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]

Where Do I Go? Lyrics - Boondox

Would I be better off laid in a six foot hole
A body rotting eyes closed with no conscious or a soul
Never knowing never feeling with no memories of being
Only ashes laid to ashes never loving never seeing
Just a corpse and of course there'd be no rising of the dead
No apocalypse of zombies and no cracking open heads
With no eating of the brains because I couldn't stand the pain
Pitch black nothin zerod just a head stone and a name

[Bridge]
I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know
Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo
And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic
And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo

Would I be better off in flames and burnin for eternity
And should the evil that I'm doin really be concernin me
And should I bite my tongue and never seen to walk a righteous path
Or will I feel the devils pitchfork stickin in my righteous ass
Wake up to the smells off flesh slowly burnin like a pinner
Listen to the screams of sinners roastin like a chicken dinner
Everyday in hell the temperature would be a fuckin scorcher
And everyday in hell a new experience in human torcher.

When I die I dont know where I'm gonna be but I know its a one way ticket
And when I die idk where I wanna be but I know that ill stay wicked

[Bridge]
I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know
Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo
And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic
And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo

Would I be better off with streets of gold a halo angels wings
Floatin like a bodom cloud just chillin while a choir sings
And every single female big ol booty sportin double ds
Quick to take a dick and on command be blowin like a breeze
Never beein broke or feelin sick and liquor on tap
Pac and biggy droppin by to ask me 'where the weed at?'
Call it shangri la or heaven I just hope they listenin
And even though that hell is callin pray for me they let me in

I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know
Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo
And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic
And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo

And when I die idk where I wanna be but I know that ill stay wicked

I dont know where I'm gon go but when I get there they gon know
Im wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo
And I'm swingin swingin hatchets while I'm screamin psychopathic
And I'm wicked and I run the show and I'm wicked and I'm a juggalo

I'm wicked

"Krimson Creek" (2008)

Country Life Lyrics - Boondox

[Verse 1:]
Front post livin swiggin wiskey and mescaline
Swining fly swatters catchin trails from that ketmine
We on some otha level country like a Muthafucka
Ask the way I'm living shit they ain't no otha muthafucka
Give me masquitoes and a moon-lit night
Give me a red dirt road and I'll be doin all right
Sittin down by the river bottle of Grits mill
Double fistin evan williams steady climbn heavy hill
This is what it's all about I couldin ask for nuthin betta
Me Myslf high fucked up and light as a feather
I hear them krickets cherpn
I think I'll lay back and listen
I got a line off in the water but ain't thinkin about fishin

[Chorus:]
This... is country life
This is the life for me
liquor,cars and tittie bars
This is the life for me
Country... till I die...
This is the life for me
liquor,cars and tittie bars
This is the life for me

[Verse 2:]
I like them bitches talk their dirty south slang
I like them bitches they be walkin shake that dirty thang
They them hoes up on that cornbread chicken and collard greens ham hockin bitches sweet
potatoes and red beans
where did you get an ass like that pissed off in that baby fat suckin on a dr pepper showen
off your boody crack
always actin kind of nasty with somthin to prove yeah
you know them ones from kentucky and alabama
swomp livin cajun bitches straight out louisiana
carolina georgia florida even mississippi
country girls with fatter ass
askin them can I see them tities

[Chorus:]
This... is country life
This is the life for me
liquor,cars and tittie bars
This is the life for me
Country... till I die...
This is the life for me
liquor,cars and tittie bars
This is the life for me

[Verse 3:]
Rusty cars in the yard
Bitches booze and tittie bars
That's the way we livin drink our liquor Straight up out the jar
Rollin wood
We blowin smoke poppin pills until we choke
180 proof to wash it down and that's all she Wrote and if it kills me bury me in red clay and
let it all be catered by the Ol' Country Buffet
Pass the whiskey bottle and drink it like your Full grown and let them bitches dance naked on
My tombstone

[Chorus: X2]
This... is country life
This is the life for me
liquor,cars and tittie bars
This is the life for me
Country... till I die...
This is the life for me
liquor,cars and tittie bars
This is the life for me

Untold / Unwritten Lyrics - Boondox

[Chorus (x2):]
I ain't never had no easy life, what I had become didn't come from thinking twice.
Put that on everything (everything), everyone (everyone).
Born to fill the prophecy the son of the seventh son.

I was born with a fork tongue, born to spit the wicked shit,
childhood circumstances made the mother fucking shit legit,
even as a little kid I knew that most would hate me.
My uncle tried to kill me, that's the things that helped to make me.
Lost up in my mind I never fucked with any medications,
slowly over time went from crazy in to desperation,
never learned to cope with feelings,
never felt a fucking thang,
never gave a fucking enough so never placed no fucking blame.

