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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

"South Of Hell" (2010)

Cold Day In Hell Lyrics - Boondox

I sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride
Sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride

I sold my soul to the Devil for this mic in my hand, but I ain't ever gonna sell out
A million dollars for my name to expand
Take all ya fans and ya brands
And you can go an get the hell out
We really livin in a fucked up time
So many fucked up minds inspire fucked up crimes
And they be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime
Too many coward motha fuckas livin life with no spine
We in a bind

I sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride
Sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride

My belly ache from these fake little snakes
Sho come and go as they please just to get what they need
They use our name just to get a little fame
Then it's out like a flame
I wanna make these fuckas bleed
Like some hooker on the street
Sellin pussy just to eat
Take the money and run
I wanna take out my heat
Pull up on em while they sleepin
Put em six feet deep
Disrespectin psychopathic put a tag on ya feet
Go to sleep

I sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride
Sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride

You think that I don't see
Ya better take it on down the road
You think that they don't see
But everybody fuckin knows, watch me unload

One thing I ain't is a self righteous saint
Too many sins been committed to ever get me acquitted
But it's a fact, won't find a knife if ya back
Cause I put it all on this track
And to this shit I'm committed
And I won't ever leave ya hangin
Always keep that thang swangin
Like the fuckin dope man I'm always stay slangin
Drivebys on these fake perpetrators stay bangin
I'ma always stay the same
While the while the world keeps changing

I sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride
Sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride

You think that I don't see
Ya better take it on down the road
You think that they don't see
But everybody fuckin knows, watch me unload

I sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride
I sell my soul to the Devil for a .45
A black cowboy hat, and a switchblade knife
I might burn like a sinner if they take my life
But it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride

It'd be a cold day in Hell, before they take my pride

Color You Dead Lyrics - Boondox

Rip out ya skeleton
Somethin like Davidian
Catch you while ya sleepin put the hook through ya jugular
Then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow murderer

Rip out ya skeleton (burn the flesh I'm)
Somethin like Davidian (David Koresh I'll)
Catch you while ya sleepin put the hook through ya jugular
Then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow murderer

Bury my corpse and turn it upside down
So I don't claw through my coffin
Crawlin up out the ground
Cause you don't wanna see a pissed off
Blood suckin motha fucker
Rabies infested just like a rat from the gutter
Frothy at the mouth teeth sharper than a needle
One function in my cranium destroy and kill people
And I'm good at what I do really ask any body
The dead don't talk but you can see how many bodies
Go missin and I'm wishin I could catch you all alone
Sink my fangs in ya veins leave ya drained to the bone
Like a human juice box with straw in ya eye socket
Cut ya tongue out and put that bitch in my pocket

Rip out ya skeleton (burn the flesh I'm)
Somethin like Davidian (David Koresh I'll)
Catch you while ya sleepin put the hook through ya jugular
Then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow murderer

Semen from a demon and the heart of a gypsy
Mixed em both together when the wicth was feelin tipsy
Add a little liqour little X a little blow
And what'chu get next a mother fuckin scarecrow
Always ready for the murder all about a homicide
Seen crawlin out the window on the day ya momma died
And on the day ya momma cried when she found you in bed
With ya throat slit skull spilt decapitated head
Blood drippin form the ceilin and the words on ya door
Read ya better run and hide because I'm comin for ya whore
I'm the sickest of the sickest and I got a little sickness
Never leave em breathen never leave a fuckin witness

Rip out ya skeleton (burn the flesh I'm)
Somethin like Davidian (David Koresh I'll)
Catch you while ya sleepin put the hook through ya jugular
Then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow murderer
Rip out ya skeleton (burn the flesh I'm)
Somethin like Davidian (David Koresh I'll)
Catch you while ya sleepin put the hook through ya jugular
Then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow murderer

I'll leave a hole in ya brain like you was Kurt Cobain
I'll make it rain out ya vein but no my name ain't Wayne
Ya feel pain when ya strain choked out with a chain
And I don't do it for the fame these blood stains ain't a game
Rip your spine up out the skin
And go to tell your next of kin
Then kill them one by one with grin
And do it all a fuckin gain I'm
Gone like the wind when I open your gut
Every incision with percision lovin every single cut
And I'm bathin your ya blood til I'm the color a red
Take the crayola out ya artery and color you dead

