[Intro]
Benadryl angel, yeah
H-H-Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound
Go, go
You know how we rocking, bitch
Haunted Mound in this bitch
Hauntaholics, you bastards
Grave Man in this bitch, yeah
[Chorus]
Benadryl angel, Benadryl angel
Benadryl angel, I'm a Benadryl angel
Off the Benadryl, yeah, I walk with angels
In my rocker jeans and I'm thugging through the nightmare
Benadryl angel, Benadryl angel
Benadryl angel, I'm a Benadryl angel
Off the Benadryl, I don't wanna talk to strangers (Yeah, yeah)
Me and my gang, we'll turn your ass to angels (Grave Man)
[Verse 1]
Baby, I'm a gangster, your boyfriend a wankster
I'm a bloody angel totin' bangers with my rangers
I don't even know if I'll make it to the morning
Creepin' down your block with my angels like The Strangers
I know I'm a weirdo, you can't tell me shit though
Grippin' on Husqvarna, ride out with my Nazgûl
Haunted Mound banging out your motherfucking stereo
I don't trust a damn soul, my B.B. belt psycho
My watch got anxiety, my chain got paranoia
Devil in my metal, mental, oh well
Swagging in my Robins, high off Oxy and Benadryl
God damn, I hope I make it to the morning
Grave Man
Benadryl angel, yeah
H-H-Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound
Go, go
You know how we rocking, bitch
Haunted Mound in this bitch
Hauntaholics, you bastards
Grave Man in this bitch, yeah
[Chorus]
Benadryl angel, Benadryl angel
Benadryl angel, I'm a Benadryl angel
Off the Benadryl, yeah, I walk with angels
In my rocker jeans and I'm thugging through the nightmare
Benadryl angel, Benadryl angel
Benadryl angel, I'm a Benadryl angel
Off the Benadryl, I don't wanna talk to strangers (Yeah, yeah)
Me and my gang, we'll turn your ass to angels (Grave Man)
[Verse 1]
Baby, I'm a gangster, your boyfriend a wankster
I'm a bloody angel totin' bangers with my rangers
I don't even know if I'll make it to the morning
Creepin' down your block with my angels like The Strangers
I know I'm a weirdo, you can't tell me shit though
Grippin' on Husqvarna, ride out with my Nazgûl
Haunted Mound banging out your motherfucking stereo
I don't trust a damn soul, my B.B. belt psycho
My watch got anxiety, my chain got paranoia
Devil in my metal, mental, oh well
Swagging in my Robins, high off Oxy and Benadryl
God damn, I hope I make it to the morning
Grave Man
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