[AMB 2x] Its the time for the harvest Time of the harvest Its the time of the harvest Your time
[Bonez Dubb] My ride broke down on a mountain of dust im lost With nobody around i cant fuck with the cost Of the cell phone or tow truck or even the cops Nobody gonna find me untill my cold heart stopps (I started walkin' and all of a suddent the sky became rain) Seen a house on the way looked fuckin' insane With no windows or locks so i stepped inside the room Anything can really happen so im trying to leave soon (And then i seen a blade) Hangin' down from the wall theres no explaination for the crazy shit i saw Got me trippin' but i reached for the steel anyway Thats all i can say because after that day They say too many peopole died at that main highway I guessed i murdered them all when im possesed by the blade So they lockin my up for life and now im gone And the only thing on my mind is what i did wrong
[Chorus 2x] Its the time for the harvest Time of the harvest (when the sling blade works in ways thats so sticky to yall to die die die die die die die) Its the time of the harvest Your time (In the chemical chills the blood spills and drippin' we all die die die die die die die)
[Boondox] When i feel i got the urge to kill As if for real i draw a blank and then i reachin for steel The sharpest razor blades that made my first rate Hands of full believers full of murder and hate Used by many souls, many years on the crops Slicin through dicing thought wheat and corn spots But when i grab it something 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 shead like it wasnt even true Wake up in cold sweat sheets covered in red Then the flashbacks hit me of all the sould that we bled Was it true? Did i do all these things in my brain? Was the slingblade curse or was i going insane? I ran out the front door and just looked all around 100 headless corprses' laying all over the ground
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[Otis] Got it in my hands and a feelin' rush though Aint nobody know what to do when my slingblade fucks you Cuts through with a 1,2 I drop poison on my airplane when i crop dust you See i gotta put food on the table And give sacrafice to the Gods that i pray to And that means that nothing can save you Apologive to Mother Earth for what the humans bring you I raise 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 diesect your throat I cut out the flesh the pieces are so big I put 'em through a shredder then i feed them to my pig And i know the job move a little slow But the heart is dissend and imma sweep what we sew
