Don't Turn Around (feat. Kauzum)

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