Turnabout - Does Lyrics

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Theres blood all over my clothes
Theres blood all over your clothes
You aint ever been to the Haunted Mound
Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound
Yeah

You got blood all over them clothes
Theres blood all over my clothes
A ghost left through his nose
Sending souls to the north pole
You got blood all over them clothes
Theres blood all over my clothes
Their faces by the window
Im a buck and yall some does
His face turn white like snow when the blood run out the nose
Its just how it fucking goes
Glowing eyes just like the does
Turnabout on go, Haunted Mound stay on go
Yall been actin like some hoes
We come creeping like the does

Blood run out his eyes, he get to decaying
Snuffer, Goner, Hackledown, what the fuck you saying?
Coven of the crows, and they know where you staying
I send souls to the north pole, and my fucking Harold hanging
Theres something scouting from the bushes
Its something you cant fathom
Im disappearing like a phantom
You cant find me if you wanted like you want it
Turnabout knows the whereabouts of your house
So where you going?
Harold swinging, Hell raising
These lames complaining, we get to spraying
Shoot your head while Im headbanging
My true gon change
But I aint ever changing

Blood all on your clothes, I dont know why
I been seeing lots of red, all you seeing is that white
Side of the road, deer in headlights
Hackle down on em, Butcher House, we taking lives
Me and Turnabout turn up, you already know
Bro tweaking so damn hard, peeking out the window
Bitch we got them bucks, bitch we got that dough
Walk up in my butcher house, you aint never going home
Bro, what you talking bout? Bitch, Im Hackledown
Hit you 7.62, leave your asses in the ground
Body in the basement, body never found
Hackle down on em, Hackle and Turnabout