5150

5150, 5150
Wrist so psycho, my wrist go 5150 (Moundrich, bitch)
5150, 5150
I'm a psycho put that razor to your throat
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Crank that Haunted Mound, ya cracker
3AM Gang, Round the way Boyz are creepin' through your woods
You know how I'm rockin', cut off stockings
Yoppas all up in my pockets
Boots are Rock and jeans are Robin's
Got a Breitling for the timer
Go, go, Grave Man (Hauntaholics you bastards)
(Moundrich, bitch)

5-5-5150, 5150
Wrist so psycho, my wrist go 5150
5150, 5150
I'm a psycho put that razor to your throat
5150, 5150 (H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
I'm a fuckin' flexer, my wrist go 5150
5150, 5150
Trappin' out the psych ward, my wrist go 5150

She in love with a crow, I got Robin wings though
My iced out bloody diamonds go 5150
It's so hard to fight when you wish you were never born
My wrist blazin' like the northern sky on my dark throne
Bitch, I feel sick, like Sickboy, I'm holdin' up fours
Watch me fly away, watch me fly away alone
Gri-Grim Reaper dope boy, rockin' all black clothes
Life is a highway, ride it down the back road (Skrrt, skrrt)
And my heart is so cold
My heart is so cold and my lungs are so blown (So blown)
Baby cancer smoke my cologne
Razor in ya' candy, put that cutter to your throat
Moundrich, bitch

5-5-5150, 5150
Wrist so psycho, my wrist go 5150
5150, 5150
I'm a psycho put that razor to your throat
5150, 5150
I'm a fuckin' flexer, my wrist go 5150
5150, 5150
Trappin' out the psych ward, my wrist go 5150

Skrrt, skrrt
(Moundrich) Baby cancer smoke my cologne
Damn, Haunted Mound got your speakers smokin'
Run that shit back