(Haunted Mound)
(MoundRich, bitch)
Yeah, yeah
(Hauntaholics, you bastards)
Grave Man, Haunted Mound
S-S-Sematary Grave Man, I creep with the knife
HDOE got the .9, ay Ghost, grab the knife
Sematary Grave Man, I creep with the knife
I got guns, I got knives, I got scythes, I got iron
3 AM Gang, we ride in the night
I've been makin' bangers like every fuckin' night
Bitch, I'm on the creep, in the place beyond the pines
I don't like life so you know I stay high, bitch
I stay high, lace tied on the powerlines
Not a runaway ramp for my semi
But then I keep it low gear on my decline
Just to find my way back to the white line
No more to cut down, I've felled all the trust now
'Cause in the clearing, I'm safe from the fire
I'm in my cabin, Thoreau in the stash house
'Cause with no feeling, I'll face no desire
Back to the cold air, wra-wracked to the bone
Trapped in soul snares, got their hold
Bled-bled-bled out and died on the side of my road
And you'd lose it all again just to know what I know, yeah
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Holdin' up threes, bitch, it's 3 AM Gang
3 AM when we ride, bitch, stay out my way (skrrt)
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound boys reppin' 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound girls screamin' 3 AM Gang (HDOE, HDOE, Hackle Down On 'Em)
In the middle of the night, my team, we 3 AM (We 3AM)
I ain't never solo, it's always me and 'em (always me and 'em)
I ain't got no dopamine, I'm never feelin' it (no, no)
It's a dark ass night, no way you seein' me (let's get it)
Cartier eyes can see now, still can't see no way out (huh? Yo)
You can come over and find out, 3 AM gang, it's that Haunted Mound (skrrt)
Mound-MoundRich money, large amounts
Coffin sleepin' in that white shroud (HDOE)
See me on stage in your city, screamin' "HDOE!"
We turnt up way too damn much, my brain took all the damage
We 3 AM, it's 3 AM, sun down, please don't come back up (3AM Gang)
3 AM, my fuckin' gang, foggy night, got that mist brain (mist, yo)
You know I love my dirty Sprite, 30 round makin' my yoppa sing
Shawty, you can call me the blood moon rider (skrrt!)
Blangy belt rocker, Haunted Mound reaper
We all pop dope, but my dope pop better
Fine ass shawty, suck my motherfuckin' schlanger
Pills on my chicken, I'm just tryna get higher
I'm sorry, ma'am, sir, I am never sober
And I'm never friendly, goin' ghost like Casper
I got Babadook hands like Freddy Krueger
Do ya hear the bells? It's the witching hour
Ride through the night, we some Haunted Mound losers
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Holdin' up threes, bitch, it's 3 AM Gang
3 AM when we ride, bitch, stay out my way (skrrt)
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound boys reppin' 3 AM Gang
H-H-Haunted Mound girls screamin' 3 AM Gang