Текст песни TURNABOUT feat Buckshot feat Sematary - BRETHREN

[Intro: Turnabout]
Hauntaholics, laughing all the way to hell
I came with my brethren
Just me and my brethren
Yaaaah, Turnabout on Cutter Lane
Yaaah
Turnabout

[Chorus: Turnabout]
I came with my brethren
Just me and my brethren
We got them guns up
The souls will follow us
I got my brethren
The trees rise up
Buck on adderall we light them coffin up
I came with my brethren
Just me and my brethren
We got them guns up
The souls will follow us
I got my brethren
The trees rise up
We all die after all
Burn down no alcohol

[Verse 1: Turnabout]
Hauntеd mound we never playin
Hacklе gone beam ya now
Bucther house we stay around
The Town That Dreaded Sundown
If you die right now
Might as well
Be with me
My reaper flaring up
My temper burns
My eyes is all you gonna see
Come up round cutter lane
This gone be your last today
When bloods up on the ground
Bones are broken
Sky is turning grey
Swerve up with my brethren
Have the day that you deserve
Imminent demise department
Send you to the barn go burn

[Verse 2: Buckshot]
Sharpening my shoulder blades and carve them into angel wings
Diamonds pierce the skin, match the rhinestone on my robin jeans
When the velvet curtain falls, sisters, brethren, gang with me
I'm on Haunted Mound, bonfire burn the brightest flame
In the deepest night or in the broadest day
Fuck boy you already know, you gon' lose your life today
No grace, I'ma steal the flowers straight up off your grave
I been in the attic for a while, clawing off my face

[Chorus: Turnabout]
I came with my brethren
Just me and my brethren
We got them guns up
The souls will follow us
I got my brethren
The trees rise up
Buck on adderall we light them coffin up
I came with my brethren
Just me and my brethren
We got them guns up
The souls will follow us
I got my brethren
The trees rise up
We all die after all
Burn down no alcohol
[Verse 3: Sematary]
Gasoline, no alcohol
Huffin dust, no aerosol
Slugger bat, no baseball
Drag racin' the devil
When I feel so down low
I’ll set fire to ya soul
100,000 coffin nails, bitch we all die after all
Ghost ridin' state line
With my brethren 'till I die
Arson time, nighty night
Haunted mound 'till I die

[Chorus: Turnabout]
I came with my brethren
Just me and my brethren
We got them guns up
The souls will follow us
I got my brethren
The trees rise up
We all die after all
Burn down no alcohol