Neighbors talked about me, they knew something was wrong.
Started chocking out my friends and they knew that I was gone.
I was labeled as bad seed said I needed therapy,
in and outta schools for drug abuses and vulgarities.
Been away so many times to try to fix a broken child.
He's so mean, he's fucking sick, the little bastard never smiles.
A lof of doctors, teachers, family members and they all say,
I wanna take the time to thank 'em for the man I am today.

[Chorus]

When the Devil came to Georgia, made his first stop in Covington.
Looked me in the eyes and told me son you're the seventh one.
Put your pen to paper,
put your blood in every fucking line
an angel on my shoulder
put my blood in every fucking rhyme.

Is a little crazy but I got a way that I can deal.
Now I got some people understanding how the fuck I feel.
Instead of choken bitches out and catching me a murder case,
I get up in the booth and let the mic take these bitch's place.
Many trials and tribulations put me into situations.
Went from sitting in the back to preaching to the congregation.
Many tried to dowse the flame, throw some salt up in my game,
stab me in my fucking back and I don't gotta say no names.
Came from rehabilitation, running streets if I can change,
now I hit the road in buses, people screaming out my name.
I ain't think I make it, thought It'd die in less than what it's in
but I'm just getting started let the age of the crow begin.

[Chorus]

Inbred Evil Lyrics - Boondox

Godforsaken left to rot an orphaned bastard child
Mutated product born of incest left out in the wild
A bloody bastard lies abandoned still tied to the cord
Open his eyes to see more darkness in an evil world
So much pain filled with hate it shapes his simple mind
Don’t know how don’t know why no sense of days no sense of time
All he knows is what he sees and that’s the beast of fame
Rippin flesh to survive imbedded in his fuckin brain
Raised by the woods provided goods enough for sure survival;
No way to read but in his hands he tots a tattered bible
He doesn't have a neighbor in his soul’s just pure conviction
He knows there is more like him and they are goin to pay for his affliction

There ain't gon’ be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

There ain't gon’ be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

Like canopies all the trees provide the perfect cover
Hikers, bikers, campers, steamed up windows from the youngest lovers
Unaware of the eyes that watch just waiting patient
Licks his lips and grins excited drooling heart is fuckin racing
So many lost on these roads and trails that lead out here
Slaughtered ripped to pieces open stomachs like a baby deer
You see the fear on the faces like they standing here
Flies and maggots feasting on remains a putrid fucking smell
And in the distance a few yards away another shattered life
Gutted like a fish the body hidden shadows cover like
Another crime scene just like the couple hundred others
Vacant left decaying in the open waiting to be discovered

There ain't gon’ be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

There ain't gon’ be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

He’s alone in a home his family left behind
On the couch his ma and pa sitting missing eyes
Throughout the rooms and halls the story of a broken boy
Bodies line the walls and beds each one they hold a broken toy
The smell it lingers every corner filled with pure disease
Entrails hung like Christmas lights they decorate the mantlepiece
A blackened puddle in the tub bubbles up like tar
The stew remains mixed with brains pickled in a jar
Everywhere you look sickness fills this little shack
Fingers on a paper plate set out for a little snack
This is the product of a broken inbred situation
Proof that man is born with evil been that way since our creation

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

There ain't gon' be no sequel
This here is in bred evil
Everybody must die
Everybody must die
Everybody must die

Freak Bitch Lyrics - Boondox (feat. Violent J)

[Intro:]
Like stuff started coming out and at the time
I thought it was (pee pee, pee)
I didn't know until it would squirt
Until I got into porn (pee, pee)
But the whole time I just thought I, I
Was I was peeing, I was cumming but pee
Was comming out (pee)
Really when I'm playing with my clit or
I have a I vibrator or getting fucked really
Hard I can squirt (pee)
Or I having some (pee) fantasy in my head (pee) or...

[Verse 1: Boondox]
The sins of the flesh, a fascination with death
While suffocating your breath, it's torture mixed in with sex.
I wanna get you undressed and lick the blood from your chest
And everything I request I know be keeping you wet.
My sadomasochistic baby dressed in leather and lace.
You're far from a fucking lady but you're sweet to the taste.
You love it when I tie you down and put the gun in your face
And every time we get together could be our final embrace.
I'm on some other kinda level when I got you in bed.
It's like you're fiending for the semen when you're giving me head.
The liquid pouring out your veins stain these white sheets red.
Your eyes rolling back; it's like you're one with the dead.
Can't wait to see you in that see through.
Fuck until your pussy bleed, that's how we do.
You wanna taste pain and make the blood rain.
Busting nuts and busting veins until you scream my motherfucking name.

