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
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
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
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
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]
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
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]
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
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
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.
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
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]
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
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
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
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]
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
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)
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
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)
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!
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!
Cold Cruel World Lyrics - Boondox
[Intro: Random people talking]
I don't know what to do anymore
After I quit with medicine I became psycotic
I suffer from depression
Complete depression
Had it my whole life
I have had it so bad that uh...
I had anxiety
Been diagnosed with major depression
Lots of phobias, lots of fears
Anxiety, panic attacks
Manic depression before, I didn't think that
Depression could be so bad
[Verse 1:]
Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everything around me closing in, it's starts to grow colder
It's like I'm sitting on death row and waitin' for conclusion
Shits real fucked up, my brains filled with much confusion
Do you know what it is to sit a 3am
With a gun pressed to your temple on your knees prayin'
Or in the bathroom, on the floor, a handfull of pills
Cause the fuckin' rent's due and you can't pay bills
Have you ever felt the cold grip of death in your heart
I'm talkin' rips right in your cavity and pulls it apart
Ten motherfuckin' seconds just from ending this shit
Flames rising from the ashes that your about to commit
Have you ever stopped your car somewhere far from everythin'
Sat a half an hour, just thinkin' of a better way
To put your soul to rest and set your mind at ease
Put the barrel in my mouth, I wanna sleep for all eternity
[Chorus:]
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
I never asked to be alive
Everyday it's just a struggle even to survive
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
I'll be better off when I'm gone
In my own private Hell and left all alone
[Verse 2:]
Somany reasons just to leave this fuckin' planet
Pressure gets to me so much, god damn, I just can't stand it
People hatin', credit problems, bitch be fuckin' my friends
A million reasons, circumstances for your soul to transend
Nobody like me, I'm a loser, parents wish I was dead
I'm overweight, can't get a date, I'll turn my walls to red
Unlock the door, turn up the music, flip the T.V. screen
I'll leave a bloody fuckin' mess off for my moms to clean
It's's to the point that I can't stand it, I can't even try to cope
And you don't know me, you can't help me, you can't offer me no hope
It's too late to try and stop it, I have lost the fuckin' war
I ain't gonna write no fuckin' letter, leave my answers on the floor
I'm a do it I swear, don't even think I'm lyin'
Nobody gone remember me, nobody gone be cryin'
All alone in my death like I was in life
Let me take my final breath, they can bury me tonight
[Chorus:]
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
I never asked to be alive
Everyday it's just a struggle even to survive
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
I'll be better off when I'm gone
In my own private Hell and left all alone
[Bridge:]
You won't miss me when I'm gone
(Flames risin', flames risin')
I know you did me so wrong
(Flames risin')
[Chorus/Outro:]
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
(just wipe away, just wipe away)
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
(just wipe away, just wipe away)
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
Flames risin', flames risin'
I don't know what to do anymore
After I quit with medicine I became psycotic
I suffer from depression
Complete depression
Had it my whole life
I have had it so bad that uh...
