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LYRICS:
Haunted Mound Bitch Stick that cutter in your Damn Mouth
Sematary grave man Haunted Till i’m in the Ground
still in the butcher house
coolin w the haunted mound
i been smokin coffin naaaaails, ashem in my bitch mouth
when i bring my chainsaw out
sound like the screams of hell
boy said he so hard watch his skin dryin out
sematary pull up with 2 knives do ya funky town
Imma take your Jaw bone you can’t tell me shit Now
stayyyy in my haunted house i call it the butcher house
murder house snuff house haunted house my butcher house
look at my belt and my chain and my watch partner
look at my knives and my guns and my soul partner
i flex so damn hard you’d think it was a funeral
,, Lord forgive me on highway to hell forever
HAUNTED MOUND REAPERS put you down in the grave
angels haunt My team haunted souls in my chain
i’ll haunt ya forever if i die today
try the haunted mound boy you can die today
HAUNTED , MOUND
HAUNTED , MOUND
HAUNTED , MOUND
HAHAHAHAHAHA
Hackle Down on Em comin straight from tha haunted mound
I put you down in tha ground
ur bitch want me to fuck her mouth
That bitch she want a golden shower
Throw her ass up in tha cellar
AK47 MAc10 even gotta smith n wesson
In the butcher house w graveman
Hearin all tha wallsss creakin
Turn around i lose my mind
Im staring at my shadow dancin
haunted mound haunted mound
I’m coming from tha haunted mound
Only love my AK tha only one to make me smile
Drivin thru tha coffin town
Wit graveman got tha cutter out
you best get comfortable you gon have to stay awhile
My IQ low but i go dumb
tha Haunted Mound where we all from
I’m smoking up another one
I’m gunsmith u better duck
We turnin up n throwin up
i call up buck he got tha drugs
This that haunted mound forever
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BABAYAGA
02:45
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Hop up Inna Hearse Now i’m swervin off
Voices In my Head Got me fucked Uppppp
Look like Pyramid Head When my Cutter Up
Bitch i’m Babayaga With My cutter Up
Bitch i’m Babayaga Wit Ma cutter Up
Bitch i’m Babayaga With My cutters Up
Bitch i’m Babayaga With My cutterUp
Bitch i’m Babayaga With My cutters Up
i Coukd never change nah
i think i’m a Slave to it
shawty Is a slave to me
She gon be my Ritual
Fuckin w the haunted Mound
he Can get it Layd down
sheet over his head
Now it’s a Fucking Ghost House
Ridn Round , Ridn Round
Imma walk up to your House
Little Lamb little Lamb Babayaga Getcha Now
I been Waitin in The dark
Born 2 die So I go Hard
Robin jeans n truey Jeans i’m swagging Till i’m in the Dart
Mother fuck My liver Mix the Oxy with The Alcahol
I only got Livin I don’t Need A normal life atall
nose Is fuckn bleedin From the coke I wasted all the Love
In my Butcher house Fucking tweakin Bitch Fuck all Of Yall
keep a blade on me So you better beeee nice to me
Hatin ass Bitch Go aheadddd Fucking Step to Me
I will live Forever this body don’t mean None to me
Haunted Mound bitch and thats all All imma ever Be
Grave Man
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Lil bitch Imma Fucken Mound boy
Nah I ain’t tryna Look back Boy
Come around Here Take your soul Boy
Leave you By the Cornfield With no Soul Boy
Bitch i’m From the Mound
Boy You don’t Belong Here
Talmbout don’t believe In Skinwalkers I will Show ya
guess You don’t believe in Me Too Bad I’m Gon Haunt Ya
Wouldst thou Like to See the World Girl I will Show Ya
Fuck the World stay In my Butcher House
Haunted Mound till i’m Inn Tha Ground
I wanna Stay Foreva
In the Field Where I found Ya
Dead Deerrrrrrrr On my Chevy Truck
I Love my Sunshine like my Chainsaw
Gravestone by the River
Rotting In the Field Where I Found Ya
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SUFFER FT. BUCKSHOT
03:51
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Suffer My Wrist
Suffer My Wrist
