Turnabout, Hackle - COFFIN TOWN lyrics

(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)

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)

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 Little 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

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

We posted in the woods, you'll never
Find us, we ain't, find us
We ain't comin' out (Comin' out)
In those same woods we beat your head
You never come around (Come around)
It's the doomsday, bitch, you
Ain't no prepper, you ain't ready now
(No) we put you in a coffin so deep
Sleepin' in white shrouds (White shrouds)
This that Haunted Mound, we goin' dumb
American double B, no one got it
We be turnin' up
Hit you in the chest, cave it in
Now you coughin' blood
Make that boy sick, coughin' up
That boy got the suds (That boy sick)
We rollin' round the town, lots of killin'
Die slow for me and go to heaven
Pull up here, you'll meet my weapon
Pull up here, you'll meet my Smith & Wesson

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
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 (Gonerville)

(Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound)