HALLOWED BE MY WRIST Lyrics – Sematary
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 ***
We ain’t gon’ need eyes where we’re all going
Hallowed be my wrist, ***, 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
Yeah
***, I’m booted up and I’m coming ’round
G-Money, Haunted Mound, ***, we play with rounds
And my diamonds on my wrist, yeah, hunned down
Angel wings my goons, ***, 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 ***’ mud
When I hollow out my wrist, make my *** drink all the blood
What’s the point of living if you ain’t have no ***’ fun?
Numb inside my denim trench, I’m packin’ that big loaded ***
I’m crazy, ***, don’t try me, ***, I’m stepping out in Billy’s
Constant hate, tryna find where I stay, I say, “Oh, really?”
*** with all y’all say, give a *** ’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 *** ’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)
***, we breathin’ in them toxic fumes, you know that *** is fatal
So my brain ain’t feelin’ right today, I think my *** 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
*** the law and all them cops, we still screaming, “*** 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 *** end, HDOE
Hallowed be my wrist, wash it in the blood
I don’t repent my sins, I don’t give a ***
We ain’t gon’ need eyes where we’re all going
Hallowed be my wrist, ***, 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