Hallowed Be My Wrist (feat. Sickboyrari, Turnabout & Hackle)

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