Lyrics of 'Haunted Mound Reapers (feat. Hackle)' by Sematary

Hauntaholics, real haunted mound
Hahaha
Ha
Haunted mound
Haunted mound
Stay in my haunted house, I call it the butcher house
Ha-ha-hauntaholics

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' with the haunted mound
I been smokin' coffin nails, ash 'em in my bitch mouth
When I bring my chainsaw out (yeah), sound like the screams of hell (yeah)
Boy said he so hard, watch his skin drying out
Sematary pull up with two knives, do ya funky town
I'ma take your jaw bone, you can't tell me shit now
Stay 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 you forever if I die today
Try the haunted mound, boy, you can die today

Haunted mound, haunted mound, haunted mound, hahahahahaha
Haunted mound, haunted mound, haunted mound, hahahahahaha
Haunted mound, haunted mound, haunted mound, hahahahahaha
(Go, go, go, go)
Haunted mound, haunted mound, haunted mound, hahahahahaha
(Hdoe, hdoe, hdoe, hdoe, hdoe, hdoe, hdoe)

Hackle down on 'em, coming straight from the haunted mound
I put you down in the ground, your bitch want me to fuck her mouth
That bitch, she want a golden shower (hdoe)
Throw her ass up in the cellar (hdoe)
Ak-47, mac-10, even got a smith & wesson (yeah)
In the butcher house with grave man (hdoe)
Hearing all the walls creaking (hdoe)
Turn around, I'll lose my mind (hdoe, hdoe)
I'm staring at my shadow dancing
Haunted mound, haunted mound
I'm comin' from the haunted mound (yeah)
I only love my ak, the only one to make me smile
Drivin' through the coffin town with grave man, got the cutter out (hdoe)
You best get comfortable, you gon' have to stay a while
My IQ low but I go dumb, the haunted mound where we all from
I'm smoking up another one, I'm gunsmith, you better duck
We turning up and throwing up, I call up buck, he got the drugs
This that haunted mound forever, bitch, you know this the anthem (hackle down on em')

Haunted mound, haunted mound, haunted mound, hahahahahaha
Haunted mound, haunted mound, haunted mound, hahahahahaha
Haunted mound, haunted mound, haunted mound, hahahahahaha
Haunted mound, haunted mound, haunted mound, hahahahahaha

Death, madness, murder and mayhem
It's the real haunted mound, in your town
Hauntaholics