We Don't Dial 911
I don't, I have no idea
Ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics
Real Haunted Mound
Help me God
I don't dial 911
I don't call the fucking coroner
We already dug a fucking plot
Leave you down in forever box
I don't dial 911
We don't call the fucking coroner
Bitch, you said that you wanna die
Are you ready? Now it's time to die
Haunted Mound reapers put you in the dirt, boy
I got a badass witch, like Anya-Taylor Joy
I'm a dirty boy, Truey boy, sinner boy
Matter of fact, bitch, I'm a fucking Mound boy
Walk up in my house, if ya think it's worth your life
My wired bat strong with me, she gon' blow your mind
Mud up in my chalice, fucking up my kidney right
Blood ritual in the Butcher House, forever night
I'll gouge out your eyes and sing you a lullaby
I got hatred, fuck the world and I'll fuck your wife
Haunted Mound, we're the things that go bump in the night
Voices in my head tell me, "Grab the knife"
See, if my double barrel
Don't blow you down, down, down to hell
Drowning in a sea of tears
I'll still blast his ass, oh, oh, oh, well
I don't dial 911
I don't call the fucking coroner
We already dug a fucking plot
Leave you down in forever box
I don't dial 911
We don't call the fucking coroner
Bitch, you said that you wanna die
Are you ready? Now it's time to die
Ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics
Real Haunted Mound
Help me God
I don't dial 911
I don't call the fucking coroner
We already dug a fucking plot
Leave you down in forever box
I don't dial 911
We don't call the fucking coroner
Bitch, you said that you wanna die
Are you ready? Now it's time to die
Haunted Mound reapers put you in the dirt, boy
I got a badass witch, like Anya-Taylor Joy
I'm a dirty boy, Truey boy, sinner boy
Matter of fact, bitch, I'm a fucking Mound boy
Walk up in my house, if ya think it's worth your life
My wired bat strong with me, she gon' blow your mind
Mud up in my chalice, fucking up my kidney right
Blood ritual in the Butcher House, forever night
I'll gouge out your eyes and sing you a lullaby
I got hatred, fuck the world and I'll fuck your wife
Haunted Mound, we're the things that go bump in the night
Voices in my head tell me, "Grab the knife"
See, if my double barrel
Don't blow you down, down, down to hell
Drowning in a sea of tears
I'll still blast his ass, oh, oh, oh, well
I don't dial 911
I don't call the fucking coroner
We already dug a fucking plot
Leave you down in forever box
I don't dial 911
We don't call the fucking coroner
Bitch, you said that you wanna die
Are you ready? Now it's time to die
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Writer(s): Zane Steckler
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