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Hackle – Tha Ground Lyrics

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Haunted Mound put you in the ground
The ground, the ground, the ground
The ground, the ground
The ground, the ground, the ground
Ahh, Hackledown on them

Haunted Mound, put you in the ground
Tombstone coming straight from the ground
Worms eat you right in the ground
The ground, the ground, the ground, the ground
Fuck with me, youll die on the mound
Ill put your soul in hallowed ground
Cutter knife put you in the ground
The ground, the ground, the ground, the ground

Well my boys keep hallow rounds
Cooling, creeping with Hackledown
Shawty, you know Im from the Mound
Grave Man gonna cum in her mouth
Piss on your grave, now flowers will grow
Forever young, smoke Marlboro

I hate the world, I need a new soul
Guns and knives everywhere I go
Put my hockey, creeping with my thirty glocky
I shot him dead, ha-ha-ha-ha, bitch Im not sorry
AK is my wifey, baow-baow-baow, now youre empty
The Haunted Mound gonna leave you rotten with the bodies

Haunted Mound, put you in the ground
Tombstone coming straight from the ground
Worms eat you right in the ground
The ground, the ground, the ground, the ground
Fuck with me, you die on the mound
Ill put your soul in hallowed ground
Cutter knife put you in the ground
The ground, the ground, the ground, the ground

Haunted Mound put you in the ground
I didnt really mean to do that
My AK make a whole lotta sound
Shoot a hundred million rounds
Makin sure you never grow old

Watchin your skin grow mold
You shouldnt have tried to switch up
Now you lying dead in a hole
We be goin so, so dumb
Sleeping with two wives and four guns
They see Hackledown, they run
They run, they run, they run

Haunted Mound, put you in the ground
Tombstone coming straight from the ground
Worms eat you right in the ground
The ground, the ground, the ground, the ground
Fuck with me, youll die on the mound
Ill put your soul in hallowed ground
Cutter knife put you in the ground
The ground, the ground, the ground, the ground

Aaugh
Piss on your grave, now flowers will grow
Forever young, smoke Marlboro
I hate the world, I need a new soul
Guns and knives everywhere that I go

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