3 AM Gang (feat. TURNABOUT)

King of the Graveyard
H-H-H-Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound

3 AM Gang (Yah), 3 AM Gang (Yah)
3 AM Gang (Yah), 3 AM Gang (Yah)
3 AM Gang, tweakin' 'til the morning (Yah)
3 AM Gang, wire bat break his brain (Yah)
3 AM Gang (Yah), 3 AM Gang (Yah)
3 AM Gang (Yah), 3 AM Gang (Yah)
3 AM Gang, tweakin' 'til the morning (Yah)
3 AM Gang, wire bat break his brain (Yah)

We ride up in that scat pack
Tires peel skin off your back
I know you want yo' get-back
This heat gon' make you get back
Haunted Mound in your town, I won't step down for no bitch
Uh, uh, bored as fuck, I need them drugs, I call my witch
Cathedral livin', waking in the morning all just for some sip
Turn, stop rapping 'bout that lean, shut the fuck up, you lil' bitch (Motherfucker)
It's time to end your life with wrenched fucking gripe
Groupie bitches, stay away from me, I don't care, I love my wife
Money always gon' be worthless, hundred bucks is on your wishlist
If I won the lottery then I would burn the fucking ticket
I got lean up in my stomach, purple vomit in the bucket
I'm with King of the Graveyard, thuggin' 'til the fucking morning

(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
All rise for a fucking thug
Burn the throne, fuck all that, I don't feel love
I love lean so much I play around in the mud (Grave Man)
Me and gang high tonight 'til the sun up (Haugh)

3 AM Gang 'til the break of dawn
3 AM Gang, you know we swervin' hard
Bitch, I'm the King of the Graveyard
3 AM Gang, we already dug a plot
I'm in the graveyard fresh as motherfucking god damn hell
Fuck the world and everyone in it, I'ma go to hell
My lungs black from chain-smoking, I say: Oh well
When I die, give me my cutter and my iced out blangy belt
Told that stupid bitch: This dick ain't gonna suck itself
But I can't even feel it, off Oxy, I'm Napolean
I'm with my revenants, tote wire bats at 3 AM
You hate your life? I'll set you free from your skin prison
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Haunted Mound laugh at y'all 'cause ain't nothing worth a fuck
I don't care 'bout sleep no more, I don't give a fuck
My neck look like a graveyard, call me what you want
Digging out a plot in triple six Haunted Mound clubhouse
Didn't believe in me then, so why the fuck would you now?
The Mound got chainsaws and Glocks, go: Rah, rah, bow
I see an opp over yonder, let's go get him now

3 AM Gang, we ride in the night
I'ma hit him in his head with my bat o' wire
Nighttime only time I feel alive
Haunted Mound, take your life in black wings of night

3 AM Gang (Yah), 3 AM Gang (Yah)
3 AM Gang (Yah), 3 AM Gang (Yah)
3 AM Gang, tweakin' 'til the morning (Yah)
3 AM Gang, wire bat break his brain (Yah)
3 AM Gang (Yah), 3 AM Gang (Yah)
3 AM Gang (Yah), 3 AM Gang (Yah)
3 AM Gang, tweakin' 'til the morning (Yah)
3 AM Gang, wire bat break his brain (Yah)

Yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah
H-H-H-Hauntaholics
Yaaaaaaaahhhhh
King of the Graveyard