A tisket
A tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the doors
Praying that he passes
A vision of the dead
In the inbred backwoods
Motherfucker born inside a toolshed
Mama never loved me
Never gave me no attention
Daddy was a rapist
Thirty years upstate Fulton County Prison
And I was raised by my own will
Surviving off of scraps of bones
Bear traps and roadkill
Spending my days and nights all alone
And my mind is gone
There's something wrong with my dome
They should've put me in a tomb
I didn't ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now I walk with a scythe and a murderous ability
Corn-fed motherfucker filled with hositlity
Cracked out and I'm gone off that moonshine
180-proof wine made from a muscadine
Out in these cornfields
Learning all these wicked skills
Swinging
Slicing
Chopping
Dicing
Country boy born to kill
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the fields
Blood pouring like rain
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the fields
Blood pouring like rain
Don't get lost in these woods
In your black expidition
On this dark dirt road
So suspiscious
Just trees and ditches
Headlights flicker and it's got you turning switches
Now you're so damn scared you're about to shit in your britches
You can't think straight
All you hear is heavy breathing
Are your eyes just deceiving
What it is that you're seeing
When I pull up in the Eight-Four
Pistol in the floorboard
Blast out your back glass
Got you screaming 'oh no'
You finna know the reason and you're about to find out
What it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Being stalked by the Scarecrow
The bloodline of Malachi
I hear these voices talking
They won't leave me alone
Tell me to snatch this bitch up by her hair
And drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pickup truck
Can't wait to get her home and hold her
Bleed her
Then chop her up
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the fields
Blood pouring like rain
A demon spawn
The child of a bastard son
Seven born of seven and the seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the fields
Blood pouring like rain
A tisket
A tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the doors
Praying that he passes
A tisket
A tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the doors
Praying that he passes
A tisket
A tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the doors
Praying that he passes
A tisket
A tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the doors
Praying that he passes
A tisket
A tasket
The Scarecrow's out his casket
Turn out the lights and lock the doors
Praying that he passes
CITEȘTI
Psychopathic Records Lyrics
AlteleI got bored and I ran out of ideas for stories. Whoop whoop! By FireTail and Cakeisspeed1
