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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 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 thе blood run out the nose It's just how it fucking goes Glowing еyes 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, Hackle, bruh, 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 Letras de cancionesIt'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 7.62, 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 From Letras Mania