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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, I'm smokin' all alone
Off a Oxycodone in my black cathedral
True Religion double stitch I'm rocking at the show
Hallowed be my Glock, I'm prayin' for ya damned 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 Hеllraiser, I can't feel none
Haunted Mound and Goth Monеy, we'll see you in hell
(Yeah)

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 in 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

Tur-Tur-Turnabout still breaking necks, stomp head into the fuckin' mud
When I hollow out my wrist, make my bitch drink up all the blood (blood)
What's the point of living if you ain't having no fuckin' fun?
Up inside my denim trench, I'm packin' that big loaded gun (blaow, blaow)
I'm crazy, bitch, don't try me, bitch, I'm stepping out in Billy's (Billy's)
Constant hate, tryna find where I stay, I say: Oh, really? (Oh, 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 trippin' (ah)
Give a fuck 'bout what they say though
Pop a xan, I'm up on stage, pour lava like volcano
After the show, I'll re-up on 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 just from two Marlboro cigarettes
I look over at Grave Man, two packs in, how you doing this? (What?)
The oxy now, I'm feelin' it
My eyes closin', I'm noddin' (noddin')
Hallowed be my left wrist, and Grave Man, that's my right hand (HDOE)
Fuck the law and all them cops, we still scream: 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, I'm smokin' all alone
Off a Oxycodone in my black cathedral
True Religion double stitch I'm rocking at the show
Hallowed be my Glock, I'm prayin' for ya damned 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