Don't Turn Around

Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground

Now who I gotta body, like I do this for a hobby
She wants to give me kitty, I put her up in doggie
Man, she tastin' like some waffles with the syrup

Once they soggy, she can only ride with me
If that ass is never poppin', I don't judge her on her weight
But I hope she just a snack, if you run into buffets
Run a fuckin' lap, but if you in the heavy set

Well, your boy is just a skeleton
All I gotta ask is, are you into fat Mexicans

I'm getting really high, only smokin' kudasai
Got Miyagi lookin' eyes from that hit of Cobra Kai

All these lies, all these lies, got them crossin' all these lines
Catch me slippin' with a blondie, 2010 Amanda Bynes
But it's alright, I'm alright, see me now on some stupid shit
I'm almost 22, best in town to ever do this shit

They wanna have some shine, but the vision is a new eclipse
The kid is stayin' ill, motherfucker, I'm Illuminate
I don't gotta try to shoot my shot and go and scoop your bitch
You're textin' her some hearts, she textin' me some nudie pics

Crazy and exuberant, bat an eye, we Superman
This game is going menopause, I'm hitting with no lubricant
I'm making all these moves like I should own a fuckin' U-Haul
Riding with this hard, they givin' me some blue balls

Shitting on them hard, I think I need some new draws
But where are the whores? There's silence all around
We down in ghetto Luau till the bodies hit the ground

Don't turn around when the bodies hit the ground

Like a sloppy rebound, put your fuckin' knees down
Lippin' off, givin' top, what you sippin' on
King Kong, hit the weed bong, dippin' like a seesaw
Hick and all heeyah, where the whores that we call

Knockin' at the doors, flockin' by the hordes
Just zombies surrounding, why's it so cloudy
Delusions about me, party in Clark County
We gonna get rowdy, skip and scratch, flip it back

Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground
Don't turn around, when the bodies hit the ground

Cool on the underside, fools from my mother's side
have no relation, so all my patients
Think I shrink or bleed my ink

For no reason I rhyme, I figure to leave them alive
When the morning arrives, so I open my eyes
Roll them back and scream to the skies