"WOODSMEN" lyrics
3AM Gang
RIP David Lynch
We some woodsmen
We're still children of the mothafuckin' corn
Crucifixion shawty, put yo' hands up
Chainsaw boys, put ya' cutters up, we so Moundrich!
So high till' the mothafuckin' sun up
I'll sleep when I'm dead, bitch! Crank that Haunted Mound!
Crank that shit up!
G-G-Grave Man on the beat, make it go insane
Graveman what's up, blood?
H-H-Haunt-O-Holixxx
Bitch, I pull up with my Woodsmen
I want money and pills, man
You're Bambi, I'm the blam blam
I'm coolin' at the dopeman
Coolin' at the gas station, I ain't Mr. Clean, man
I-I-I just wanna get doped up off that hillbilly heroin (MoundRich, bitch)
So I'm off that 'Contin, I'on do injection
Bitch I'm with my Woodsmen, still creepin' through the woods, bitch
I'm just tryna live and get higher than the moon landing
If I do the work then pay me right fuck-fuckin' now, bitch
You a city boy, I got dirt under my nails, man
They tryn' dirt my name, bitch, but my shit got respect, man
Sematary Grave Man, still a fuckin' Woodsman
Say my fuckin' name, bitch, Sematary Grave Man (Say that shit!)
My head is a Jack-O-Lantern, my logo the Jack-O-Lantern
Your shit is some Carl's Jr, and my jeans from Robin, cracker
Children of the corn, totin' scythes and Mossberg 500's
Rehab is for quitters, bitch, I'm going dumb till I'm dead
I'm still-I'm still in the field with my Woodsmen
Never ever in my life have I crossed a true friend (Grave man)
I-I-I'm still in the field with my Woodsmen
Never ever in my life h-have I crossed a true friend
Sematary Grave Man, still a fuckin' Woodsman
Say my fuckin' name bitch, Sematary Grave Man (Say that, say that)
RIP David Lynch! I see you in my dreams! DJ Anvil, Haunt-o-Holixxx the mixtape!
Woodsmen in your window, you got a light?
I'm tryna smoke my brains out, to block the light
Sometimes when the moonlight hurts my eyes
I am just a Woodsman, high in the night
Woodsmen in your window, you got a light? (Hauntaholics, bitch)
I'm just tryna smoke my brains out to block the light
Sometimes when the moonlight hurts my eyes
I am just a Woodsman, high in the night (Moundrich, bitch)
I am just a Woodsman, you got a light?
I am just a Woodsman, in the night
Watching out your house now, at your lights
Sniffin' up them pills now, so high
Leave me all alone now, when I cry
Water in the well now, so high
Leave me in the well now, oh why
I don't give a fuck now, It's alright
Y'know the fuck goin' on, fire walk with us
Y'all know how the fuck we rockin', man, Haunt-o-Holixxx the mixtape!
I'm still-I'm still in the field with my Woodsmen
Never ever in my life have I crossed a true friend (H-H-Hauntaholics)
I-I-I'm still in the field with my Woodsmen
Never ever in my life h-have I crossed a true friend (Never did)
Sematary Grave Man, still a fuckin' Woodsman (Grave man! Wassup?!)
Say my fuckin' name bitch, Sematary Grave Man (Grahh!)
RIP David Lynch
We some woodsmen
We're still children of the mothafuckin' corn
Crucifixion shawty, put yo' hands up
Chainsaw boys, put ya' cutters up, we so Moundrich!
So high till' the mothafuckin' sun up
I'll sleep when I'm dead, bitch! Crank that Haunted Mound!
Crank that shit up!
G-G-Grave Man on the beat, make it go insane
Graveman what's up, blood?
H-H-Haunt-O-Holixxx
Bitch, I pull up with my Woodsmen
I want money and pills, man
You're Bambi, I'm the blam blam
I'm coolin' at the dopeman
Coolin' at the gas station, I ain't Mr. Clean, man
I-I-I just wanna get doped up off that hillbilly heroin (MoundRich, bitch)
So I'm off that 'Contin, I'on do injection
Bitch I'm with my Woodsmen, still creepin' through the woods, bitch
I'm just tryna live and get higher than the moon landing
If I do the work then pay me right fuck-fuckin' now, bitch
You a city boy, I got dirt under my nails, man
They tryn' dirt my name, bitch, but my shit got respect, man
Sematary Grave Man, still a fuckin' Woodsman
Say my fuckin' name, bitch, Sematary Grave Man (Say that shit!)
My head is a Jack-O-Lantern, my logo the Jack-O-Lantern
Your shit is some Carl's Jr, and my jeans from Robin, cracker
Children of the corn, totin' scythes and Mossberg 500's
Rehab is for quitters, bitch, I'm going dumb till I'm dead
I'm still-I'm still in the field with my Woodsmen
Never ever in my life have I crossed a true friend (Grave man)
I-I-I'm still in the field with my Woodsmen
Never ever in my life h-have I crossed a true friend
Sematary Grave Man, still a fuckin' Woodsman
Say my fuckin' name bitch, Sematary Grave Man (Say that, say that)
RIP David Lynch! I see you in my dreams! DJ Anvil, Haunt-o-Holixxx the mixtape!
Woodsmen in your window, you got a light?
I'm tryna smoke my brains out, to block the light
Sometimes when the moonlight hurts my eyes
I am just a Woodsman, high in the night
Woodsmen in your window, you got a light? (Hauntaholics, bitch)
I'm just tryna smoke my brains out to block the light
Sometimes when the moonlight hurts my eyes
I am just a Woodsman, high in the night (Moundrich, bitch)
I am just a Woodsman, you got a light?
I am just a Woodsman, in the night
Watching out your house now, at your lights
Sniffin' up them pills now, so high
Leave me all alone now, when I cry
Water in the well now, so high
Leave me in the well now, oh why
I don't give a fuck now, It's alright
Y'know the fuck goin' on, fire walk with us
Y'all know how the fuck we rockin', man, Haunt-o-Holixxx the mixtape!
I'm still-I'm still in the field with my Woodsmen
Never ever in my life have I crossed a true friend (H-H-Hauntaholics)
I-I-I'm still in the field with my Woodsmen
Never ever in my life h-have I crossed a true friend (Never did)
Sematary Grave Man, still a fuckin' Woodsman (Grave man! Wassup?!)
Say my fuckin' name bitch, Sematary Grave Man (Grahh!)
Writer(s): Sematary Grave Man
