SEMATARY – MOUNDRICH ANTHEM ft.HACKLE (Unreleased)

unreleased grave man from nts radio 8-28-2025

SEMATARY - WOODSMEN [UNRELEASED HAUNT-O-HOLIXXX] from NTS set 8-28-25

SEMATARY - GANGSTA SPONGEBOB (UNRELEASED) from ig live

SEMATARY ICED OUT TREE SNIPPET #HAUNT O HOLIXXX HALLOWEEEEN⛓️⛓️

SEMATARY OLD WIND SNIPPET #HAUNT O HOLIXXX SWAG🌪️🌪️

added the chorus from the lq snippet to the hq snippet

SEMATARY - WOODSMEN (HQ + LQ SNIPPET REMASTER)

SEMATARY-OLD WIND(UNRELEASED) *BETTER AUDIO*

[Intro]
Getting high for no reason (Wadupp up Grave Man?)
It's the only way I know how to live (Hauntaholics)
Ride my Hummer, rock my Breitling
Yeah, bitch I'm in the hall of the darkness (Dj Anvil)
This ain't no moncler this Yekim (Haunt-A-Holics!)
So I look to Capo RIP him (RIP Capo)
Most my heroes dead so I live for them (Talk your shit, Grave Man!)
Most my heroes dead so I flex for them (Haunt-A-Holics!)

[Chorus]
Walk up in the party and I'm flexing
Hoodie on I feel like Jesse Pinkman
School tee, I'm rocking my Affliction
Yeah, bitch I feel like Jesse Pinkman

[Bridge]
D-D-D-Dj Anvil
Welcome to Haunt-O-Holixxx, the Halloween Mixtape
We iced out like Jеsse Pinkman, rocking our Affliction, house full of Jack-O-Lanterns
Gravе Man what's up?

[Verse 1]
I-I-I'm a dope boy occultist
Got big guns, like we're ISIS (Grrah!) (Moundrich, bitch)
Haunted Mound we're so Moundrich
My Breitling shoot lightning like Darth Sidious (Grave Man, turn 'em up!) (3AM Gang)
I'm in the lab like Jesse Pinkman
Bitch I-Bitch I'm mixing up the medicine
Boy motherfuck the government (Fuck the feds)
I'm finna pop some more prescriptions bitch (Dj Anvil)
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[Chorus]
Walk up in the party and I'm flexing
Hoodie on I feel like Jesse Pinkman (Put that shit on)
School tee, I'm rocking my Affliction
Yeah, bitch I feel like Jesse Pinkman (M-M-M-Moundrich)

[Verse 2]
We gon hit a lick, go grab your scream mask
I can't leave my house without my dirty cash (Bow, bow, bow)
I might be dumb but I ain't no dumbass
I-Imma blast your ass man, I'm fucking Batman
Yeah, see money was a problem
Trappin' tees and mp3s like they were white rocks (Trap)
Yeah, know I'm a Hauntoholic
Body never found gang, boy you want it? (Moundrich season, ho!)
H-H-H-Hauntaholics

[Chorus]
Walk up in the party and I'm flexing (Flexin')
Hoodie on I feel like Jesse Pinkman (Jesse)
School tee, I'm rocking my Affliction
Yeah, bitch I feel like Jesse Pinkman

[Outro]
Dj Anvil
3AM Gang, Body never found Gang!
Grave Man on the beat, you know what the fuck goin' on! (3-3-3AM Gang)
What the fuck goin’ on man?
Moundrich season ho!

Sematary - Jesse Pinkman

https://youtu.be/oQXxkPYkAYo?si=Gp7cL51MmIOM0jhi

I see you leechin’, creepin’, stuck on my skin,
Parasite energy, you’ll never win,
Stealin’ my rhythm, my words, my face,
But you choke on the truth when you step in my place.
You ain’t flattery, nah, you just fraud,
Copycat spirit tryna play God,
I’m the blueprint, ink that bleeds,
You the knock-off version that nobody needs.
Every move you make got my DNA,
But your echo fades, mine still gon’ stay,
I’m a live wire burnin’, you a weak spark flash,
I build legacies — you just rehash.

Hook (repeat 2x)
Imitation ain’t love, that’s a parasite’s game,
You ain’t flattery, you just ridin’ my name,
Try to feed on my shine, but I cut that cord,
I’m the source, the creator — you a shadow, ignored.
They call it flattery, I call it theft,
Leechin’ on my breath like they ain’t got none left,
Parasite vibes, suckin’ blood from the vein,
Claimin’ my style but can’t mimic the pain.
I built this kingdom brick by brick,
You stole my crown and thought it fit,
But counterfeit kings just rot in the throne,
Your voice ain’t yours, it’s a copy of my tone.
Imitation ain’t love, it’s a vulture disguise,
Circlin’ my skies hopin’ I’ll die,
But I thrive, reborn, with a venomous tongue,
Every word I spit burns holes in your lungs.
You a shadow, a ghost, a reflection that’s weak,
I write the scripture, you bite every piece,
But parasites starve when the host cuts ‘em loose,
And I’m sharpened with truth, I ain’t got nothin’ to lose.
So stop latching on, stop drinkin’ my light,
You ain’t flattery, you a fraud in plain sight,
Identity jackals, creatives they prey,
But I’m the origin — you just a cliché.

Parasite

White monster in her veins
Red on her piercings chrome on her chains
Spiked black nails on her blades
She gone tell me something and I'll never feel the same. 

SEMATARY OLD WIND SNIPPET #HAUNT O HOLIXXX SWAG🌪️🌪️

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