Suffer My Wrist Yah
Suffer my Wrist
your lil wrist suffering Begging like jesus
suffer my wrist
suffer my neck
die for my wrist Yah
Bleed for my wrist
Diamonds show Blood like Crucifixion
Blood of the Lamb
Pour it out over my Wrist Yah
Suffer my Wrist
I do not suffer No Bitch Nah
clips on clips
Skulls on my rims They scream Yah
Suck my Dick
Make that lil Demon Bitch Kiss My wrist
Ride in a Hearse So you can Call me a Damn skull rider
Already high Look like a Dead Body gettin Higher
My Dragula Skates Bitch suckin me Look like Winona Ryder
Die For my wrist , spend it All up and Burn in That Hell Fire Forever
Grave Man I pull up With Reapers
Up in my Jeeper Creeper
Shawty got Pretty blue Eyes Imma Carve out Her Damn Peepers
I got a Hot head and a Cleaver I always got a Damn Fever
My eyes turnin so yeller when Im drankin that Tussarina
finger lickin pistol whippin
stay true like true religion
took 3 oxys i don’t feel like Livin
i live fast like affliction
Nail me to the cross
straight thru the veins
got my wrist Busted
The end is nigh
the worlds crushes
i’m off robitussin
Sufferingggg 4 My Wrist Doeeeee
In my butcher house blood On the Walls
When I die bury me in smoke
So in peace my Soul will Go
imma gettttt A Brietling
I’m all alone bitch Fuck it alll
If I die Bury it in my Tomb
So my wrist Will Be Icey Doe
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHH
Robitussin we fucked up
I’m fucked up im off 4 drugs
That Suns up and you better run
Body bag stuffed in the trunk
Could a corpse lying dead cold stiff and sadate
Even Cry in the bed that it once lay awake
I don’t know, but theres a leaking weeping dark red stain
Scrub the sheets cleaning bleaching peeling off the decay
How you gonna try crawl away from a gun shot
Skewered with an oak tree branch i just saw off
Almost autumn I’m just counting all the leaves fall
You’ll be hidden you’ll be missin on a poster dead and gone
All these wings up on my jeans
I’m not tryna go to heaven
I’m jus tryna be released
Heart beaten with a hammer
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Hallowd Be My Wrist Wash it in the Blood
Ion repent my sins Ion give a Fuck
We ain’t gon Need eyes Where we’re All goin
Hallowd Be My Wrist Bitch I’m so gone
Im posted In the grave Yard smokin all Alone
Off a Oxycodone In my Black Cathedral
True Religion Double Stitch I’m Rockin At The Show
Hallowed be My glock I’m Prayin For Ya Damn ya Soul
I’m Smokin coffin nails it look like Silent hill
i’ll Hot box the world I’ll make it silent Hill
My chains like Hellraiser I can’t Feel nun
haunted mound & Goth money
We’ll see U In Hell
turnabout
still breakin necks
stomp head into the fucken mud
when i hollow out my wrist
make my bitch drink all the blood
What’s the point of livin
if u ain’t have no fuckin fun
Up inside my denim trench
im packin that big loaded gun
i’m crazy bitch don’t try me
bitch i’m steppin in out in billy’s
constant hate
tryna find where i stay
i say o really
fuck what all
y’all say
give a fuck bout if y’all feel me
Blood mud in my cup
clots is what i’m sipping
When i crush your skull
under my rocks we’ll see who’s tripping
Give fuck bout what they say tho
Pop a xan
im up on stage
pourin lava like a volcano
after the show i’ll re up on the guns
i’ll call up hdoe
hdoe
hdoe
Hdoe Hdoe Hdoe Hdoe Hdoe
haunted mound meet goth money
we posted on the dirt road
bitch we breathing in them toxic fumes u kno that shit is fatal
so My brain ain’t feeling right today i think my shit is corrupt
god damn my chest is caving in
jus from 2 marlboro cigarettes
i look over at grave man 2 packs in how you doing this
the oxy now i’m feeling it
my eyes closing i’m nodding
Hallowed be my left wrist
and graveman that’s my right hand
fuck the law n all them cops we still screaming fuck all of em
butcher house not safe suprised it ain’t been condemned
we been up for 6 days dnt kno when we gon sleep again
