Paroles Seven de Boondox
- Note /5 basée sur 0 avis.
- Artiste: Boondox18167
- Chanson: Seven
- Langue:
Les chansons similaires
G's de Primer 55
everyday is the same thing, another kid shot down by the gang-bang killa on the prowl just sizin' up as the body counts keep rizin' up, yeah i ain't down with that g-shit g you fuck with me you fuck around...
Born Country de Alabama
Clear creeks and cool mountain mornin's. Honest work out in the fields. Cornbread in my momma's kitchen. Daddy saying grace before the meal. Family ties run deep in this land. And I'm never very far from...
Corn Fed de Shannon Brown
We don't' flip the bird We don't cuss and scream When the cars don't move, when the light turns green We don't lock our doors, when we leave the house There ain't nobody here that we'd keep out That's...
Born Out The Anus de Spit
I was born from my mother's anus The doctor slapped my dad I turned around and licked dear mother To taste the goods she had I was baptized in a public toilet Breast-fed by a sewer rat At night I slept...
Pull My Hair de Ying Yang Twins
[Girl Talking] Hey You You know you been talkin a lot of shit Whisperin in my ear Makin me feel all hot and bothered and shit Makin a muthafucka horny You say you can fuck Prove it [D-Roc] Look bitch...
Textes et Paroles de Seven
(A tiskit a taskit
The scarecrows out his casket
Turn out the lites and lock the doors
Prayin that he passes)
A vision of the dead and the inbread of the backwoods
Muthafucka born inside a tool shed
Momma never loved me never paid me no attention
Daddy was a rapist 30 years upstate in Fulton County Prison
And I was raised by my own will
Survivin offa scraps and bones
Bear traps and road kill
Spendin my days and my nites all alone
N my mind is gone there sumthin wrong wit my dome
They shoulda put me in that tomb
I didnt 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
A corn-fed muthafucka filled with hostility
Cracked out and im gone off the moonshine
A hundred eighty proof wine made from that muska dyin
Out in these corn fields learnin all these wicked skills
Swingin slicin choppin dicin
Country boy born to kill
(Chorus x2)
A demon spawn child of a bastard son
seven born at seven and the seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the field blood pourin like rain
Dont get lost in the woods in your black expedition
On a dark dirt road so suspicious just trees and ditches
Headlights flicker and it's got you turnin switches
Now you so damn scared you bout to shit in your britches
You cant think straight all you hear is heavy breathin
Are your eyes just deceivin wut it is that you seein
When i pull up the eight four pistol in the floorboard
Blast out your back glass got you screamin oh no
You finna know the reason adn you bout to find out
Wut it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Bein stalked by the scarecrow the blood line of Malakai
I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me alone
Tell me snatch up this bitch by her hair and drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pickup truck
Cant wait to get her home and hold her bleed her then chop her up
(Chorus x2)
(A tiskit a taskit
The scarecrows out his casket
Turn out the lites and lock the doors
Prayin that he passes)
(Thanks to jokergraphixs for these lyrics)
-
- Nouvelles paroles :
- Le lit sauvage - Quand vint la grâce - Vive les tamalous - Après les Drapeaux - L'age des possibles - DON'T STOP JAMMIN'
-
- Nouveaux artistes :
- Sébastien PERRIN - Dominique Fidanza - BIGA*RANX - Albert Babin - Guylaine et Celine Royer - Caroline Levasseur
-
- Meilleur classement :
- Comme un boomerang - La nuit je mens - Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère - Céline - La montagne - You Know Who You Are
-
- Retrouvez-nous sur Facebook :