f*ck the World lyrics

[Intro: Sematary]
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, f*ck the whole world and everybody in it (Oscar)
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, f*ck the whole world and everybody in it
You're listening to Haunted Mound for FTP
(f*ck the population) f*ck the world, f*ck the population
Oscar
H-H-H-Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound
Aaahhh, ayy

[Verse 1: Sematary]
f*ck the world, f*ck the population
Them Haunted Mound boys pull up, they gon' get ya
I rock True Religion but I don't f*ck with no god
Look at my wristwatch, I'm p*ssed off and I'm blinged up
I got big sticks and I'm mounted up and the world's gone so I'm turnin' up
f*ck it all, I'm turning up, FTP Mound, turning up
Smokin' on this f*ckin' rot, ride around, still f*ck the law
I'm the King of the Graveyard, f*ck The Population
Howdy, partner, keep my name out yo' mouth
'Fore we have them guys run up in ya house (f*ck thе population)
Shawty say she wanna die up in my whip
I'm with my Mound boys, I'm creepin' out the crypt
If I told you I lovеd you, b*tch, I was high as f*ck
I don't listen to her 'cause that b*tch dumb as f*ck
I brought a mothaf*ckin' spiked bat to the club
Mothaf*cka', I'll bust ya head, swing and duck
Ridin' hearse thang with my iced out Breitling, dang
Oxy got me tearin' off my skin, god dang
It's always FTP 'cause I don't care about no thang
Ride off hate and gasoline, what the f*ck you mean?
f*ck ya racks, I burn 'em up, f*ck your life, I'll shoot it up
Cancer smoke, I huff and puff, and light the fuse, it blow ya up
We don't like you motherf*ckers, you can kick rocks
I thought you knew, it's f*ck The Population (f*ck the population)
[Chorus: Sematary & Hackle]
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP
f*ck the whole world and everybody in it
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP
f*ck the whole world and everybody in it (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

[Verse 2: Hackle]
FTP, FTP, FTP on me
f*ck the world and f*ck the population, b*tch, f*ck everything (Oscar)
I wake up, feel nothing, and that's even if I go to sleep (HDOE)
Take a sip out my cup, hell naw, boy, in yo' f*cking dreams
I be up late, I be seein' things, ghosts and ghouls when I sleep (What)
When I wake up, you don't wanna know what I see
That's my bro ZacFTP, drivin' CTS-V (HDOE)
b*tch, we going Dumbo, sippin' on Spanish Tosey
I hit up my plug in Poland, no, you can't be my friend (No)
I creep up when the pack hits, stab you right where your neck is (HDOE)
You know where I am (HDOE), disappear like backends (HDOE)
Chokin' on blood, don't even know what you said (HDOE)
It's f*ck The Population, b*tch, you know where we stay
We post up at Zac's crib, in a massage chair I'm sleeping (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)
It's FTP and Haunted Mound, sippin' lean at Zac's house
Eyes closed, b*tch, so yo' ass better not wake me up now, HDOE

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Lean in my body, my mouth a biscuit (Lean, H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
Hundred-K cash in my britches (Ffff, beep)
Scratched the Forgiatos then I fixed it (Blick)
Yeah, they fours but them hoes look like sixes (Flex)
f*ck the pigs, f*ck the birds, f*ck the fishes (b*tch)
I'll have my b*tch do ya like some dishes (Bang, bang, bang)
'Fore we cut ya ears off, n*gga, listen (What?)
I got FTP on my fitted, ayy (FTP)
Been to war, been to hell, been to prison
I'm in the spot, leave you right in the kitchen (Bang, bang)
AK left a finger for the fishes
Magic stick, b*tch, I'll grant your wishes
f*ck yo' pipe, f*ck yo' life, f*ck yo' clique, b*tch (f*ck 'em)
Lil' bro chop yo' head, that's some sick sh*t (What?)
Diarrhea left the crib, did some big sh*t (Huh?)
n*gga upper and a downer, bet I fix it
[Chorus: Sematary]
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP
f*ck the whole world and everybody in it
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP
f*ck the whole world and everybody in it