Worlds A Fuck - Sematary (cover)

CHE x SEMATARY - 666 (prod. natecxo)

LYRICS: 
CHE-
[Verse]
Yeah, we just smoking on opps, put that ass in a vape
Yo' bitch, she standing on top with that ass in my face
He tryna run from them bullets, can't run from that K'
Trigger pull, a nigga run and we shoot at his face
Bitch, I want money, any statement gon' move out the place
[?]
Glock out Guwap, fuck nigga, my name is Che
We at yo' doormat, bitch, I'ma run in yo’ place
Put some white in her smoke, yeah, that bitch a best friend
Air out a wasteman, nigga so done, feel like Drake
This nigga hatin', 'cause he not up in my place
Her head amazing, made my body Harlem Shake
I keep ‘em waiting, I'll never drop my tape
I own some bulldogs, but they never in they cage
Fucking real shit, I got some money in my face
I get on Nate beats, 'cause I love the fucking bass
Put him in the lake, 'cause I'll never leave a trace
I’m with my twin, that’s just on that straight shit
Shoot at yo' bitch, he won't have a ray
No Jeremy Lin, I’m shootin’ out mace
I fuck on 10s, dick in all they face
I heard your mans, got put in a ditch
Like Kylo Ren, we in outer space
- SEMATARY
[Lyrics]
Triple six, six, six
I'm so fucking sick
Triple six, six, six
I'm so fucking sick
Fuckboy, look at my motherfuckin' wrist (Damn)

666 - Che (Ft. Sematary)

YA HEARD IT HERE FIRST

LYRICS:
[Intro]
Oscar

[Chorus]
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'

[Verse]
I see recesses of your silhouette fade again
The horizons of burnin' red, was the sunset
Because of me, she dinin' red in her favorite dress
Left for dead, the candle burnin' up in your head
Fuck your label, ain't our offer
Throw 'em in the dump, don't even try to bother
Came a long way, just me and my brothers
Seen worse shit, yeah, we had to suffer
Haunted Mound boys, yeah, they keep a Mossberg
Shout-out my day ones, shout-out to Oscar
Fuck the police, still fuck all these coppers
Grind so hard, but I'm never gonna stop it
24-carat gold-plated red-breasted gold birds
In my pockets, chirp, chirp
Off the ecstasy, gurn, gurn
When I'm walkin' down the street, I got key rings hangin' off of me
Like a motherfuckin' shine on me, I'm dressed up in these Robin's Jeans

[Chorus]
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I'm in stained glass jeans with Swarovskis on the pocket
No, I'm not a prophet, only wings are on my Robin's
I be wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'

[Outro]
Wrap-wrapped up in a shroud, I'm still off but I'm still walkin'

BUCKSHOT - PROPHET (PROD OSCAR, SEMATARY, BUCKSHOT)

[Intro: xaviersobased]
(Catch me on the block, boolin' in a Phantom)
Hauntaholics, you bastards
Yo, if you don't fuck with the Haunted Mound, well then, you're just a bitch ass buster
Yeah, yeah (MoundRich season, ho)

[Chorus: xaviersobased]
Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field
Niggas they for fake, I do this shit for real
Goin' state to state, nigga, what's the deal?
Quit looking at my plate, I'll eat the whole meal
And my brodie has a pint and it ain't sealed
Shawty, get away from me, no, I don't do pills
If I [?]
Going hard in the paint like Shaquille O'Neal

[Verse 1: Sematary]
Gang spend his whole check tryna look like me
You bitches do it for fakе, this is the real me
Mask on likе Lifelover, never know me
I'ma catch your ass lacking, put you on LiveLeak
Baby, I'm a grim reaper wearing Realtree
Totin' a sniper rifle, MAC-10, M16
Goofy prolly tryna record me if he see me
That's about the last thing they ever see

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
Bitch start recording me, I told that bitch to stop it
Kept recording me, I told that bitch you wylin'
And this bitch asked for some blow, yeah, she lost her top
Do I look like I do blow? Go and kick rocks (MoundRich)
Shawty, kick rocks
Keep the .40 popper, I don't kick-box
God told me in my dream, might have to give up
I don't believe in God, think that shit washed

[Verse 3: Sematary]
See, I don't fuck with God, he's my fucking opp
If you don't believe in me, homie, you a opp
Bitch, I walk behind the scar, shootin' out the yop
They all go "grrah-grrah," blowin' at your top
I got the same phone [?], still off them yoppers, geekin' off them yoppers
I'm a grip reaper, toting on a yopper, make it go "Grrah-grrah-grrah"
You know how we rockin', dark color, I'm stomping
Yoppers in my pockets, buy blues and [?]
My jeans on Robins, I got a [?] for the [?] (Graveman)

[Chorus: xaviersobased]
Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field
Niggas they for fake, I do this shit for real
Goin' state to state, nigga, what's the deal?
Quit looking at my plate, I'll eat the whole meal
And my brodie has a pint and it ain't sealed
Shawty, get away from me, no, I don't do pills
If I [?]
Going hard in the paint like Shaquille O'Neal
Yeah (MoundRich season, ho), yeah, yeah
(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)

Sematary - Still Da Same (Ft. Xaviersobased)

SEMATARY - OXYCODONE

SEMATARY - HEART SO PURE

SEMATARY - MY CUTTER [SGP BEAT 2019 UNRELEASED]

[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

[Intro]
Oscar
Hauntaholics

[Verse 1]
Back down that road, at that house again
Forgotten souls, if I rise for them
Don't know what I'm like, disorder now
Seeing their eyes by the lamplight, feeling like a Haunted House

[Chorus]
Mystery song, that plays where I belong
That spirit song, Winchester's far beyond
A veil undrawn, live fast before the dawn
That spirit song, Winchester's far beyond

[Verse 2]
My face stained on the inside of eyelids
Like red wine spilled on a white dress
Church chorus from the pews, it risеs
I pause at the presеnce from my footsteps
Losing air, epiphany hits, broken on the road while the wheel still spins
In and out, losing my grip
Winchester walls I'm trapped in
Sisyphus with the boulder, mobile like a Calder
Labyrinthian structure
Said she wanna die, so I called her
Took another one, now it's dark outside, but I see the sun
Caught me out of line, light it up, I won't waste time
(Li-, Light it up, I won't waste time)

[Chorus]
Mystery song that plays where I belong
That spirit's song, Winchester's far beyond
A veil undrawn, live fast before the dawn
That spirit's song, Winchester's far beyond

[Outro]
Oscar

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