STILL DA SAME

[Intro: xaviersobased]

This is a 4 a.m. ridin' through the black night Haunted Mound exclusive

(Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field)

Hauntaholics, you bastards

Yo, if you don't fuck with the Haunted Mound, well then, you're just a bitch-ass buster

Yeah, yeah, yeah (MoundRich season, ho)

[Chorus: xaviersobased & Sematary]

Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field

Niggas, they for fake, I do this shit for real

Goin' state to state, nigga, what's the deal?

Quit looking at my plate, I'll eat the whole meal

And my bro won't get the pint if it ain't sealed

Shawty, get away from me, no, I don't do pills

If my brother hit that jam, then hе won't squeal

Going hard in the paint like I'm Shaquillе O'Neal (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Sematary]

Gang spend his whole check tryna look like me

You bitches do this for fake, this is the real me

Mask on like Lifelover, never know me

I'ma catch yo ass lacking, put you on LiveLeak

Baby, I'm a Grim Reaper wearing Realtree

Tote a sniper rifle, MAC-10, M16

Goofy probably tryna record me if he see me

That's some found footage, last thing he ever see

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]

Yeah, she start recording me, I told the bitch to stop

Kept recording me, I told the bitch she wock'

Then this bitch asked for some blow, yeah, she lost her top

Do I look like I do blow? Go and kick rocks (MoundRich)

Shorty, kick rocks

Keep the .40 popper, I don't kick-box

God told me in my dream I had to get guap

I don't believe in God, I think that shit washed

[Verse 3: Sematary]

See, I don't fuck with God, he's my fucking opp

If you don't believe in me, homie, you a opp

Bitch, I walk behind the stalks, totin' on the yopp'

The yopp' go "Grrah-grrah," blow it at your top

I got the same phone number, still off them yoppers

Geekin' off them yoppers

I'm a Grim Reaper, totin' on a yoppa

Make it go "Grrah-grrah-grrah"

You know how we rockin'

Got cut-off stockings, yoppers in my pockets

My boots are Rock and my jeans are Robins

I got a Breitling for the timer (Grave Man)

[Chorus: xaviersobased]

Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field

Niggas, they for fake, I do this shit for real

Goin' to state to state, nigga, what's the deal?

Quit looking at my plate, I'll eat the whole meal

And my bro won't get the pint if it ain't sealed

Shawty, get away from me, no, I don't do pills

If my brother hit that jam, then he won't squeal

Goin' hard in the paint like I'm Shaquille O'Neal

Yeah (MoundRich season, ho), yeah, yeah

(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)