VOORHEEZ Letra - Ghost Mountain

Haunted Mound

Ki ki, ma ma

Bag stuffed, masked up, like it's Halloween

Poppin' 30 MGs 'fore I even eat

It's 'cause I'm breaded up as fuck, I'ma dough fiend

And she my dancer in the dark, Louis V T

Fuck it, I've had enough, I'm fuckin' sick and tired

Really don't give a fuck

That's why I'm takin' time

And you gon' stay the same

And I'm gon' stay this high

It's 'cause you'll never change

Extorted every time

I see myself in you, that's why I hate me

We in the chateau lobby off amphetamines

It's gettin' too dark now, I can finally see

'Cause bitch, I'm blinded by the lights like damn streets

I'm coppin' one, cop ten, coppin' fifty

And while you rationing the dose, bitch, I take three

Hold up, I still ain't feeling shit like it's surgery

And you can call me S. Burroughs with the morphine

Put the needle in my knuckle like it's Wolverine

And 28 Days Later with the zombies

Now we up in Murder Mountain with the hippies

South Sac at the clinic with the junkies

Bag stuffed, masked up, like it's Halloween

Poppin' 30 MGs 'fore I even eat

It's 'cause I'm breaded up as fuck, I'ma dough fiend (Grave Man)

And she my dancer in the dark, Louis V T (Go-go)

Masked up, creepin' up like it's Halloween

Take your bands, burn 'em up just like Heath

Grave Man kick your door, no trick or treat

Chainsaw on me, I'ma gore fiend

Painkiller to the dome 'til I nose bleed

I'm the driller killer, leave ya blood drippin'

I kill the hot ones fast, Friday 13

Throw a molotov on ya Lamborghini

I'm so sick of it all like ERD

Heavily medicated for your safety

Black trench, black mask, like blade on me

Grave Man, is you geekin'? Bitch, I might be

I got chains on me like Jacob Marley

Body Never Found Gang since 2019

Boy, rehab is for quitters, don't drug test me

Boy, you hear these fucking flows, they'd never pass me

I got a heater with me

I got a skeeter with me, Gs

Sneakin' and geekin' on me

3 AM, I'm on the creep (Creep, creep, creep, creep)

Creep with the cutter on me (Skrrt, skrrt, skeet, skeet)

Bad bitch inna hearse with me

Bag stuffed, masked up, like it's Halloween

Poppin' 30 MGs 'fore I even eat

It's 'cause I'm breaded up as fuck, I'ma dough fiend

And she my dancer in the dark, Louis V T

Fuck it, I've had enough, I'm fuckin' sick and tired

Really don't give a fuck

That's why I'm takin' time

And you gon' stay the same

And I'm gon' stay this high

It's 'cause you'll never change

Extorted every time