[Вступление]: /*4р*/
[Припев]:
Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing
Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire
Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield
Throwing a molotov (Molotov)
Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys
Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper
I'm a real scarecrow
Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow
[Куплет]:
I'm a scarecrow stuck in my wicked scarecrow ways
All or nothing, this them "all or nothing" days
Posted in the cornfield like a scarecrow with my haunted boys
Smoke so many cancer sticks, she top me, damn, she say it burn
AK in my pocket, pull it out like Mary Poppins
We got dumb long musket cutters just like Davy Crockett
Got you screaming "mother", just like Danzig
By the old-ass willow tree, burlap mask still creepin'
Daytime nightmares, you better beware
Scarecrow shawty, I'ma call up Buckshot
Riding a black hearse through my forest
Wood still burning, posted up like a scarecrow
[Припев]:
Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing
Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire
Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield
Throwing a molotov (Molotov)
Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys
Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper
I'm a real scarecrow
Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow
[Куплет]:
Moon eclipses, sun illuminated through my eyes
Flock of birds dropping dead, raining from the sky
Broken down sawmill still ripping through my mind
Candle wax dripping down, bleeding on the shrine
Scarecrow, scarecrow, I'm a real scarecrow
Talking to myself when I'm walking on the railroad
Hit the dead end, finally found out where the path go
I've been up for days, tryna kick it with my shadow
Broken down, broken down, alone in a ghost town
Backing on your steps, but you don't know where to go now
Paranoia pushing through, holding on to hope
Nothing really matters when you’re lost on a dirt road
Born in the field, I'm a child of the corn
I stayed up for three weeks, staying up for three more
Fuck a real-life, Haunted Mound live in lore
Dead dog farm, blood red barn door
[Припев]:
Well, bitch, I'm a scarecrow, so I can't feel nothing
Yelling at the sunset, light myself on fire
Haunted Mound, scarecrows in the cornfield
Throwing a molotov (Molotov)
Bitch, I rot like a scarecrow, rockin' my Trueys
Runnin' around the sleepy barn with my fucking reaper
I'm a real scarecrow
Yeah, I'm a real scarecrow