Ghostemane - 1000 Rounds lyrics

[Hook: Pouya] Bullets fly Legs buckle Bodies pile to the sky 1000 rounds will lay you down We got enough to go around You f** with me, yuh, yuh I pull up and make it a scene, yuh I pull up and bust out a beam Bullets fly Legs buckle Bodies pile to the sky 1000 rounds will lay you down We got enough to go around You f** with me, yuh, yuh I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh I pull up and bust out a beam [Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE] Throw another on up in the grave I don't need an AK with a double sided blade In the mainframe Watching you leak like a broken pipe I'm a soft spoken type but when I handle the archetype I cannot speak Only dig deep In your abysmal depression I f** with I cannot just see I'm a thief with the secrets I'm 'bout to recalculate everything Reincarnated Crowley f** the fame f** the d** I'm on Cloud 9 I meditate f** Lavey You so fake divine I'll bring you back to life and shoot you in your f**ing face The black mage Flip the page While I burn sage [Hook: Pouya] Bullets fly Legs buckle Bodies pile to the sky 1000 rounds will lay you down We got enough to go around You f** with me, yuh, yuh I pull up and make it a scene, yuh I pull up and bust out a beam Bullets fly Legs buckle Bodies pile to the sky 1000 rounds will lay you down We got enough to go around You f** with me, yuh, yuh I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh I pull up and bust out a beam [Verse 2: Pouya] So many people all around me yet I feel so alone I'm a dead man walking Zombie singing my song You want that f** you music? Go blow your brains out to it Florida's finest You find us Inside that broke down hoopty People in front of my face but they really want to bust a hole in my back I been on go for a minute but they really wanna move me off of my track Yeah I got a b**h but I still got a thousand nasty hoes on my sack Underground Underdog Hunnid' rack flexing But still roam with racks [Hook: Pouya] Bullets fly Legs buckle Bodies pile to the sky 1000 rounds will lay you down We got enough to go around You f** with me, yuh, yuh I pull up and make it a scene, yuh I pull up and bust out a beam Bullets fly Legs buckle Bodies pile to the sky 1000 rounds will lay you down We got enough to go around You f** with me, yuh, yuh I pull up and make it a scene, yuh, yuh I pull up and bust out a beam