We Don't Dial 911

I don't, I have no idea Ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics Real Haunted Mound Help me God I don't dial 911 I don't call the fucking coroner We already dug a fucking plot Leave you down in forever box I don't dial 911 We don't call the fucking coroner Bitch, you said that you wanna die Are you ready? Now it's time to die Haunted Mound reapers put you in the dirt, boy I got a badass witch, like Anya-Taylor Joy I'm a dirty boy, Truey boy, sinner boy Matter of fact, bitch, I'm a fucking Mound boy Walk up in my house, if ya think it's worth your life My wired bat strong with me, she gon' blow your mind Mud up in my chalice, fucking up my kidney right Blood ritual in the Butcher House, forever night I'll gouge out your eyes and sing you a lullaby I got hatred, fuck the world and I'll fuck your wife Haunted Mound, we're the things that go bump in the night Voices in my head tell me, "Grab the knife" See, if my double barrel Don't blow you down, down, down to hell Drowning in a sea of tears I'll still blast his ass, oh, oh, oh, well I don't dial 911 I don't call the fucking coroner We already dug a fucking plot Leave you down in forever box I don't dial 911 We don't call the fucking coroner Bitch, you said that you wanna die Are you ready? Now it's time to die