's what I'm hoping

I sold my soul so not to be old and be forgotten

One hand on the bottle, the other on the trigger

Let's get this fucker poppin'

Why I'm not afraid to die

Then life forever, die

On broken wings into the darkness, I will never

Fade away, I'd rather burn out

Don't wanna know how it's all gonna turn out

So, shout

I ain't gonna live forever

Shout

I don't wanna live forever