Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inbread Evil, artist - Boondox. Album song Krimson Creek, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Inbread Evil |
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 |