I had anxiety
Been diagnosed with major depression
Lots of phobias, lots of fears
Anxiety, panic attacks
Manic depression before, I didn't think that
Depression could be so bad
[Verse 1:]
Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everything around me closing in, it's starts to grow colder
It's like I'm sitting on death row and waitin' for conclusion
Shits real fucked up, my brains filled with much confusion
Do you know what it is to sit a 3am
With a gun pressed to your temple on your knees prayin'
Or in the bathroom, on the floor, a handfull of pills
Cause the fuckin' rent's due and you can't pay bills
Have you ever felt the cold grip of death in your heart
I'm talkin' rips right in your cavity and pulls it apart
Ten motherfuckin' seconds just from ending this shit
Flames rising from the ashes that your about to commit
Have you ever stopped your car somewhere far from everythin'
Sat a half an hour, just thinkin' of a better way
To put your soul to rest and set your mind at ease
Put the barrel in my mouth, I wanna sleep for all eternity
[Chorus:]
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
I never asked to be alive
Everyday it's just a struggle even to survive
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
I'll be better off when I'm gone
In my own private Hell and left all alone
[Verse 2:]
Somany reasons just to leave this fuckin' planet
Pressure gets to me so much, god damn, I just can't stand it
People hatin', credit problems, bitch be fuckin' my friends
A million reasons, circumstances for your soul to transend
Nobody like me, I'm a loser, parents wish I was dead
I'm overweight, can't get a date, I'll turn my walls to red
Unlock the door, turn up the music, flip the T.V. screen
I'll leave a bloody fuckin' mess off for my moms to clean
It's's to the point that I can't stand it, I can't even try to cope
And you don't know me, you can't help me, you can't offer me no hope
It's too late to try and stop it, I have lost the fuckin' war
I ain't gonna write no fuckin' letter, leave my answers on the floor
I'm a do it I swear, don't even think I'm lyin'
Nobody gone remember me, nobody gone be cryin'
All alone in my death like I was in life
Let me take my final breath, they can bury me tonight
[Chorus:]
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
I never asked to be alive
Everyday it's just a struggle even to survive
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
I'll be better off when I'm gone
In my own private Hell and left all alone
[Bridge:]
You won't miss me when I'm gone
(Flames risin', flames risin')
I know you did me so wrong
(Flames risin')
[Chorus/Outro:]
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
(just wipe away, just wipe away)
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
(just wipe away, just wipe away)
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear cold cruel world why am I here?
Flames risin', flames risin'
Dear please juse wipe away the tears
Flames risin', flames risin'
Straight Out The Crops Lyrics - Boondox
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Who it be? The doc's comin straight from the crops
I'm thinking switches for these bitches as dirtay as Woodstock
And when I chop, the shock goes straight up your vertabrate
They pickin at yo bones, and at your watch just like a bird of prey
A sick son of a bitch call me the scarecrow
A face-painted doll, the Blair-witch with a foe foe
And I stay on the prow, my nose like a blood hound
Straight stalking muther fucker showing this how it goes down
This sight of blood it gets me higher than an astronaut
A backwoods monster shot gutted a master plot
To burn yo cities and murder all yo committees
Do' to Do' slangin lead never showin no pity
I bring the pain to ya brain though they callin me drama
Choking at ya neck, with a chain I think ya dead mama
It aint da same since the sane went insane mama
Time to show these haters how to play da fucking game mama
[Chorus x2]
Straight out the crops I won't stop ima POP! POP! POP!, until they all drop
Straight out the stix I wont quit, I know you feeling this shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!
I comin' straight out da stix, and all da shit dat I spit
It be as dirty as a gathering of 2006
And yea I grip like a tee write the words of these pricks
Who all hatein throwin away because they say im a hit
But I aint apologizing, hell no I say fuck em
After sunning with a hatchet then these hoes aint doin nuthin
So just quit of all ya'll frontin and then get down on yo knees
Pray to God dat I don't find you and then dislocate yo spleen
Cause you never wanna see me bitch jumping out of trees a shear
Wrap my hands around yo throat and send you up to Jesus bitch
Quick to see ya to ya maker, quicker than the undertaker
Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a hundred acres
Keep my name upon your mouth, keep yo ass upon da south
Ya mami aint raise ya right, ima bout to show her how
Please don't make me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill
Pop you like a cherry mutha fucka never test my will
[Chorus x2 until song ends]
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Who it be? The doc's comin straight from the crops
I'm thinking switches for these bitches as dirtay as Woodstock
And when I chop, the shock goes straight up your vertabrate
They pickin at yo bones, and at your watch just like a bird of prey
A sick son of a bitch call me the scarecrow
A face-painted doll, the Blair-witch with a foe foe
And I stay on the prow, my nose like a blood hound
Straight stalking muther fucker showing this how it goes down
This sight of blood it gets me higher than an astronaut
A backwoods monster shot gutted a master plot
To burn yo cities and murder all yo committees
Do' to Do' slangin lead never showin no pity
I bring the pain to ya brain though they callin me drama
Choking at ya neck, with a chain I think ya dead mama
It aint da same since the sane went insane mama
Time to show these haters how to play da fucking game mama
[Chorus x2]
Straight out the crops I won't stop ima POP! POP! POP!, until they all drop
Straight out the stix I wont quit, I know you feeling this shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!
