Planet
Haunt-O-Holixxx
Yeah, yeah
Hauntaholics, bitch
Grave Man
Haunt-O-Holixxx
Go, go, go, go (Grave Man, Grave Man)
Yawn, I'm sleepy
Noddin' like Eeyore off these fresh script yerkies
Grrah, grrah, I tote a Nini
Do you Old Yeller with my fucking Glock 30 (doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yawn, you're boring
There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snoring
Haha, I'm band-counting
Laughing to the bank, I'm MoundRich thugging (MoundRich, bitch)
Yawn, I'm sleepy
Noddin' like Eeyore off these fresh script yerkies
Grrah, grrah, I tote a Nini
Do you Old Yeller with my fucking Glock 30 (doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yawn, you're boring
There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snoring (boring)
Haha, I'm band-counting
Laughing to the bank, I'm MoundRich thugging
Bitch, I'm Eeyore, noddin' off with that dirty blade
Grim Reaper shit, scythe tatted on my fucking face
Live every day like it's my motherfucking last day
Fuck the normal way, boy, I'll do it the Mound way
Grave Man, I be making plays (Grave Man)
I be masked up, shined up, I be hittin' stains
Skrrt, skrrt on the highway
I be geeked up like Pooh Bear, I'ma fade away
What the fuck? You ain't heard my tape?
Boy, you so fake like Goofy, get up out my face
Dopey, ain't got shit to say
Big bank take lil' bank when I'm 'round your way (Grave Man)
Yawn, I'm sleepy
Noddin' like Eeyore off these fresh script yerkies
Grrah, grrah, I tote a Nini (doot-doot-doot-doot)
Do you Old Yeller with my fucking Glock 30 (doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yawn, you're boring
There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snoring
Haha, I'm band-counting
Laughing to the bank, I'm MoundRich thugging
When you running down, you better keep that mask on
When you running down, you better keep that mask on
When you running down, you better keep that mask on
When you running down, you better keep that mask on (MoundRich, bitch)
Bitch, better not act wrong
When I got that toolie on me, know I keep my mask on
And you know it's different ways to get that bag, holmes
Know you see me going brazy, you bet' not double back, holmes (double back, holmes)
My eyes glowin' red, machete at these hos, boy, we at your neck
Sematary Truey'd down, I'm polo'd down the stack
Lumberjack, we chopping trees, lil' shawty so impressed
Yawn, I'm sleepy
Noddin' like Eeyore off these fresh script yerkies
Grrah, grrah, I tote a Nini (doot-doot-doot-doot)
Do you Old Yeller with my fucking Glock 30 (doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yawn, you're boring
There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snoring
Haha, I'm band-counting
Laughing to the bank, I'm MoundRich thugging
3AM
You already know what it is, pussy
MoundRich, you bitch
3AM Gang