imma haunted mound boy you kno that’s til the fucking end
HDOE
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HATE AND GASOLINE
02:51
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Wellllll gimme whiskey and i’ll get Loaded
Feel like a stick Man and im Burnin
Bitch I’m Blair witch I got sigil
i’m nicolas cage with the chainsaw
igot big guns and their a blowin
i got cutters and their a cutting
ima smoke till my lungs Are rotten
i’m drivin nails all up in my coffinnnn
ain’t got a passport but i got a shotgunnnn
can’t feel Nothing Bitch Nothing alll
Try the Haunted Mound you Meet your maker
Off hate and gasoline I’ll ride Forever
All I Need Hate and Gasoline
And I will Ride Hard Forever
All I Need is Hate and Gasoline
And I will Ride Hard Forever
All I Need Is Hate and Gasoline
And I will Ride Hard Forever
All I Need Is Hate and Gasoline
And I will Ride Until The End
Ride around
I ride around with Hate in my Soul
Spark a Flame Watch them Ghosts Burn up off my Zippo
Gettin gone Anesthesia my Oxycodone
Grab my mask I pull up With my fucking chrome doe
you would think i’m
HDOE the Way I Work Da Iron
Big black cadillac run you under My tires
I’ll sleep when i’m dead but i’m so so ired
i wanna set the motherfucking world on fire
Guzzolean High Got damn nmynKnife Shyne bright Comin for ya in the Night
Bitch i’m
out for blood tonight
gouged eyes power lines
Imma chase ya thru the pines
all I know I’m born to die
all i know i’m born to die
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SMOKIN OUT DA GRAVE
02:49
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Ghosts In My House Bitch I’m
Smokin Out Da Grave
In my black Cadillac Ridin Down the Range
Drankin on Some jack Till I can’t Feel a thing
Baby till i’m gone I’ll be smokin Out da Grave
Ghosts In My House Bitch I’m
Smokin Out Da Grave
In my black Cadillac Ridin Down the Range
Drankin on Some jack Till I can’t Feel a thing
I’ll be smokin Out the grave until we Meet Again
Posted by the Cross Where I put my Teddy Bear
Down on dyer Lane My dreams are Buried there
Ghosts In My Smoke I said Shawty Don’t be Scared
Throw Thy Tormented soul In The River
Pull up w my Boys Break ya Neck in Death deville
We gon take your Love and Your Drugs Die Alone
Smokin out the Plot Till i’m Gone Fuck the Law
Bury my bones Down behind my Butcher Haus
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WE DONT DIAL 911
02:46
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I don’t dial nine one oneeeeeeeeeeee
i don’t call the fucking corornerrrrrr
we already dug a fuckin plot
Leave ya down in Forever boxxxxx
I don’t dial nine one oneeeeeeeeeeee
we don’t call the Fucking corornerrrrrr
Bitch ya said that ya Wanna die
Are Ya ready? Now it’s time to dieeee
VERSE
Haunted Mound Reapers Put you in the Dirt Boy
i Got a bad ass witch like Anya taylor Joy
I’m a Dirty boy Truey Boy Sinner boy
Matter fact Bitch I’m a Fucking Mound boy
Walk up in my house If ya Think it’s Worth your Life
My Wire bat Skrong w me She gon Blow your Mind
Mud up in my Chalice Fucking up my Kidney Right
Blood Ritual in the Butcher House Forever Night
I’ll gouge out your eyes And sing you a Lullaby
I got Hatred Fuck the world I’m still In the Night
Haunted Mound we’re the things that go bump in the Night
Voicessss in my head Tell me grab the Knife
See if my double barrel
don’t blow you down down downnnnnnn to Hell
drowning in a sea of tears i’ll still Blast His ass
Oh Oh Oh Well
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big Iron on my hip I’ll see you in the Whip i’ll Make you An Angel
On my left And my Right And my Side Some Motherfuckin Angel Maker
Smokin on Cancer Smokin on ya ashes
Gettin fucked Up in The Graveyard
i don’t wanna live forever so try Me
boy Prolly Meet ya Maker
They like grave man Why youalways So damn Mean
i’m a hauntaholic bitch what you want from me
Talmbout we Don’t go hard what The fuck you Mean
i’m a vessel for The burnin hate Inside of me
black angels of The Night high off All the drugs
pop ya ass like elmer fudd laugh like donald duck
eating oxy like a grandma with a busted lung
Me N turn Some Angelmaker blow you To Kingdom Come
they makin me clean my cutter
it’s too many lives
it’s too many runnin
grave man pass me the necromicron and told me that it’s time to punchin im
crawling out the cracks of your walls boy while your sleepin u gone hear somethin
angel maker made for making souls and gutting and gutting and gutting
loadin up the angel maker with holo tips dipped in that ricin
if the bullets don’t do they job right
the poison leave you lifeless
He shorted my bread
so i shorted his life
why should i settle for less
chest tat say till death
I’m finna paint yo house red
I summoned steak up on my plate
at Peter Luger
I put 100 rounds of 9 mil lugers
in my ruger
take his body parts
i chop em up
stash em in the cooler
I’m rockin gen 1 alabaster
give a fuck bout a frank muller
i scratch the number
off my angel
got shell catcher
now you in the past
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BURN A COP CAR
02:04
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Burn A Cop Car
Burn A Cop Car
throw a molotov burn that fucking Pig alive
Burn A Cop Car
Burn A Cop Car
only good cop is a dead cop
look At my shit bitch
I got Rooms of It
I will Tear My skin off Nail yours over it
stomp a Nazi till i see the white Meat
make them little Fucking piggies Go Wee Wee
pig head On a Stick Watch the blood Drippy ddrip
Shotgun on my hip he strong that’s My Boom Stick
lipstick on my dick gettin licked by a hexed up witch
Fuck a Blue Line Hauntaholics Rest in Piss
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11. |
GO DIG MY GRAVE
02:42
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Wouldst thou Like to see the World?
thou start digging thy Shallow Grave
i’m still Weeping I cannot Pray
Yeahhh i got Bloody angel Wings
worlds burning down so baby i’ma get fade
thou start digging thy Shallow Grave
big murder tools for anyone Who Try me
Yeahh Let the Blood Spray
Ya hate Me so Much go and Dig my grave
i Smoke longhorn cus Imma Cowboy
Watch got my wrist Bleedin like a crucifixion
tell turnabout slow ass pour up the lean boy
hackle got the titty Drum i’m coming w that Cleaver
bitch I’m a people Hater
Try the haunted mound motherfucker we Soul takers
I’m ridin w that Heater
Cadillac death DeVille Run ya Bitch ass over
in the forest like Babayaga but it’s california bury you in Appalachia
oxy in my coca cola creepin At the Arco
Pissin on ur Gravestone
Lord have Mercy On my Wicked soul
Nine on me Knives on Me bb Belt Got a Silver Skull
blood sparkle Off the glare of My fucking chrome
Put it on my Headstone Bitch I said Fuck Da World
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LITTLE LAMB
02:29
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Little Lambbbbbb I’ll hold You don’t you Cryyyyyy
Little Lambbbbb I Will Sacrificeeeee
Spill Ya Blood In the Woods Tonighhttt
Father of Death , You gon Feel Alright
Little Lambbbbbb I’ll hold You don’t you Cryyyyyy
Little Lambbbbb I Will Sacrificeeeee
Spill Ya Blood In the Woods Tonighhttt
Little Lamb I’ll Hold you Don’t you Cry
VERSE
Bitch It’s Grave Man Pull up Like a Revenaght
Give a Fuckkkk I pull up with The Goats Blood
feel like Jason Mask on my face
with my Argonauts
Butcher Houseeeee I’m Rottin In my Witch Haus
Off a Oxy it’s getting real scary tonight Baby
Ridin in a coffin and Im buried In my Caddy
Laugh at the World You Ain’t Gotta to be pretty
Little lambbbbbbbb Die for Meeeeeee
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SEMATARY
@SEMATARYY
*HAUNTED MOUND*
GRAVE MAN
REAL NAZGUL KEEPER OF THE TREES CROOKED MAN TRUE RELIGION FIEND
HAUNTED MOUND LORD
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