I comin' straight out da stix, and all da shit dat I spit
It be as dirty as a gathering of 2006
And yea I grip like a tee write the words of these pricks
Who all hatein throwin away because they say im a hit
But I aint apologizing, hell no I say fuck em
After sunning with a hatchet then these hoes aint doin nuthin
So just quit of all ya'll frontin and then get down on yo knees
Pray to God dat I don't find you and then dislocate yo spleen
Cause you never wanna see me bitch jumping out of trees a shear
Wrap my hands around yo throat and send you up to Jesus bitch
Quick to see ya to ya maker, quicker than the undertaker
Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a hundred acres
Keep my name upon your mouth, keep yo ass upon da south
Ya mami aint raise ya right, ima bout to show her how
Please don't make me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill
Pop you like a cherry mutha fucka never test my will
[Chorus x2 until song ends]
Outlaw Lyrics - Boondox
Nobody move I got the Six shooter fully loaded,
Finger like an automatic, bout ta let it fuckin go,
And take a bunch of lives, and I ain't leavin till I hit tha door,
Make a wrong move and watch these shell cases hit tha floor.
An outlaw on tha open range, and just like Jesse James,
I rob these fools for change a Psychopathic Ombre with a price on my melon,
But takin money from bitches and sendin they spirits to heaven.
I'm on an all black horse and in an all black cap,
My pistols layin bad luck just like an all black cat
And I ain't playin with you Mutherfuckas, empty out tha drawers
They gone chatter outta tha safe and I'll be out tha fuckin door.
[Chorus:]
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Cold Blooded Murderra, Wanted, fuckin price on my head
So high they had ta file a Chapter 7
See my face on every corner, don't you bring him back alive
Watch the total, be tha streets, sipped him soon as I arrived
Time ta hit up tha Saloons, shoot tha dude behind tha bar
Grabbed a whole thing of Whiskey, then I lit up a cigar
Time for scopin now, Ho I need to get my dick sucked
I been ridin all day and now some hookers gettin fucked
I seen a bitch upon the stage and she was packin huge Jugs
Up tha stairs by hair then I beat tha pussy up
She started screamin like a demon, Put tha barrel in her mouth
Shot a load in her face and then I blew her Fuckin brains out...
[Chorus:]
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Marshalls on my ass, the lynch mob on to my trail,
Just one finger upon they moss, and after sendin me ta hell
In an old pine box with no return stamped on tha top
It's gonna be a shoot em' up son, den ya hear tha shots pop
I can't say nuttin for tha people I killed, my name called off in a rocker hole dug in boothill
Dis gonna be fuckin day cause I can feel it in my bones,
Twenty men with twenty guns about ta send my ass home
Grab tha Winchester, and it's on just like a switch,
Barely taking many shots and I ain't dying like no bitch
Bullets hit me with precision, they won't get ta see me fall
Bustin mutherfucking caps, pick em off screamin OUTLAW
[Chorus:]
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, they ain't never takin me alive, never gunna get caught [x4]
Never Gunna Get Caught [x2]
Outlaw
Finger like an automatic, bout ta let it fuckin go,
And take a bunch of lives, and I ain't leavin till I hit tha door,
Make a wrong move and watch these shell cases hit tha floor.
An outlaw on tha open range, and just like Jesse James,
I rob these fools for change a Psychopathic Ombre with a price on my melon,
But takin money from bitches and sendin they spirits to heaven.
I'm on an all black horse and in an all black cap,
My pistols layin bad luck just like an all black cat
And I ain't playin with you Mutherfuckas, empty out tha drawers
They gone chatter outta tha safe and I'll be out tha fuckin door.
