Hearse Junt

Creeping to The woods I grab my pistol And my shovel Creeping to The woods I grab my pistol And my shovel Creeping to The woods I grab my pistol And my shovel Moving in the dead Of night This psychopath Will take your life With no remorse But only spite He'll hunt you down Stay out of sight Unless you want to Meet the knife You better lock Your doors at night Creeping through Your alley now I move so quiet You won't hear a sound Your heart is pounding Oh so loud The paranoia Starts to mount This torturer he Knows no bounds We gonna put you in a mound No evidence at The scene Krypt keepa Always clean Put your corpse In a bag Drive to the Evergreens Deep in the woods Where your body Will not be seen Chop your ass up Must dismember Appendices Once I am Finished Removing the limbs From thee splattered remains Will be scattered Amongst The trees So many pieces Call that a tough puzzle, g Gory jigsaw With your head As the centerpiece Creeping to The woods I grab my pistol And my shovel Creeping to The woods I grab my pistol And my shovel Creeping to The woods I grab my pistol And my shovel Creeping to The woods I grab my pistol And my shovel Whipping it In that Hearse junt now Rolling around The fucking town Packing the bodies in the trunk With them Caskets heading To the mound Digging up ditches For them bitches All you bustas Going in The ground Like a dog You get put down Should have never Come around