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H-H-Haunted Mound Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing Yelling at the sunset (Yea, yea, yea), light myself on fire Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield (Scarecrows) Throwing a molotov Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield Throwing a molotov (Molotov) Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper I'm a real scarecrow Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow (Scarecrow) I'm a scarecrow stuck in my wicked scarecrow ways (Scarecrow) All or nothing, this them "all or nothing" days (All or nothin') Posted in the cornfield like a scarecrow with my haunted boys (Gang) Smoke so many cancer sticks, she top me, damn, she say it burn AK in my pocket, pull it out like Mary Poppins (Ha) We got dumb long musket cutters just like Davy Crockett (Crockett) Got you screaming "mother", just like Danzig (Mother) By the old-ass willow tree, burlap mask still creepin' (Creepin') Daytime nightmares, you better beware Scarecrow shawty, I'ma call up Buckshot (Buck-buck) Riding a black hearse through my forest Wood still burning, posted up like a scarecrow Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield Throwing a molotov (Molotov) Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper I'm a real scarecrow (Ah) Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow (Scarecrow) Moon eclipses, sun illuminated through my eyes Flock of birds dropping dead, raining from the sky (Sky) Broken down sawmill still ripping through my mind (Mind) Candle wax dripping down, bleeding on the shrine (Shrine) Scarecrow, scarecrow, I'm a real scarecrow Talking to myself when I'm walking on the railroad Hit the dead end, finally found out where the path go I've been up for days, tryna kick it with my shadow Broken down, broken down, alone in a ghost town Backing on your steps, but you don't know where to go now Paranoia pushing through, holding on to hope Nothing really matters when you're lost on a dirt road Born in the field, I'm a child of the corn (Ah-ah) I stayed up for three weeks, staying up for three more (Ah) Fuck a real-life, Haunted Mound, live in lore (Ah) Dead dog farm, blood red barn door (Ah) Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield Throwing a molotov Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper I'm a real scarecrow Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow (Scarecrow) (Ah) Screaming Forest (Ah) I'm a real scarecrow (Ah) Yea, I'm a real scarecrow (Ah)
Writer(s): Zane Steckler, Buck Shot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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