Boondox, Axe Murder Boyz - The Harvest lyrics

It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
It's the time of the harvest, your time
It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
It's the time of the harvest, your time

My ride broke down on a mountain of dust
I'm lost
With nobody around I can't fuck with the cost
Of the cell phone or tow
Truck or even the cops
Nobody gonna find me until
My cold heart stops
I started walkin' and all of a sudden
The sky became rain
Seen a house down the way
Lookin' fuckin' insane
With no windows or locks
So I stepped inside the room
Anything can really happen
So I'm tryin' to leave soon
And then I seen the blade
Hangin' down from the wall
There's no explanation for the
Crazy shit I saw it got me trippin' but I
Reached for the steel anyway
That's all I can state because after that day
They say too many people died
At that main highway
I guessed I murder 'em all when
I'm possessed by the blade
(Possessed by the blade)
So they lockin' my up for
Life and now I'm gone (Now I'm gone)
And the only thing on my mind
Is what I did wrong

It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
(When the sling blade works in ways
It's so wicked
To y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die
Die) it's the time of the harvest, your time
(In the field with cold chills
When blood spills is
Drippin', we all die, die
Die, die, die, die, die)
It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
(When the sling blade works in ways
It's so wicked
To y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die
Die) it's the time of the harvest, your time
(In the field with cold chills
When blood spills is
Drippin', we all die, die
Die, die, die, die, die)

When I feel I got the urge to kill
As if for real, i draw a blank and then
I'm reachin' for steel
The sharpest razor blades that
Made my first rate
Hands of unbelievers full of murder and hate
Used by many souls, many years on the crops
Slicin' through dicin' though wheat
And corn stalks but when I grab it
Somethin' happens that hears all
Of my confessions
Takin' control of my emotions
Like a demon possession
No remorse in my heart for the
Things it made me do
All the blood that was shed
Like it wasn't even true
Wake up in cold sweat, sheets covered in red
Then the flashbacks hit me of
All the bodies we bled
Was it true? Did I do all
These things in my brain?
Was the sling blade cursed or
Was I going insane? I ran out the front door
And just looked all around
100 headless corpses layin' all
Over the ground

It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
(When the sling blade works in ways
It's so wicked
To y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die
Die) it's the time of the harvest, your time
(In the field with cold chills
When blood spills is
Drippin', we all die, die
Die, die, die, die, die)
It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
(When the sling blade works in ways
It's so wicked
To y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die
Die) it's the time of the harvest, your time
(In the field with cold chills
When blood spills is
Drippin', we all die, die
Die, die, die, die, die)

I got it in my hands
And a feelin' rush though
Ain't nobody know what to do when
My sling blade fucks you
Cuts through with a one, two
I drop poison on my airplane
When I crop dust you
See, I gotta put food on the table
And give sacrifice to the gods that I pray to
And that means that nothing can save you
Apologize to Mother Earth for what
The humans raped you
I race through the fields and chase you
With fast pace your back breaks
When the sight takes you
Then I drag you back by the hair to my shack
Button up my coat and dissect your throat
I cut out the flesh, the pieces are so big
I put 'em through a shredder then
I feed 'em to my pig
And I know the job will move a little slow
But the harvest is in and
I'ma sweep what we sew

It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
(When the sling blade works in ways
It's so wicked
To y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die
Die) it's the time of the harvest, your time
(In the field with cold chills
When blood spills is
Drippin', we all die, die
Die, die, die, die, die)
It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
(When the sling blade works in ways
It's so wicked
To y'all to die, die, die, die, die, die
Die) it's the time of the harvest, your time
(In the field with cold chills
When blood spills is
Drippin', we all die, die
Die, die, die, die, die)

It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
It's the time of the harvest, your time
It's the time for the harvest
Time of the harvest
It's the time of the harvest, your time

She's lickin' my balls (Lickin' balls)
Behind the shed (Behind the shed)
I skeet on her face (In her eye)
And puke on her head (On her head)
I'm drunk off that-