[Intro]

H-H-H-Hauntaholics

Yaah

Real Haunted Mound

Grave Man

Aaahhh

[Chorus: Sematary]

Suffer my wrist, suffer my wrist

Suffer my wrist, yeah

Suffer my wrist

Your lil wrist suffering, begging like Jesus, yeah

Suffer my wrist, suffer my neck

Die for my wrist, yeah

Look at my wrist

Diamonds show blood like crucifixion

Blood of the lamb

Pour it out over my wrist, yeah

Suffer my wrist

I do not suffer no bitch, nah

Clips on clips

Skulls on my wrist, they scream, yeah

Suck my dick

Made that lil demon bitch kiss my wrist

(Hauntaholics)

[Verse 1: Sematary]

Ride in a hearse so you can call me a damn Skull Rider

Already high, look like a dead body gettin' higher

My Dragula skates, bitch suckin' me look like Winona Rydеr

Die for my wrist, spend it all up and burn in that hell firе forever

Grave Man, I pull up with reapers up in my Jeeper Creeper

Shawty got pretty blue eyes, I'ma carve out her damn peepers, yaah

I got a hot head and cleaver, I always got a damn fever, yeaaah

My eyes turning so yellow when I'm drinking that Tussarina, yeaah

Finger licking, pistol whipping, stay true like True Religion, yeah

Took three Oxys, I don't feel like living, I live fast like Affliction

I'm nailed to the cross, straight through the veins, got my wrist busted

The end is nigh, the world crushes, I'm off Robitussin

[Verse 2: Buckshot]

Robitussin, we fucked up

I'm fucked up off 4 drugs

That sun's up and you better run

There's a body bag stuffed in the trunk

Could a corpse lying dead, cold, stiff and sedate

Even cry in the bed that it once lay awake?

I don't know, but there's a leaking, weeping, dark red stain

Scrub the sheets, cleaning, bleaching, peeling off the decay

How you gonna crawl away from a gunshot?

Skewered with an oak tree branch I just sawed off

Almost autumn, I'm just counting all the leaves fall

You'll be hidden, you'll be missing, on a poster, dead and gone

All these wings up on my jeans, I'm not tryna go to heaven

I'm just tryna be released, heart beating with a hammer

[Pre-Chorus: Sematary]

Suffering for my wrist though

In my Butcher House, blood on the walls

When I die, bury me in smoke

So in peace my soul will go

I'ma get a Breitling

I'm all alone, bitch, fuck it all

If I die, bury it in my tomb

So my wrist will be icy though (Aaaaagh)

[Chorus: Sematary]

Suffer my wrist, suffer my wrist

Suffer my wrist, yeah

Suffer my wrist

Your lil wrist suffering, begging like Jesus, yeah

Suffer my wrist, suffer my neck

Die for my wrist, yeah

Look at my wrist

Diamonds show blood like crucifixion

Blood of the lamb

Pour it out over my wrist, yeah

Suffer my wrist

I do not suffer no bitch, nah

Clips on clips

Skulls on my wrist, they scream, yeah

Suck my dick

Made that lil demon bitch kiss my wrist