[Intro: Turnabout]

Uhhh

Gonerville

Goth Money, Haunted Mound, we get to the dough (Uhh)

Lord of Ephraim, Kray2Sick, we on that shit, you can't fuck with us (Uhh)

Real gang

Lord of Ephraim (Uhh)

Bitch, I'm with the Mound and you know you can't cool it with us

H-H-H-Hauntaholics

Eternal thuggin' (Nah, nah, nah-nah-nahh)

You can't ever play with me, I get to gunnin'

Lord of Ephraim

Boy, you better run

[Chorus: Turnabout]

Cross on the hill, pop a pill, po' a fo' (Po' fo')

Color-changin' sodas on the flo', I want mo' (I want mo')

Quagen or the Tos, I'on even wanna know (I'on wanna know)

'Cause if I'm high as hell, it don't matter at all (Not at all)

Cross on the hill, pop a pill, pour a fo' (Po' fo')

Double cup filled with untaxed diesel, pour some mo' (Pour some mo')

I'm collecting souls, they all worship at the show (At the show)

Double cup my chalice, haters suck my dick, chrome

[Verse 1: Turnabout]

The day will come where the pain of waking

Another mornin' will fade into the past of yesterday and days before it

The shadow of the moon cast on to the dreaded earth

Will scorch the feeling of anguish from the undertaker's old brain (Old brain)

The brain chemistry change, come thy morrow, and reset the feelin'

Of said bein', baby, I ain't never felt no pain (No pain)

I'm supposed to feel this way, girl, let me just pick your brain (Mmm)

Let me take yo' face, baby, you gotta give me faith

Me and Black Kray walkin' on the dirt road

My lil' lady hit me up, so now it's time to go

Goth Money, Haunted Mound, we get to the dough

Kray fly like a dove, I fly like a crow

[Chorus: Turnabout]

Cross on the hill, pop a pill, po' a fo' (Po' fo')

Color-changin' sodas on the flo', I want mo' (I want mo')

Quagen or the Tos, I'on even wanna know (I'on wanna know)

'Cause if I'm high as hell, it don't matter at all (Not at all)

Cross on the hill, pop a pill, pour a fo' (Po' fo')

Double cup filled with untaxed diesel, pour some mo' (Pour some mo')

I'm collecting souls, they all worship at the show

Double cup my chalice, haters suck my dick, chrome

[Interlude: SickBoyRari]

*Crow caws*

Yeah

On the road wit' the gang

Been turnt up, spin again

With that Scarecrow chain

[Verse 2: SickBoyRari]

On the road wit' the gang

Methanol, fuck the fame

Been turnt up, spin again

Totin' Dracs all in the whip

Dead faces, half size of them bands

In the cornfield posted wit' the gang

That's a scarecrow thang

Turn the traphouse to a horror scene

Anyway, drugs stay lit

No words, we got sticks 'n' beams

On the road, got birds with me

In all black like a burglary (Burglary)

SLITSHYT, know I got my Goths with me (SLIT)

SLITSHYT, know I got my Goths with me (Brrr)

[Outro: Turnabout]

Cross on the hill, pop a pill, po' a fo'

Color-changin' sodas on the flo', I want mo'

Quagen or the Tos, I'on even wanna know

'Cause if I'm high as hell, it don't matter at all