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Boondox

Peck Your Eyes Out

 

Peck Your Eyes Out

(álbum: The Murder - 2017)


Ha, call it the clique, the crew, the flock, the family
The murder, we coming to claim they eye
Sockets, hot, better get oven mitts
Spitting sickness, I don't forgive anybody that shits
Can't kill their bad taste or spectate their prey
When you making power moves to elude the magistrate
Judge make them bitches die first, consider them threats
When The Scarecrow's on the front lawn without a head
Sicker than He Who Walks Behind the Rows
Not a story, your fable more of a myth, I suppose
Trailer by the woods with the lumberjack flannel
Surrounded by free thinkers, fuck sheep and cattle
I'm back and looking to get a piece of it
So we've arrived, don't fall off, I'm killing idiots
Recognize the eyes of bitches who can't see me
'Til I'm incarcerated, red and blue lights before your TV
New saint the man, yeah, he a crow
With jet black eyes and a skin white as a snow
New day, fuck all those who can't get with the times
And still want to look to me for some old nursery rhymes
Well, eeny meeny miney mo, catch a killer by the toe
I'm a scarecrow, I don't really give a fuck about a hater or a bitch ho
I'ma peck they eyes out and stuffing some of they feathers all in they smart mouth
Fuck fire, you bitches be on time
I done want 'em to stop, watching waiting for them to black out
Four slugs and a mag gon' blow your back out
Want more tenants to inhabit my haunted birdhouse
One flew over the cuckoo's nest, I'm a mess
Been everywhere from the Northeast to the Southwest
But I'm Dirty South down first day
With a mason jar of Moonshine while I'm letting the crows play
Feast now, I'ma go and swipe the flies away
You know how they gather when dead bodies decay
Cycle of life, cycle of sickness
Top to the bottom, I want so many names up on my shit list
And this is the beginning, I'm redder than rage
Immersed in the thoughts of my wicked bloodletting
It might sound absurd, even upsetting
I don't give a fuck and I think that you're all forgetting
That you been lucky I've been the one that's keeping you living
The murder is upon you when there is to no forgiving
So I take the soul, let the crows pick the bones
Blood leaking out the vein will have these hoes changing skin tone
On they knees begging "I don't wanna die"
When they kneeling at the feet of the son of Malachi
I'm the king of Heathens, the reason for all the bleeding
I'ma start up on the tongue of every single nonbeliever
I'm The Reaper creeping with a twelve gauge
Take 'em fully out on that slug, leave a crater in a hater
Elevate 'em straight to hell on that one way ticket
When I hit 'em in his eyes, two piece with a biscuit
Outcast that outlast the masses
We done flip a script and turn a bitch into a bastard
Quick to flick a BiC and turn a bastard into ashes
Put you in a casket quicker than camera flashes
Boondox the Scarecrow, the sickest here
I really predicted to spit the wicked by the tar
Sickest to break it than hieroglyphics by the pharaoh
A twisted Majik Ninja to the motherfucking marrow
Be scared ho, the Southern Devil's returned
And I'm on that I don't give a fuck, I want to watch it all burn

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