Lyrics from Live Performance
[Intro: Sematary]
Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound
Hahaha
Ha
Haunted Mound
Haunted Mound
Stay in my haunted house, I call it the butcher house
H-H-H-Hauntaholics
[Verse 1: Sematary]
Haunted Mound, bitch, stick that cutter in your damn mouth
Sematary Grave Man, haunted 'til 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
[Chorus: Sematary & Hackle]
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)
[Verse 2: Hackle]
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')
[Chorus: Sematary]
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
(Turn, Turn, Turn, Turn, Turn, Turn, Turn, Turn)
[Verse 3: Turnabout]
Haunted Mound Reapers, all rise for a fuckin' thug
Haunted Mound, we playin' with them knives 'cause we in the cut
Haunted Mound runnin' through my blood, runnin' through my heart
Bow down, [?] take some for you, you can call me for the Wok' (yeah, yeah)
You know I got a lot so watch where you walk
Fuck the Glock, I got stilettos, ninety-nine [?] (boom, boom)
You lead a worthless life, get a fucking job
Let's talk about me goin' on my [?] still a fuckin' mob
Turn' cuttin out yo heart
Soul gather, blammer, take your life and then I take some more
[?] bullshittin' my life is like a fuckin' chore
The only thing I raise my voice
Only when I want some more
Haunted Mound kick in your door
Move on the fuckin' floor
Move for your fuckin' lord
Move [?] Haunted Mound [?] control [?]
Pass the mic to Buck, let's go
[Verse 4: Buckshot]
Buckshot in this bitch, I'm on the Mound, I'm finna live forever
Off the drugs, off the pills, high altitude, I won't remember
I'm in Reaper's backyard
My whole team's going hard
Breakin' all the burning cars
Posted in the Butcher House
[?] goin' far
Blindfolded, broken phone
Where we at? Bitch, far from home
Where to find the body? No one knows
Stayin' at the payphone, John Doe
You better go, [?]
On the Mound, where no one knows
Goin' out, I'm goin' home
I'm still in the same clothes
Walkin' up, [?] to see where the sun rose
Creepin' through the sunroof
Brown, black, and bloody nose
[?] cold blood [?] stole your fuckin' soul
[?] shit, starin' at the ceiling
[?] got a bad feelin'
[Chorus: Sematary]
Haunted Mound, Haunted Mound, Haunted Mound, hahahahahaha
Haunted Mound, Haunted Mound, Haunted Mound, hahahahahaha
H-H-H-Hauntaholics