Rip out ya skeleton (burn the flesh I'm)
Somethin like Davidian (David Koresh I'll)
Catch you while ya sleepin put the hook through ya jugular
Then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow murderer
Rip out ya skeleton (burn the flesh I'm)
Somethin like Davidian (David Koresh I'll)
Catch you while ya sleepin put the hook through ya jugular
Then climb out your window I'm the scarecrow murderer

Red Dirt Road Lyrics - Boondox

Pitch black red clay
Screams echo from the trees
Kudzu covers every living thing
And dead folks seen down by the side of the road
Voodoo chants to the echos and the squak of the crows
Yeah who knows just what you'll find on a midnight ride
If ya stoppin for a piss or if ya battery dies
You'll wanna keep on movin don't stop for a second
There's a thousand lost souls who fuckin learned that lesson
(Red dirt road)

(Red dirt road)
Somewhere past the old cemetary there's a place where evil death live
(Red dirt road)
The sun nevers shines and the Devil walks by this place ain't nothin to mess with
(Red Dirt Road)

You'll die
All alone where no one knows
So don't ride
Down that old red dirt road
Red dirt road

Blood chills and spills
Just like a liquid
And theree's somethin in the air that don't seem quite right
A red head dead bride floats by ya ride
A staind dress that once was bright white
Baby breathe and steps on ya window
While somethin invisibles screamin from a mossed shed
Decapitated spirit fade if ya near it
Then appears in ya backseat lookin for it's head

Somewhere past the old cemetary there's a place where evil death live
(Red dirt road)
The sun nevers shines and the Devil walks by this place ain't nothin to mess with
(Red Dirt Road)

You'll die
All alone where no one knows
So don't ride
Down that old red dirt road
Red dirt road

suicide sollution the confusion
Many lost souls are restin pieces
Breezes blow through the trees
They grab the trigger and squeeze
Then let their spirits join the other deceased it pleases
The demons screamin needin more of the same
The necromicon is burned into this place like a flame
And its callin ya name the dirt road leads to Hell's gates
Welcome into the evil into death it's here Hell waits

Somewhere past the old cemetary there's a place where evil death live
(Red dirt road)
The sun nevers shines and the Devil walks by this place ain't nothin to mess with
(Red Dirt Road)
(Red Dirt Road)
(Red Dirt Road)

You'll die
All alone where no one knows
So don't ride
Down that old red dirt road
Red dirt road

Love Of My Knife Lyrics - Boondox

[Chorus]
Love me tender, love me true
Guess what she's goin do to you
Flesh meets steel she'll take your life
All because the love of my life is a knife
Love me tender, love me sweet
Cuts right down to the white meat
Flesh meets steel she'll take your life
All because the love of my life is a knife

I'm hard pressed not to show stress
The only thing up on my mind is how to get this bitch undressed
She like a new toy straight up out the wrapper
Thinkin bout the situation got the butterflies
Im laughin like a hyena and no she aint shy neither
Everybody that she see will be dyin when they meet her
With a long lean body baby built to perfection
Love lookin at her cause I'm seein my reflection
Bringin out the best of me always sittin next to me
Just thinkin about her in my hands its almost as close as sex to me
She keeps my heart beatin like a high school drum
I cant wait till I get home from work so we can spend some time
She's lying there when I'm pullin back the cover
And its just only me & her but this cant work without another
So its gonna be a late night my bitch is on a mission
Lookin for the next victim about to make this proposition

[Chorus]

Started off the night up at the tops & tails
Bitch be sittin off the deck & so we hoppin rails
Cause my babygirl hot we gotta keep that low profile
And what we bout to do could be considered sick & so vile
Make a straight line up to the VIP
A stripper lady named Mercedes & my girl & me
She started dancin for the money lookin so divine
And when my honey touched her skin it sent a shiver up her spine
Lookin at me kinda crazy soundin slightly bold
Askin why the fuck my touch be so hard & cold
So I'm lookin at her back but didn't open my mouth
Because I knew that it was time to turn this fuckin whore out
Now I'm starin at her titties feelin something like a sinner
Almost didn't even know thats when my bitch just slid up in her
And now its something like a threesome and I'm suckin on her breasts
While my baby got her cummin cause she's fuckin her to death
My girl the best

