[Intro: Sematary]

H-H-Haunted Mound

Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing

Yelling at the sunset (Yea, yea, yea), light myself on fire

Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield (Scarecrows)

Throwing a molotov

[Chorus: Sematary]

Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing

Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire

Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield

Throwing a molotov (Molotov)

Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys

Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper

I'm a real scarecrow

Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow (Scarecrow)

[Verse 1: Sematary]

I'm a scarecrow stuck in my wicked scarecrow ways (Scarecrow)

All or nothing, this them "all or nothing" days (All or nothin')

Posted in the cornfield like a scarecrow with my haunted boys (Gang)

Smoke so many cancer sticks, she top me, damn, she say it burn

AK in my pocket, pull it out like Mary Poppins (Ha)

We got dumb long musket cutters just like Davy Crockett (Crockett)

Got you screaming "mother", just like Danzig (Mother)

By the old-ass willow tree, burlap mask still creepin' (Creepin')

Daytime nightmares, you better beware

Scarecrow shawty, I'ma call up Buckshot (Buck, Buck)

Riding a black hearse through my forest

Wood still burning, posted up like a scarecrow

[Chorus: Sematary & Buckshot]

Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing

Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire

Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield

Throwing a molotov (Molotov)

Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys

Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper

I'm a real scarecrow (Ah)

Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow (Scarecrow)

[Verse 2: Buckshot]

Moon eclipses, sun illuminated through my eyes

Flock of birds dropping dead, raining from the sky (Sky)

Broken down sawmill still ripping through my mind (Mind)

Candle wax dripping down, bleeding on the shrine (Shrine)

Scarecrow, scarecrow, I'm a real scarecrow

Talking to myself when I'm walking on the railroad

Hit the dead end, finally found out where the path go

I've been up for days, tryna kick it with my shadow

Broken down, broken down, alone in a ghost town

Backing on your steps, but you don't know where to go now

Paranoia pushing through, holding on to hope

Nothing really matters when you’re lost on a dirt road

Born in the field, I'm a child of the corn (Ah-ah)

I stayed up for three weeks, staying up for three more (Ah)

Fuck a real-life, Haunted Mound live in lore (Ah)

Dead dog farm, blood red barn door (Ah)

[Chorus: Sematary]

Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing

Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire

Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield

Throwing a molotov

Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys

Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper

I'm a real scarecrow

Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow (Scarecrow)

[Outro: Sematary & Buckshot]

(Ah) Screaming Forest (Ah)

I'm a real scarecrow (Ah)

Yea, I'm a real scarecrow (Ah)