Cleaver Valley (feat. Ghost Mountain)

Real trap shit
DJ Sorrow
Well, I'm coming down the road in my hearse
Feel the hate come from the trees and the birds
In Cleaver Valley, eyes are watching in the earth
Your lil' God got no power in my woods
Cleaver
God damn! DJ Sorrow, run that shit back!

Well, I'm coming down the road in my hearse
Feel the hate come from the trees and the birds
In Cleaver Valley, eyes are watching in the earth
Your lil' God got no power in my woods

Cleaver Valley, Cleaver Valley
Feel the hate come from the deer and the bees
Cleaver Valley, Cleaver Valley
Where the dead dance all among the trees

I got bone chimes, sticks upon my wall
We gon' watch the world burn come the fall
October country, where the river runneth red
Fireside, singing hymns of the dead

Cleaver Valley, Cleaver Valley
Feel the hate come from the deer and the bees
Cleaver Valley, Cleaver Valley
Where the dead dance all among the trees

Smokey Bear said you're all gonna burn
Find us in the woods walking till it hurts
You know my cutter is my only fucking friend
I know he'll stay true to me till the end

Cleaver Valley, Cleaver Valley
Feel the hate come from the deer and the bees
Cleaver Valley, Cleaver Valley
Where the dead dance all among the trees

What's real? I don't know anymore
Haunted Mound, we come knocking at your door
Dark figures come approaching in the mist
Say goodbye to the hundred acre wrist
(Sing it with me!)

Cleaver Valley, Cleaver Valley
Feel the hate come from the deer and the bees
Cleaver Valley, Cleaver Valley
Where the dead dance all among the trees

DJ Sorrow