Spirits (feat. Hackle)
Sematary
Spirits Follow Me Every Where I go
You can try the Haunted Mound, Our Cutters be up
I got a Bad bitch From Argentinia
Wire Bat on me Turn ya to spirit Orb
Spirits follow me Everywhere I go
Shakn doors breakin windows in my Butcher House
I talk to My shadowwww
When I look Ya in ya eyes I can see your soul
Well I'm a Haunted Mound cowboy
Real cowboys we’ll put Ya in Ya Tombstone
There's spirits in my House
Swear I'm not off benadryl I can hear em
Screamin forest Where the wind cries
Whisper to me like a Jack O lantern
Buck Buck like my Sawed off
Walk up in my House call the Coroner
I told you That I Was sick
She Say she love me But I'm a Haunted House
Boom stick like ash Williams
Murk em dead send him Upp With the spirits
Come meet my ak he b taking souls
Grave man smoking packs... He on a roll
We dnt gaf well take you out
Lotta guns lotta knives in tha butcher house
Ruunn up we turn you to a spirit
Take you where the trees all screaming
We gon skin you make sure that you feel it
Hackledown on em you can not forget me