[Chorus]

[Skit]

[Chorus]

We All Fall Lyrics - Boondox

[Chorus (x2)]

See the leaves falling to the ground
See them falling all around
On the cemetary mound

Teardrops on my notepad
Dope sick feels so bad
Everything seems so fucked up
I'm about to go mad

My life tried to live right
This night hope will end right
Hell's doors open wide
Inside here's your invite

One breath should I use it?
Life/Death should I choose it?
Legacy, life of me
Hear my voice in this music

Phone calls to a few peeps
No promises to keep
Close my eyes kiss the sky
And Then just go to sleep

So long tried to hold on
So long tried to stay strong
Everything that I know and grow
Now seems long gone

No more hearing "I should try"
No more wishing I would die
Close my eyes, let it go
And leave you with "Goodbye"

[Chorus (x2)]

See the leaves falling to the ground
See them falling all around
On the cemetary mound

Everybodies gonna die some day [x2]

One love to all those
That got me through the lows
And stood by my side
And they came out to my shows

And gave me a reason
To pick up this hatchet
And run with the family
Scream Psychopathic

I wanna thank you for the time spent
You don't know how much it really meant
To have a family show love to a scrub
Who came up from shit

I hope you know that I give all
You show me how to always stand tall
Brought me from the grip of death
So know that I love yall

[Chorus (x4)]

See the leaves falling to the ground
See them falling all around
On the cemetary mound

Everybodies gonna die some day [x2]

See the leaves falling to the ground
See them falling all around
On the cemetary mound

[Chorus (x2)]

See the leaves falling to the ground

Toast To The Fam Lyrics - Boondox

[Verse 1]
I'm tore up from the motherfucking floor up
Golden grain to the brain
Not really given no fuck
A sloppy drunk bear
Huggin' every damn body
Half a fifth of jack
I'm about to get this bitch buck rowdy
A juggalo scarecrow with a big bong
Chuggin' southern comfort in my drawers
Playin' beer pong
Hit the bar for a couple shots of 3 V
Put your bottle in the air and toast to the family

[Chorus x2:]
Everybody c'mon we're gonna sing a song
I'll grab a bottle, you grab a bong, we gonna
Get lit 'til the sun come up
And I'm gonna toast to the fam with a dixie cup (alright)

[Verse 2]
All I know is in this bitch
Let's get it on and poppin'
Y'all molest no regrets
Let's see them panties droppin'
And it don't matter if you smoke or if you drink
If you pour a little water, fire up a little tank
Roll a blunt light it up
And imma pour a glass
You get high and I get drunk
And then I meet your ass
Somewhere in the middle, somewhere on the other side
From east coast to west everybody gettin' country fried
I'm drunk, you're high, come on, we'll fly
Somewhere down there, down south
And we won't have a damn care

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
I'm home so take me drunk again
You're stoned, I hope this shit don't ever end
Mix Jägermeister in a cup with some Tanqueray
(where the fucked you put my car?)
What'd the fuck you say?!
I don't know but this shit is got me all blown
My head is achin' like I'm smokin' on some home grown
I need another shot
And make that shit a fuckin' double
And pass my fam the blunt
I want them fuckers high as Hubble
When juggalos up in this bitch
We drink and smoke all night
We gettin' tore down
And swing our fuckin' hatchets high

[Chorus x2]

In Between Lyrics - Boondox

Use Bengay Aspercream KY Jelly or Vaseline anything to slide between them sweet supple jugs

Look here yeah bitch I'm talking to you I got my meat on granite so what ya wanna do I mean sure we can screw but what ya think about this
You me vaseline my dick and yo tits
And dont get me shit ya pussy is tha bomb
Sisqo crisco yo ass in a thong but I need a little change and it might come as a shock
That tonight is the night to think outside tha box and I'm lookin at em wiggle and jiggle tickle my pickle ya might be a dime but I'm a give you a nickle thats five limp inches if ya wanna see tha rest KY them bitches put my treasure in ya chest

Use Bengay Aspercream KY Jelly or Vaseline anything to slide between them sweet supple jugs and I don't care if my dick falls off grab my balls and make me cough I just want to see those soft and sweet supple jugs take em out make em bounce ya Juggalettes let see those jugs take em out make em bounce pull up your shirt and show some love

