Boondox Throw Away Lyrics

[Boondox:]
Aside of whisky, feelin frisky, all the wisdom
Wishin that a motherf*cker would diss me while I'm tipsy
I'm a gypsy with a pissy attitude
And my latitude is only 6 degrees from bad mood
I'm not a bad dude, just scruffy beard and tattoos
And my bad views might seem a little too taboo
They only hate me cause my mind's in the gutter
For my filthy f*ckin mouth, apologies to my mother
For my filthy f*ckin flow, no apologies needed
For my roots planted in the red clay, deep-seated
Yeah I'm heated with a middle finger pointed at the burbs
Preacher speakin to the heathens only using two words
f*ck you!

[Jamie Madrox:]
Oh, misconfused
And I've been used up and thrown away by the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose all the games I play
With the world you love but I'll never love that way

[Boondox:]
I got welts from bible belts and cold spheres
And they wonder why the hell that I'm so pissed
And off my rocker like my papa with a twelve gauge
Rock salt, poppin ass, some junkie in a driveway
Doin it my way, "f*ck em", my philosophy
Swingin mahogany at bastards with apostrophes
A trailer park heart, Christian in the cul-de-sac
White trash delinquent and lookin for a skull to crack I use a pen, it's just like minutes on a TracFone
Confessin, I'm sick of motherf*ckers with no back bone
I'm not alone, got an army full of heathens
They was raised like me and they feelin how I'm feelin

[Jamie Madrox:]
Oh, misconfused
And I've been used up and thrown away by the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose all the games I play
With the world you love but I'll never love that way

[Boondox:]
No B.C. for me please, I'm okay
I see things differently since 08'
I might give a f*ck, just quit giving a f*ck
If you ain't like the shit I spit then you is shit outta luck
I might get outta truck with the m2 benelli
Buck shot to the belly, through your f*ckin pelle pelle
I'm a silly hillbilly with a mental condition
A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition
A southern tradition, Boondox the scarecrow
Georgia to the bone, wicked to the marrow
The King of Heathen's keeps on fiendin for a reason
Murder in the sky, it's the season of the demon

[Jamie Madrox:]
Oh, misconfused
And I've been used up and thrown away by the world you love again
Oh, I'm just like you
And I always seem to lose all the games I play
With the world you love but I'll never love that way