This is a song about "Turned"

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

I've turned out almost fine,

Turned insane from this dungeon of sate,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

On how when you turned a fuck boy and the same day i turned celibate

Turned my back to the past, gotten up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

my life turned out to be a disaster,

Poke out from behind her

But he turned into a liar

That got your mother high

Turned into the good guy

Keep the party turned round

I just might throw a big amount