Ya P U S S Y girl you aint got a alibi I aint shootin for tha hole but I'm a let ya know that you might get a little bit of this in ya eye but please dont cry no pain no gain let me in between them titties then ill knock it out tha frame out ya legs in the air (OH GOD I'm CUMMIN) but not before my dang a lang get a lil lovin from them sweet sweet mounds so firm and round I be givin you the bone like a insane clown like birds of a feather squeezed close together lets see whats poppin underneath ya sweater

Use Bengay Aspercream KY Jelly or Vaseline anything to slide between them sweet supple jugs and I dont care if my dick falls off grab my balls and make me cough I just want to see those soft and sweet supple jugs take em out make em bounce ya juggalettes let see those jugs take em out make em bounce pull up your shirt and show some love

Fun bags, high beams, rack, top shelf nugs, cupcakes, flopadoodles let me see them jugs and Victoria baby dont ya keep no secret like so so def I'ma show ya how to freak it got love for ya booty and them d s l's if eatin coochie is a crime then throw me in jail but now I gotta appetite for them titties tonight its like ya mouth is Alaska and I'm bout to lay pipe through them snow caped peeks till ya jaws strike oil ya best friend is a diamond all I got is a pearl but its all yours girl comin straight from tha heart I'm a make like moses let ya breast please part

Use Bengay Aspercream KY Jelly or Vaseline anything to slide between them sweet supple jugs and I dont care if my dick falls off grab my balls and make me cough I just want to see those soft and sweet supple jugs take em out make em bounce ya juggalettes let see those jugs take em out make em bounce pull up your shirt and show some love

Family Tree Lyrics - Boondox

Intoxication, filled with the medications
Sedation powder made from hate just
Put me in this fuckin situation
My lungs are cold and feelin like they explodin
I'm loaded, wrote it all down
I'm givin you this invitation
To come and visit me, come into my mind
And sit a minute, join the spirits
To take the time to unwind and you'll find
The DNA ain't fallin far from the tree
Come from a long line of the murderous kind
So don't be fuckin with me
You wanna check the history
Just pull the newspaper clippin's
And find the trailer where it happened
I bet the blood is still drippin
And I'm sippin on Kerosene, and it's just to make me enabled
To let the world know that my family is more than unstable
And I might be the black sheep for the secrets that I'm tellin
More than half my bloodline is layin dead on a felon
And I ain't sellin no lies, my last name is a curse
I'm hopin that I survive yeah, just to finish this verse
I see the hearse

Kerosene, go get the matches
Light this thing and burn the branches
End the pain and suffering
Burn it up and kill my family tree

From way back, I remember my father's expression
When the telephone ring at 3am you didn't have to stop and question
Cause we knew that dark cloud was hangin just like a noose
The only thing on our mind was death and who did he choose
The time my cousin ate a bullet and my other cousin followed
When they sister heard the news, that's when the Drano got swallowed
Seen my first closed-casket just before I could talk
And I almost met the same fate just before I could walk
I lost my aunt to a pistol with her husband on the other end
Nine years old and already noticed a trend
So many friends dead and buried
Many coffins been carried
On a first name basis with too many cemeteries
And I'm weary of my fate, scared for the ??kids, and me??
Cursed like the Von Erichs, somethin like the ??Kennedy's??
Say a prayer for me, if you're down on a knee
And pray to God you ain't branches on my dyin family tree

Kerosene, go get the matches
Light this thing and burn the branches
End the pain and suffering
Burn it up and kill my family tree

Chop, chop, chop it down
When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound
Chop, chop, chop it down
When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound
Chop, chop, chop it down
When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound
Chop, chop, chop it down
When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound

Kerosene, go get the matches
Light this thing and burn the branches
End the pain and suffering
Burn it up and kill my family tree

Lezbehonest Lyrics - Boondox

[Skit:]
Oh Shit, you look cute as hell.
Now you move over here and let me start massaging that fine ass of yours.

What the fuck's up with these bitches?
I got dick for days but these hoes wanna keep their face buried in some pussy!?
Bitch You ain't even gay.

