In Tha Field Where I Found U
Haunted Mound
Ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics
You're a Goner
Real Haunted Mound
Yeah
Little bitch, I'm a fucking mound boy (mound boy)
Nah, I ain't tryna look back, boy (nah)
Come around here, take your soul, boy (take your soul)
Little bitch, I'm a fucking mound boy (mound boy)
Nah, I ain't tryna look back, boy (nah)
Come around here, take your soul, boy (take your soul)
Leave you by the cornfield with no soul, boy (no soul, boy)
Bitch, I'm from the mound, boy, you don't belong here
Talm 'bout you don't believe in skinwalkers, I will show ya
I guess you don't believe in me, too bad, I'm gon' haunt ya
Wouldst thou like to see the world? Girl, I will show ya
Fuck the world, stay in my Butcher House
Haunted Mound till I'm in the ground
I wanna stay forever
In the field where I found ya
Dead deer on my Chevy truck
I love my sunshine like my chainsaw
Gravestone by the river
Rotting in the field where I found ya
Little bitch, I'm a fucking mound boy (mound boy)
Nah, I ain't tryna look back, boy (nah)
Come around here, take your soul, boy (take your soul)
Leave you by the cornfield with no soul, boy (no soul, boy)
Aaahhh
Nah, I ain't tryna look back, boy
Ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics
You're a Goner
Real Haunted Mound
Yeah
Little bitch, I'm a fucking mound boy (mound boy)
Nah, I ain't tryna look back, boy (nah)
Come around here, take your soul, boy (take your soul)
Little bitch, I'm a fucking mound boy (mound boy)
Nah, I ain't tryna look back, boy (nah)
Come around here, take your soul, boy (take your soul)
Leave you by the cornfield with no soul, boy (no soul, boy)
Bitch, I'm from the mound, boy, you don't belong here
Talm 'bout you don't believe in skinwalkers, I will show ya
I guess you don't believe in me, too bad, I'm gon' haunt ya
Wouldst thou like to see the world? Girl, I will show ya
Fuck the world, stay in my Butcher House
Haunted Mound till I'm in the ground
I wanna stay forever
In the field where I found ya
Dead deer on my Chevy truck
I love my sunshine like my chainsaw
Gravestone by the river
Rotting in the field where I found ya
Little bitch, I'm a fucking mound boy (mound boy)
Nah, I ain't tryna look back, boy (nah)
Come around here, take your soul, boy (take your soul)
Leave you by the cornfield with no soul, boy (no soul, boy)
Aaahhh
Nah, I ain't tryna look back, boy
Credits
Writer(s): Sematary Grave Man, Gonerville Hm
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