[Verse 1: Boondox]
Welcome to the South, you got a pretty mouth
And if it make a sound I'll take your tongue and rip it out
And please excuse the mess, I wasn't expecting guests
But since you're here we might as well just try and make the best
Why you out here all alone? On your own so far from home?
And who you thinkin' 'bout callin' stop with the scrollin', give me that fuckin' phone
Ain't nobody gon' hear you scream and hell naw, this ain't no dream
You dancin' with the devil, now some things about to get extrеme
You seem a little tensе and once again excuse my manners
It must be a little stressful, me here standing with a hammer
But I promise it don't matter, I got something else in mind
And even though I love the spatter, I think I'ma take my time

[Chorus: Skribbal]
She my baby, my darling, she harvest the garden
Yeah, she precious like candy, she thirsty, that bitch starving
All we do is sit around, soaking in the blood
It's a flood, soak it up, I'm in love with my pitchfork
She my baby, my darling, she harvest the garden
Yeah, she precious like candy, she thirsty, that bitch starving
All we do is sit around, soaking in the blood
It's a flood, soak it up, I'm in love with my pitchfork

[Verse 2: Boondox]
My girl is starving, yeah, I call her Clementine
And oh my daughter I think that you gon' like this friend of mine
She all about that loving, and her kiss is soft
But if you keep on struggling, bitch, then I promise you gon' piss her off
'Cause this shit lovely, just beautiful from head to toe
Not very cuddly but when she grab you, she ain't letting go
And she just let me know that she ready to play
So I'll undo this rope, then bitch you need to run away
I'm playin', we ain't chasin', but you should have seen your face
I think it's time we feed her craving, she been waiting for a taste
When she enter you I promise you ain't never felt this way
She my pitchfork, your God is predator and you're the prey
[Chorus: Skribbal]
She my baby, my darling, she harvest the garden
Yeah, she precious like candy, she thirsty, that bitch starving
All we do is sit around, soaking in the blood
It's a flood, soak it up, I'm in love with my pitchfork
She my baby, my darling, she harvest the garden
Yeah, she precious like candy, she thirsty, that bitch starving
All we do is sit around, soaking in the blood
It's a flood, soak it up, I'm in love with my pitchfork