[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