Turnabout, Hackle - DOES lyrics

There's blood all over my clothes
There's blood all over your clothes
You ain't ever been to the Haunted Mound
Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound yeah

You got blood all over them clothes
There's blood all over my clothes
A ghost left through his nose
Sending souls to the north pole
You got blood all over them clothes
There's blood all over my clothes
Their faces by the window
I'm a buck and y'all some does
His face turn white like snow whеn
The blood run out the nose
It's just how it fucking goеs
Glowing eyes just like the does
Turnabout on go, Haunted Mound stay on go
Y'all 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
There's something scouting from the bushes
It's something you can't fathom
I'm disappearing like a phantom
You can't 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 I'm headbanging
My true gon' change
But I ain't ever changing (Turnabout)

You got blood all over them clothes
There's blood all over my clothes
A ghost left through his nose
Sending souls to the north pole
You got blood all over them clothes
There's blood all over my clothes
Their faces by the window
I'm a buck and y'all some does
His face turn white like snow when
The blood run out the nose
It's just how it fucking goes
Glowing eyes just like the does
Turnabout on go, Haunted Mound stay on go
Y'all been actin like some hoes
We come creeping like the does
Hackle down on 'em

Blood all on your clothes, I don't 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 ain't never going home
Bro, what you talking bout? Bitch
I'm Hackledown
Hit you 762, leave your asses in the ground
Body in the basement, body never found
Hackle down on em, Hackle and Turnabout

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