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Hallowed Be My Wrist
Sematary Feat. Sickboyrari, Hackle & Turnabout
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H-H-H-Hauntaholics
Real Haunted Mound
Haunted Mound and Goth Money, we'll see you in hell
Yeah
Hallowed be my wrist, wash it in the blood
I don't repent my sins, I don't give a fuck
We ain't gon' need eyes where we're all going
Hallowed be my wrist, bitch, I'm so gone
I'm posted in the graveyard, smokin' all alone
Off a oxycodone in my black cathedral, yeah
True Religion double stitch I'm rocking at the show
Hallowed be my Glock, I'm prayin' for ya damn soul
I'm smokin' coffin nails, it look like Silent Hill
I'll hotbox the world, I'll make it Silent Hill
My chains like Hellraiser, I can't feel none
Haunted Mound and Goth Money, we'll see you in hell
Bitch, I'm booted up and I'm coming 'round
G-Money, Haunted Mound, bitch, we play with rounds
And my diamonds on my wrist, yeah, hunned down
Angel wings my goons, bitch, I'm with the Mound
Got it out the mud, smokin' on the pound
In a foreign, with my cutter, finna cut 'em down
I'm with HDOE, I'm with Sematary, hunt 'em down
Free my dawg out the cage, free the bloodhound
Turnabout still breaking necks, stomp head into the fuckin' mud
When I hollow out my wrist, make my bitch drink all the blood
What's the point of living if you ain't have no fuckin' fun?
Numb inside my denim trench, I'm packin' that big loaded gun
I'm crazy, bitch, don't try me, bitch, I'm stepping out in Billy's
Constant hate, tryna find where I stay, I say, "Oh, really?"
Fuck with 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 trippin'
Give a fuck 'bout what they say though
Pop a xan, I'm up on stage
Pouring lava like a volcano
After the show, I'll re-up on them guns
I'll call up HDOE, HDOE, HDOE, HDOE
HDOE, HDOE
HDOE, HDOE, HDOE
Haunted Mound meet Goth Money, we posted on the dirt road (HDOE)
Bitch, we breathin' in them toxic fumes, you know that shit is fatal
So my brain ain't feelin' right today
I think my shit is corrupt (HDOE)
God damn, my chest is caving in from two Marlboro cigarettes
I look over at Grave Man, two packs in, how you doing this?
The Oxy now, I'm feelin' it
My eyes closing, I'm noddin' (Noddin')
Hallowed be my left wrist, and Grave Man, that's my right hand
Fuck the law and all them cops, we still screaming, "Fuck all of 'em"
Butcher House not safe, surprised it ain't been condemned
We been up for six days, don't know when we gon' sleep again
I'm a Haunted Mound boy, you know that's till the fucking end, HDOE
Hallowed be my wrist, wash it in the blood
I don't repent my sins, I don't give a fuck
We ain't gon' need eyes where we're all going
Hallowed be my wrist, bitch, I'm so gone
I'm posted in the graveyard, smokin' all alone
Off a oxycodone in my black cathedral, yeah
True Religion double stitch I'm rocking at the show
Hallowed be my Glock, I'm prayin' for ya damn soul
I'm smokin' coffin nails, it look like Silent Hill
I'll hotbox the world, I'll make it Silent Hill
My chains like Hellraiser, I can't feel none
Haunted Mound and Goth Money, we'll see you in hell
Haunted Mound
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