[Verse 1:]
She got a Katy Perry ringtone, plays it like a theme song
Kissed a girl and like it, now she swearing off the ding dong
Back and forth, like ping pong, she really strictly dicky
Then Madonna's screwing Britney now the bitch is stricky licky
Suck a dick, or suck a titty, she don't really give a fuck
And ducky rainbow on her preis mean she always gettin lucky
Had her first fish platter on her girlfriend's futon
Hidden valley, tossing salad, licking on a croûton
No shame in this fake bitch game
Swerving in and outta traffic, never staying in her own lane
She want a piece of cake, and yeah, she wanna eat it too
Pay her some attention and the bitch'll go down eating you

[Chorus:]
Drop the act and Lezbehonest. No more trips for you down south.
Ding-a-ling you know you want it, take the pussy out yo mouth.
You love the peter! Bitch don't lie. You love the cock!
Don't even try. No more cooter! No more coochie! VaJayJay time to say good bye.

[Verse 2:]
Girls gone wild, spring break, college road trip
In some wet t-shirts, wrestling in cool whip
Flash a nipple, slap a pussy for a attention
Just turned eighteen, now she on a fucking mission
Gotta make her daddy listen, maybe show a little anger
Four shots of jägermeister, tongue kiss a perfect strange
Three, four fingers deep in some bleach-blonde bimbo
A double headed dildo, beating like it's Kimbo
Put it on the YouTube, the pictures on the Myspace
Just so I can peep it, wish the bitch would sit on my face
Two straight broads, tongue kissing, by the swimmin pool
Fake dyke bitches eating coochie cause it's cool

[Chorus:]
Drop the act and Lezbehonest.
No more trips for you down south.
Ding-a-ling you know you want it, take the pussy out yo mouth.

Bitch you know you want it, don't say that you don't want it.
Bitch you know you want it, don't say that you don't want it.
Bitch you know you want it, don't say that you don't want it.
Bitch you know you want it.
Bitch you know you want it.

Never gonna beat her, now you're lickin' on the cooter.
One day she was your friend and the next she wasn't screwin'
Now I'm massed out with no luck, can't even get my dick sucked.
Jerkin' off in the corner watchin' her and you fuck.

[Verse 3:]
Don't get your panties twisted, shit I love them freaky bitches
Daisy chains, and running trains, girl on girl, and pussy fistin
All I'm really tryna say is girl don't claim your ass is gay
I laid the pipe the other night and fucked your girlfriend yesterday
Tell the truth, don't even trip, you know you wanna wrap them lips
Around a peter, lick the tip, cause little girls don't come equipped
Bitch, please, you ain't right, what you really tryna prove
Carpet munchin, donkey punchin, cause you claim you're so confused
Yeah, it puts my dick on hard, to see your 69in neden
But two brides up on your cake won't be the case up at your weddin
Put in perspective cut the act you ain't no lesbian
Just a chick who love the dick but perpetrate a lesbian

[Chorus:]
Drop the act n Lezbehonest. No more trips for you down south.
Ding-a-ling you know you want it, take the pussy out yo mouth.
You love the peter! Bitch don't lie. You love the cock!
Don't even try. No more cooter! No more coochie! VaJayJay time to say good bye.

[Skit:]
After all, we're just two lonely bitches on the loose for the weekend.
Yeah, I bet your little ass is on fire.
You'll be a new woman when I'm finished working on you.

Just Die Lyrics - Boondox

Put a hole in your soul
Make your blood run could

Put a hole in your soul
Nine millimeter homie
Make your blood run could
You die
gonna rest your eyes
You die
gonna test the fire

You don' fucked with the wrong one today
And you don't want it homie
Fuck what you're trying to say
Your whole existence phony
Talking so much shit you need'a motherfucking breathe mint
And when I hit you with that glock
You'll wonder where your breathe went
Always quick to take the dick up out of your mouth to jack your jaw
Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off
But nuttin like what she would be with you, du'
She swallowed it
Now you wanna give me attitude
Bitch, eat a hollowtip
Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth
Kill your handicap and blow your motherfucking brains out
Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake
Pull the trigger, send your soul to Hell for fucking Heaven's sake

Pull the heater on ya
Put a hole in your soul
Nine millimeter homie
Make your blood run could
You die
gonna rest your eyes
You die
gonna test the fire
Pull the heater on ya
Put a hole in your soul
Nine millimeter homie
Make your blood run could
You die
gonna rest your eyes
You die
gonna test the fire