[Chorus:]
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Cold Blooded Murderra, Wanted, fuckin price on my head
So high they had ta file a Chapter 7
See my face on every corner, don't you bring him back alive
Watch the total, be tha streets, sipped him soon as I arrived
Time ta hit up tha Saloons, shoot tha dude behind tha bar
Grabbed a whole thing of Whiskey, then I lit up a cigar
Time for scopin now, Ho I need to get my dick sucked
I been ridin all day and now some hookers gettin fucked
I seen a bitch upon the stage and she was packin huge Jugs
Up tha stairs by hair then I beat tha pussy up
She started screamin like a demon, Put tha barrel in her mouth
Shot a load in her face and then I blew her Fuckin brains out...
[Chorus:]
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Marshalls on my ass, the lynch mob on to my trail,
Just one finger upon they moss, and after sendin me ta hell
In an old pine box with no return stamped on tha top
It's gonna be a shoot em' up son, den ya hear tha shots pop
I can't say nuttin for tha people I killed, my name called off in a rocker hole dug in boothill
Dis gonna be fuckin day cause I can feel it in my bones,
Twenty men with twenty guns about ta send my ass home
Grab tha Winchester, and it's on just like a switch,
Barely taking many shots and I ain't dying like no bitch
Bullets hit me with precision, they won't get ta see me fall
Bustin mutherfucking caps, pick em off screamin OUTLAW
[Chorus:]
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive
This is a life of an Outlaw, Hustlin, Stealin, Killin and They never gunna get caught
Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, they ain't never takin me alive, never gunna get caught [x4]
Never Gunna Get Caught [x2]
Outlaw
Path I Walk Lyrics - Boondox
We walk all alone
Always on our own
We walk all alone
Always on our own
I remember when life was a struggle
It aint all roses now but back then it was double
I remember when
When I aint have no pot
When you piss on the floor you stay pissed of a lot
I remember when I was searchin for answers
In the house of a dealer in the arms of a dancer
I remember when I thought I was finished
You been down this road then give me a witness
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
When you walk on your own and you aint got crystal
The future yu sees at the end of a pistol
Lookin for clues that end up in wronge places
So many troubles and so many faces
Got blood on my hands from some crocked decisions
Blood on my heart from some painful divisions
Askin myself if I would take it all back
No I wouldn't this is my path
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
I remember when I left you there cryin
You was down on the floor and looked like you was dyin
I remember when I seen you out drinkin
Surrounded by dudes it felt like I was sinkin
I remember when I pulled the foe-five
The safey was on and so you still alive
I remember when I was in holding stressin
But lucky as hell cause they aint find the weapon
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
So now that Im grown and Im thinkin bout shit
Bout the life that I lived and the things I did
All the ones that are hurt
The ones who where there
All the people that fucked my and made me aware
You got to be strong to stand on your own
You goin to do some wright and you goin do some wrong
but when its all over just lay there and laugh
You're dyin alone but you stayed on the path
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
Always on our own
We walk all alone
Always on our own
I remember when life was a struggle
It aint all roses now but back then it was double
I remember when
When I aint have no pot
When you piss on the floor you stay pissed of a lot
I remember when I was searchin for answers
In the house of a dealer in the arms of a dancer
I remember when I thought I was finished
You been down this road then give me a witness
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
When you walk on your own and you aint got crystal
The future yu sees at the end of a pistol
Lookin for clues that end up in wronge places
So many troubles and so many faces
Got blood on my hands from some crocked decisions
Blood on my heart from some painful divisions
Askin myself if I would take it all back
No I wouldn't this is my path
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
I remember when I left you there cryin
You was down on the floor and looked like you was dyin
I remember when I seen you out drinkin
Surrounded by dudes it felt like I was sinkin
I remember when I pulled the foe-five
The safey was on and so you still alive
I remember when I was in holding stressin
But lucky as hell cause they aint find the weapon
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
So now that Im grown and Im thinkin bout shit
