Lyrics 5150 - Sematary
5150,
5150
Wrist
so
psycho,
my
wrist
go
5150
(Moundrich,
bitch)
5150,
5150
I'm
a
psycho
put
that
razor
to
your
throat
51—
Crank
that
Haunted
Mound,
ya
cracker
3AM
Gang,
Round
the
way
Boyz
are
creepin'
through
your
woods
You
know
how
I'm
rockin',
cut
off
stockings
Yoppas
all
up
in
my
pockets
Boots
are
Rock
and
jeans
are
Robin's
Got
a
Breitling
for
the
timer
Go,
go,
Grave
Man
(Hauntaholics
you
bastards)
(Moundrich,
bitch)
5-5-5150,
5150
Wrist
so
psycho,
my
wrist
go
5150
5150,
5150
I'm
a
psycho
put
that
razor
to
your
throat
5150,
5150
(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
I'm
a
fuckin'
flexer,
my
wrist
go
5150
5150,
5150
Trappin'
out
the
psych
ward,
my
wrist
go
5150
She
in
love
with
a
crow,
I
got
Robin
wings
though
My
iced
out
bloody
diamonds
go
5150
It's
so
hard
to
fight
when
you
wish
you
were
never
born
My
wrist
blazin'
like
the
northern
sky
on
my
dark
throne
Bitch,
I
feel
sick,
like
Sickboy,
I'm
holdin'
up
fours
Watch
me
fly
away,
watch
me
fly
away
alone
Gri-Grim
Reaper
dope
boy,
rockin'
all
black
clothes
Life
is
a
highway,
ride
it
down
the
back
road
(Skrrt,
skrrt)
And
my
heart
is
so
cold
My
heart
is
so
cold
and
my
lungs
are
so
blown
(So
blown)
Baby
cancer
smoke
my
cologne
Razor
in
ya'
candy,
put
that
cutter
to
your
throat
Moundrich,
bitch
5-5-5150,
5150
Wrist
so
psycho,
my
wrist
go
5150
5150,
5150
I'm
a
psycho
put
that
razor
to
your
throat
5150,
5150
I'm
a
fuckin'
flexer,
my
wrist
go
5150
5150,
5150
Trappin'
out
the
psych
ward,
my
wrist
go
5150
Skrrt,
skrrt
(Moundrich)
Baby
cancer
smoke
my
cologne
Damn,
Haunted
Mound
got
your
speakers
smokin'
Run
that
shit
back
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