Sematary, Buckshot - SCARECRAW lyrics

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)