COFFIN TOWN Turnabout (Ft. Hackle)
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[Intro: Turnabout]
(You're a Goner)
(You ain't ever been to the Haunted Mound)
(You're a Goner)
We come around your town, toe pincher on me
Turnabout, Hackle Down, Grave Man creepin' through the trees
Goner hit my phone, get in the funery
Coffins by the pound, my bitch gon' lay with me (Hauntaholics Mixtapes)
(Haunted Mound)
Turnabout (Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound)
[Chorus: Turnabout & Hackle]
We come around your town ('Round your town), toe pincher on me
Turnabout, Hackle Down (Hackle Down), Grave Man creepin' through the trees
Goner hit my phone (Hit my phone), get in the funery
Coffins by the pound (By the pound), my bitch gon' lay with me
Never gave a fuck, my .40 make you do the number two (Number two)
Mutilate your face and body, nobody could tell it's you (Tell it's you)
There ain't no comin' round (Comin' round)
There ain't no comin' round (Hauntaholics)
[Verse 1: Turnabout]
I came with my brothers, they surround you like vultures (Vultures)
I just lit up a coffin nail, an open toe pincher (Toe pincher)
Keep the casket closed, ask about questions later (Later)
Never gave a fuck, I'll fuckin' kill a damn hater
"Turnabout, Turnabout, why the mound always flexin'?"
Bitch, nobody, nobody fuck with my brethren (My brethren)
Grave Man grip a chrome thang, and Hackle got a AK (Bow, bow)
Goner got a fuckin' bone knife from Lil Forest (Bow, bow)
Who's that with the Robin jeans?
It's Turnabout, the man who'll fuckin' kill your whole team (Whole team)
Don't try me, or the mound where we come from (Nah, nah)
I don't give a fuck, what is did will be undone
(You're a Goner)
(You ain't ever been to the Haunted Mound)
(You're a Goner)
We come around your town, toe pincher on me
Turnabout, Hackle Down, Grave Man creepin' through the trees
Goner hit my phone, get in the funery
Coffins by the pound, my bitch gon' lay with me (Hauntaholics Mixtapes)
(Haunted Mound)
Turnabout (Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound)
[Chorus: Turnabout & Hackle]
We come around your town ('Round your town), toe pincher on me
Turnabout, Hackle Down (Hackle Down), Grave Man creepin' through the trees
Goner hit my phone (Hit my phone), get in the funery
Coffins by the pound (By the pound), my bitch gon' lay with me
Never gave a fuck, my .40 make you do the number two (Number two)
Mutilate your face and body, nobody could tell it's you (Tell it's you)
There ain't no comin' round (Comin' round)
There ain't no comin' round (Hauntaholics)
[Verse 1: Turnabout]
I came with my brothers, they surround you like vultures (Vultures)
I just lit up a coffin nail, an open toe pincher (Toe pincher)
Keep the casket closed, ask about questions later (Later)
Never gave a fuck, I'll fuckin' kill a damn hater
"Turnabout, Turnabout, why the mound always flexin'?"
Bitch, nobody, nobody fuck with my brethren (My brethren)
Grave Man grip a chrome thang, and Hackle got a AK (Bow, bow)
Goner got a fuckin' bone knife from Lil Forest (Bow, bow)
Who's that with the Robin jeans?
It's Turnabout, the man who'll fuckin' kill your whole team (Whole team)
Don't try me, or the mound where we come from (Nah, nah)
I don't give a fuck, what is did will be undone
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