See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're brothers
Then you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbing motherfucker
Hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines
Boy, you need'a be a man and grow some nuts to step to me
Run upon you, hit you with that (one, two; one, two)
What you gonna do when I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya fucking cap with a nine millimeter
Better run motherfucker every time that I see ya
If I see ya motherfucker then I wouldn't wanna be ya
Hit you with them heatseekers
I fucking you with that I thought I saw a pussy cat
I pointed to ya when they asking where the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MOTHERFUCKER!
Check my fucking blood-pressure
Pop a couple pills and then I'm coming to get you

Put a hole in your soul
Make your blood run could
You die
You die
Put a hole in your soul
Make your blood run could
You die
You die

I'll pull a drive by on ya in a Coupe De Vile
And when I shot to kill, you know I shot with skill
And you don't ever see it coming
Got the skills of a Sniper
Put the heat through your body, what you spill in your diaper
For real, you's a liar, like Pinocchio
And when you talk, it grows
But hoe, it ain't your nose
It's the rage in my soul, it's building like construction
There's a tax on your ass and I'ma make deductions
Take ya functions, put you in a new shipbag
Beg like a bitch and you ain't gonna do shit fag
Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece

Pull the heater on ya
Put a hole in your soul
Nine millimeter homie
Make your blood run could
You die
gonna rest your eyes
You die
gonna test the fire
Pull the heater on ya
Put a hole in your soul
Nine millimeter homie
Make your blood run could
You die
gonna rest your eyes
You die
gonna test the fire

Watch Your Back Lyrics - Boondox (feat. ICP)

[Chorus:]
Look out, cause I'm on the prowl,
Gonna find these motherfuckers,
Gonna take them out. (Huh!)
Before you know you find the hatchet attacks,
And if you ain't one of us, watch your back.

Fire up the grill,
It's time to sharpen up the steel.
Hold your nose like the shit's
about to get real.
I'm about to get a whole lotta
all kinda drastic.
Execute your ego,
Then throw it in the casket
I'm talkin to these freaks and geeks,
Who speak my feat
up in they beat.
Your reap, retreat
And fall asleep.
Would heed to lead
The fuckin' deed.
That red dot pointed at you,
Means that you've been chosen.
I'm bout to pull the trigger,
Pull it, leave you decomposin'
I'm giving you no sympathy,
And I feel no empathy,
When the evil enter me,
From my chosen prophecy,
And it was meant to be,
That you was my enemy,
And you see your destiny,
and you ain't likin' what you see.

[Chorus]

I'm outta control,
and you out of a soul,
And you act like a hoe,
And you out in the cold.
With no clothes n frozen,
Looking like an Ice Pop.
Burn your ass with gas
But I'm gonna wait until the price drop
Wait until the price drop
you're comin' up hashed.
And I'm coming up behind you
with a baseball bat.
And a baseball hat,
And I'm swingin' for the fences.
Taking your defenses
And I'm charging you expenses.
Thinkin' you can hustle me,
And not end up a casualty?
fuckin' with the Scarecrow
Bitch, you're fucked with no Vaseline.
Comin up short's like a joke
Youze a wishin
Got caught slippin'
Now your whole crew missin'!

[Chorus x2]

The Buzz Saw, they call me the Buzz Saw
More homicidal than a maniac on drugs, ya'll.
Spittin' slugs all day
Bodies in the hallway
Bodies outside
Bitches screamin
"It was all J!"
You come a long way,
Listen to what my song say.
Raised on a double dead-end,
Two wrong-ways.
I fuckin' showed up high,
Ninja kicked you in the face.
You got a blowed up eye,
I'll be that clown-y mental case.
That'll chase you, catch you,
Stu Hart stretch you, let you
Recognize...
This wicked shit in my eyes.
Watch your back,
or Imma have to crack it in half.
Tear your fuckin' head off,
Smack it and laugh...Violent J.

[Chorus X2]

Shaggy Shaggs
From rags to riches
Toe-taggin' scally-wag
Relative bitches.
Watch your back,
If you're comin' our way.
I walk around big in tha Game.
See Andre.
Slice through your neck,
Meat cleaver to butter.
Dice your tongue off,
Mail it to your Mudder.
Cause we heard that shit,
And turn the whip,
Jumped out and plant a brick
smack dead in your lip
From BoonDox!
Watch your back bitch-boy!

[Chorus X2]