[Chorus: x2]
She wants the kinky stuff, she likes it hard and rough, another kinda love.
(My little Freak Bitch)
She's really into pain, I'm really glad she came into my world and I need.
(My little Freak Bitch)

[Verse 2: Boondox]
It's like your legs can't get along because they always separated.
When I got you all alone, this fucking freak that I created.
Asphyxiation with your thong got you open and sedated.
Hear the screams and hear the moans, I know the neighbors really hate it.
Close them motherfucking shades because we breaking the law.
Slicing your wrist cut your throat while taking dick in your jaw.
You whisper "end my fucking life" right when I'm dicking you raw,
Holding your breath close to the death right in the thick of it all.
I know that you was what I needed in that Tripp black miniskirt,
Hot Topic-shopping, with your girls, a little fucking flirt.
Surprised by the fact that you was into all kinds of dirt.
Surprise in your eyes when I made your fucking pussy squirt.
Grab you by the dreadlocks, put you in a headlock,
Choke you 'til you twitching, baby, just to make the bed rock,
Now you know what I got for that little hot box.
Take you to the limit, now you all about some Boondox.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Violent J]
Her asshole's blew out like a fat kids socks, plus she love her some Boondox.
(My little Freak Bitch)
She gets wet like a water balloon, just popped in her lap when he raps.
(My little Freak Bitch)
The freak knows just how to control you with her pancake areolas.
(My little Freak Bitch)
She got a tattoo all on her twat, a big stage shot of Boondox.
(My little Freak Bitch)
She likes dick when it's up in her butt. It makes her quack like a pond duck.
(My little Freak Bitch)
She blows nuts humming Boondox covers and she keep all his old rubbers.
(My little Freak Bitch)
She drives a ten-speed behind the bus and won't let go of his nuts.
(My little Freak Bitch)
She ain't a groupie or a hoe like that, she just love eating dick splat.
(My little Freak Bitch)

Heathen Lyrics - Boondox

I'm the first born son if a seventh born heathen
Had hell on my mind since I first started breathin
I'm a sick mothafucker with a capital S
They need to call a mary mary because my lifes a mess
I'm from the bottom of the barrel vally livin white trash in a 100 yard dash
I'm last place third class
I ain't never been shit and my outlook is grim
And my chances of survival are none to slim
I stay straight fucked up off whiskey and water
Fuckin farmers daughter in the back of Toyotas
Poppin so many pills that I piss codeine
My system ain't been clean since the age of 14
Hood rats fat back whiskey lovin' fat cats snortin' lines off of titties
bustin' on they back tat trailer park
livin' straight screen door junky
the mainstream hates me but the underground loves me.

Comin from nothin we livin the good life
Stay high just to make it but we goin be alright
Don't worry bout me cause bitch I'm free
And I'm gone
Keep shit wicked keep killin some bitches
Gon get it how I get it this country fuckin livin

Country life try to fuck a skinny dike rush to
The mini store drunk on a mini bike thats how I do it
never sober when I stay straight shawdty on my back
Kidnap your girlfriend and bring herto my pokin
Before the night is over she'll be bout a heavy stroking just a couple pounds of xanies bring
the bitches out they painties I think that's how my pappy first got up wit my granny
Back wood mothafuckers don't give a fuck hunten haters spotlight I'm in a pickup truck
moonshine steady grown and my buzz keep grownin keep them rats out hoein while crows keep
crowing sit back on my porch and in joy what I'm givin might seem fucked up but this is how I'm livin

Comin from nothin we livin the good life
Stay high just to make it but we goin be alright
Don't worry bout me cause bitch I'm free
And I'm gone
Keep shit wicked keep killin some bitches
Gon get it how I get it this country fuckin livin

Country livin keepin when you killin all these sons of bitches never givin in and they never
get it because we keep it wicked [x9]

Comin from nothin we livin the good life
Stay high just to make it but we goin be alright
Don't worry bout me cause bitch I'm free
And I'm gone
Keep shit wicked keep killin some bitches
Gon get it how I get it this country fuckin livin

Walking After Midnight Lyrics - Boondox (feat. Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope)

I’m fuckin walkin
I’m fuckin walkin out in the moon light
After midnight searching for you

[Boondox:]
Out After midnight searchin lerkin hurtin howlin
At the fuckin moon I watch the neighbors closing curtains turning
Out the porch lights and I don’t even know why
On a stroll all alony like nobodies gonna die
I’m just looking for the answers to the questions that im asking
More lost then when I started darted
This means that time is passing barely grasping
To the moment and irrational thoughts
And this prescription in my pocket got me feeling distraught
Its just a matter of time I feel my brain is growing vacant
What the fuck is going on I’m like an old timers patient
And this situation it seems like deja vu
I wish I had an explanation and I pray I knew
How I got to where I’m going what I’m trying to find
Looking for my sanity but I lost my fuckin mind
No where to be found I think I need some fuckin help
Walking after midnight and I’m searching for myself