Bout the life that I lived and the things I did
All the ones that are hurt
The ones who where there
All the people that fucked my and made me aware
You got to be strong to stand on your own
You goin to do some wright and you goin do some wrong
but when its all over just lay there and laugh
You're dyin alone but you stayed on the path
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
We walk all alone
Always on our own
Get lost on the way
And sometimes need
To find the way home
But we walk all alone
Trailer Park Creepin' Lyrics - Boondox (feat. Violent J)
Now Im on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide
You might call me pathetic
You might say that I've lost my mind
Sittin here in the driveway baby and clutchin on a forty-five
But ya did me so wrong
And I cant say I understand
Now Im bout to blow ya brains out bitch into the arms of another man
I cought you creep'n
And now you goin to be sleepin with the worms in the dirt
What the fuck was you thinkin
Do I look like the kind of mothafucker you can cheat on
You lookin like a fuckin whore I can beat on
But I ever touch
Never layed a single hand
Nair hair on your head
Never touch a single strand
While I sittin here knowin whats bout to happen
There goin get me for domestic because the pistol did the slapin
Now Im on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide
Standin here in our bedroom
With your body laid on the ground
Two dead mothafuckas lookin silly with they blood sprayed all around
And Im sittin here thinkin where the fuck am I goin to go
Burn the whole mothafuckin trailer to the dirt
And its off to Mexico
Adiãs mothafuckas see you later
When I kicked in the door of a double wide trailer
And I saw your fuckin titties steady bouncin like Hydraulics
And the next door neighbor had you fold like a wallet
And I got to really say I was kind of impressed
The way your heals of your feet was drivin into your chest
And I hate to interrupt while he's givin it to you
The last thing you saw was his face in my boot
Now Im on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide
They aint neva gonna catch me
I wont do a lick of time
I'll ve on a beach under an umbrella gettin blow back sippin wine
And while your laid out burnin
Lookin crispy like some KFC
Do a little soul searchin mothafucka cause never shoulda fucked with me
Now Im on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide
And I cant take nothin
Nothin at all
Gotta leave my bucket my toaster and my saw
Had a poster of Stone Cold
Still up on the wall
Had to leave town in a hurry
Tell the police I said
Fuck y'all
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide
You might call me pathetic
You might say that I've lost my mind
Sittin here in the driveway baby and clutchin on a forty-five
But ya did me so wrong
And I cant say I understand
Now Im bout to blow ya brains out bitch into the arms of another man
I cought you creep'n
And now you goin to be sleepin with the worms in the dirt
What the fuck was you thinkin
Do I look like the kind of mothafucker you can cheat on
You lookin like a fuckin whore I can beat on
But I ever touch
Never layed a single hand
Nair hair on your head
Never touch a single strand
While I sittin here knowin whats bout to happen
There goin get me for domestic because the pistol did the slapin
Now Im on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide
Standin here in our bedroom
With your body laid on the ground
Two dead mothafuckas lookin silly with they blood sprayed all around
And Im sittin here thinkin where the fuck am I goin to go
Burn the whole mothafuckin trailer to the dirt
And its off to Mexico
Adiãs mothafuckas see you later
When I kicked in the door of a double wide trailer
And I saw your fuckin titties steady bouncin like Hydraulics
And the next door neighbor had you fold like a wallet
And I got to really say I was kind of impressed
The way your heals of your feet was drivin into your chest
And I hate to interrupt while he's givin it to you
The last thing you saw was his face in my boot
Now Im on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide
They aint neva gonna catch me
I wont do a lick of time
I'll ve on a beach under an umbrella gettin blow back sippin wine
And while your laid out burnin
Lookin crispy like some KFC
Do a little soul searchin mothafucka cause never shoulda fucked with me
Now Im on the run
On the run from it all
I'd rather be shot dead
Then locked up with the law
Im runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin RUNNIN
No place to hide
And I gotta leave my whole world behind me
My dog and my double wide
And I cant take nothin
Nothin at all
Gotta leave my bucket my toaster and my saw
Had a poster of Stone Cold
Still up on the wall
Had to leave town in a hurry
Tell the police I said
Fuck y'all
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