SEMATARY, GHOST MOUNTAIN — INTERSTATE
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[Intro: Sematary]
Augh
Sematary (Haugh)
[Chorus: Sematary]
It’s them dirty boys from ’round the way
Ridin’ out, Ghost Mountain, Sematary
I might just break somebody’s skull today
Woke up this mornin’, said «Fuck today»
I been swerving hard on the interstate
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck about anything
I might just break somebody’s skull today
Woke up this mornin’, said «Fuck today»
[Verse 1: Sematary]
I don’t smoke dope ’cause it dull my hate
Three days awake, seen my shadow today
I inject Red Bull in my shoulder blades
That’s a nice high, but I don’t need wings
I don’t think I’ma leave my house today
Another day wasted, another gained
In the Grave House, where I’m finna stay
Stay out of my house, I’m Leatherface
I keep a wire bat on my table
Got a big black horse on my stable
Dirty black clothes, yeah, I’m a Nazgûl
I’m in Trevor mode, you better be careful
Motherfucker, suck off my double barrel
Got a bright orange Fanta and a Red Bull
Got a burlap mask, I’m a stranger
Motherfuck the whole world, my whole room hurts (Haugh)
[Chorus: Sematary]
It’s them dirty boys from ’round the way
Ridin’ out, Ghost Mountain, Sematary
I might just break somebody’s skull today
Woke up this mornin’, said «Fuck today»
I been swerving hard on the interstate
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck about anything
I might just break somebody’s skull today
Woke up this mornin’, said «Fuck today»
[Verse 2: Ghost Mountain]
Dark red stain on the pavement
I’m a recluse, find me in the basement
Black aerosol lungs, straight wasted (Straight wasted)
Reaper’s comin’, headlights in the distance
Don’t come around, don’t show your face
Ghost Mountain, Sematary, we don’t leave a trace
Ride into the night, this a death race
Better run ’cause we peelin’ down the interstate
Skies burn my eyes red
My spine, redline, ballad of the dead
My shadow, my blade made of lead
Adderall, gasohol, I’m Eraserhead
Tryna die, don’t feel bad
Me and Grave Man catch you with a death bag
Summer smoke, blind, swervin’ down 88
We some war boys fuckin’ up the interstate
[Chorus: Sematary]
It’s them dirty boys from ’round the way
Ridin’ out, Ghost Mountain, Sematary
I might just break somebody’s skull today
Woke up this mornin’, said «Fuck today»
I been swerving hard on the interstate
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck about anything
I might just break somebody’s skull today
Woke up this mornin’, said «Fuck today»
