Hearse Junt
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Moving in the dead
Of night
This psychopath
Will take your life
With no remorse
But only spite
He'll hunt you down
Stay out of sight
Unless you want to
Meet the knife
You better lock
Your doors at night
Creeping through
Your alley now
I move so quiet
You won't hear a sound
Your heart is pounding
Oh so loud
The paranoia
Starts to mount
This torturer he
Knows no bounds
We gonna put you in a mound
No evidence at
The scene
Krypt keepa
Always clean
Put your corpse
In a bag
Drive to the
Evergreens
Deep in the woods
Where your body
Will not be seen
Chop your ass up
Must dismember
Appendices
Once I am
Finished
Removing the limbs
From thee
splattered remains
Will be scattered
Amongst The trees
So many pieces
Call that a tough puzzle, g
Gory jigsaw
With your head
As the centerpiece
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Whipping it
In that
Hearse junt now
Rolling around
The fucking town
Packing the bodies in the trunk
With them Caskets heading
To the mound
Digging up ditches
For them bitches
All you bustas
Going in
The ground
Like a dog
You get put down
Should have never
Come around
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Moving in the dead
Of night
This psychopath
Will take your life
With no remorse
But only spite
He'll hunt you down
Stay out of sight
Unless you want to
Meet the knife
You better lock
Your doors at night
Creeping through
Your alley now
I move so quiet
You won't hear a sound
Your heart is pounding
Oh so loud
The paranoia
Starts to mount
This torturer he
Knows no bounds
We gonna put you in a mound
No evidence at
The scene
Krypt keepa
Always clean
Put your corpse
In a bag
Drive to the
Evergreens
Deep in the woods
Where your body
Will not be seen
Chop your ass up
Must dismember
Appendices
Once I am
Finished
Removing the limbs
From thee
splattered remains
Will be scattered
Amongst The trees
So many pieces
Call that a tough puzzle, g
Gory jigsaw
With your head
As the centerpiece
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Creeping to
The woods
I grab my pistol
And my shovel
Whipping it
In that
Hearse junt now
Rolling around
The fucking town
Packing the bodies in the trunk
With them Caskets heading
To the mound
Digging up ditches
For them bitches
All you bustas
Going in
The ground
Like a dog
You get put down
Should have never
Come around
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Writer(s): Gilbert Pompa Jr.
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