[Intro: TURNABOUT]
Goner
I was walking through the forest
Stomping through the trees
I been seein' red, now there’s blood up on my jeans
Ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics (TURNABOUT)
Real Haunted Mound
[Chorus: TURNABOUT]
I was walking through the forest
Stomping through the trees
I been seein' red, now there’s blood up on my jeans
Put a switch up on my reaper
Bitch, I’m coming with a beam (Rah-rah)
We been out in Ephraim
We gon' leave you in the reeds
I was walking through the forest
Stomping through the trees
I been seein' red, now there’s blood up on my jeans
Put a switch up on my reaper
Bitch, I’m coming with a beam (Rah-rah)
We been out in Ephraim
We gon' leave you in the reeds (Ha)
[Verse 1: TURNABOUT]
Wanna meet TURNABOUT, so find me in the desert
Gonerville is posted up, smoking on some cancer
You a fuckin' bitch to me
You my fuckin' enemy
Surrounded by nothing but me
We leave you in the desert
And you don’t wanna play with Turn (Nah)
I was ridin' with my reaper and that shit gone fuckin' burn (Rah-rah)
Man these hoes will never learn
They ain’t gonna make it out (Baow-baow)
They gon' hear me rack my reaper
And they blood gone start to churn (Baow-baow)
Goner
I was walking through the forest
Stomping through the trees
I been seein' red, now there’s blood up on my jeans
Ha-Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics (TURNABOUT)
Real Haunted Mound
[Chorus: TURNABOUT]
I was walking through the forest
Stomping through the trees
I been seein' red, now there’s blood up on my jeans
Put a switch up on my reaper
Bitch, I’m coming with a beam (Rah-rah)
We been out in Ephraim
We gon' leave you in the reeds
I was walking through the forest
Stomping through the trees
I been seein' red, now there’s blood up on my jeans
Put a switch up on my reaper
Bitch, I’m coming with a beam (Rah-rah)
We been out in Ephraim
We gon' leave you in the reeds (Ha)
[Verse 1: TURNABOUT]
Wanna meet TURNABOUT, so find me in the desert
Gonerville is posted up, smoking on some cancer
You a fuckin' bitch to me
You my fuckin' enemy
Surrounded by nothing but me
We leave you in the desert
And you don’t wanna play with Turn (Nah)
I was ridin' with my reaper and that shit gone fuckin' burn (Rah-rah)
Man these hoes will never learn
They ain’t gonna make it out (Baow-baow)
They gon' hear me rack my reaper
And they blood gone start to churn (Baow-baow)
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