[Chorus:]
I’m fucking walking (fucking walking)
Out in the moonlight (through the darkness)
After midnight (hay)
Searching for you (I’m trying to find you)

[Violent J:]
Right foot over left
Left foot over right
I let my dog out to piss in the middle of the night
In my backyard illuminated by the moonlight
Was a women in the haze and from the back she’s looking tight
Worry not he don’t bite but why are you in my yard miss
She waved me on to fallow and then ran into the darkness
All I had on were slippers still a gave a chase
Fallowing an angle and I have yet to see her face
With ease she passes through trees her gown blows in the breeze
I’m slapping though puddles and scratching up my knees
Please tell me your name and where the hell where headed
To the cemetery where the answers are imbedded on her tombstone
She’s home
She stopped running
I finally caught up and was about to ask something
When she turned around a demon
A snake for a tongue
And it bite me food for the dead I’ve become

[Chorus 2x:]
I’m fucking walking (fucking walking)
Out in the moonlight (through the darkness)
After midnight (hay)
Searching for you (I’m trying to find you)

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
What’s ding-a-linging nothing in my drawer
Chasing after that dragon but not the hara boy
Its big and shinny and dripping with blood
Why’d I do
Because I said that I could
Now my only problem I’m looking for that tool
When I hit him with it all I seen was dripping n drool
But I put it somewhere
Where
We can all guess
The simple fact is I blacked out and slit her neck
Back to the problem at hand
Memories of motherf**ker wit him looking for that murder weapon
If I had recollection I wouldn’t have to sweat police
Now my drawers are open sweating trying to find this piece
I cant miss it if I see it wooden handle shinny edge
shredding it every angle as if I jump off a league
Picking through the leaves digging through the dirt
Hiding every breath I’m talking I’m gonna make this shit work

[Chorus 2x:]
I’m fucking walking (fucking walking)
Out in the moonlight (through the darkness)
After midnight (hay)
Searching for you (I’m trying to find you)

Love / Hate Lyrics - Boondox

Lookin' out across the crowd, see painted faces all around me,
Movin' to that shit I'm sayin', bouncin' to that bass that's poundin'
Y'all know my lyrics, spit that shit just like you fuckin' wrote it,
Never can deny a Juggalo's the one that's most devoted,
I see y'all on the streets and reppin' for they common scrub,
Hatchetman on window tinted, reppin' for that family love,
Up in the mall with my kids, y'all don't know its Dox,
Still you see the chain, the tat, a shirt, and stop to show the props,
Walkin' to the conoco, grab some shit befo' the show,
Parkin' lot of hatchet rides, I see that line of Juggalos,
It's world renown, the Faygo flyin', the screams of family,
I love y'all muthafuckas y'all the ones that set my soul free.

[Chorus (x2):]
You can't hate us 'cause,
We don't give a fuck,
Bump that wicked sound,
Rock a fuckin' hatchet and we represent the underground.

I see some shit don't change,
Haters seem born every minute,
They see the paint, the clothes, the loathes and they don't fuckin' get it,
I see them lose, and read reviews, and start the loadin' blocks,
Bitches talkin' shit, got me loadin' for a southern rock,
I know there's a way, there's a knowin', that I fuckin' feel ya',
Born of murda, masses killed, they ass is fuckin' way familiar,
But they won't break us "Fuck The World', just like the clown sayin'
Rep' the hatchet, psychopathic, 'til my body's found dead,
We got to show 'em music and shit they can't take away,
We run the underground, so fuck'em what they got to say?
Just throw yo' medals up, let the hoes know where they standin',
Shit ain't 'bout no money, bitch, this shit is more than just a brand.

[Chorus 2x]

The ones that know it, feel it, keep it and they won't forget it,
This thing ain't dyin', it ain't fadin' 'cause they just won't let it,
Y'all see the bunch of haters, I know what yo' feelin,
It was that long ago, I know that shit a bunch of dealin,
But fuck we Juggalo so they can all just go to hell,
We got the pride and love, the scrubs, so fuck'em go to hell,
Just keep them hatchets swingin', screamin', always keep it wicked,
Keep one in the chamber for them fuckin' hatin' sons of bitches.

You can't hate us 'cause,
We don't give a fuck,
Bump that wicked sound,
Rock a fuckin' hatchet and we represent the underground!

Rock a fuckin' hatchet and we represent the underground!