1000 Rounds - Ghostemane, Pouya

Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky

Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around

You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)

I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)

Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam

Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky

Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around

You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)

I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)

Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)

Throw another one up in the grave, I don’t need an AK

Put a double-sided blade in the main vein

Watchin' you leak like a broken pipe

I’m the soft-spoken type but when I channel the archetype

I cannot speak, only dig deep

Into abysmal depression to find what I cannot unsee

I’m a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy

Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley

Fuck the fame, fuck the drugs, I’m on cloud nine

I meditate, fuck LaVey, you so fake divine

I’ll bring you back to life to shoot you in your fuckin' face

The Blackmage, flip the page while I burn sage

Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky

Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around

You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)

I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)

Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam

Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky

Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around

You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)

I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)

Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)

So many people all around me, yet I feel so alone

I’m a dead man walkin', zombies singin' my song

You want that fuck you music?

Go blow your brains out to it

Florida’s finest, you’ll find us inside that broke down hoopty

People in front of my face but they really wanna 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 bitch but I still got a thousand nasty hoes on my sack

Underground Underdog, a hunnid racks flexin' but still roam with the rats

Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky

Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around

You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)

I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)

Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam

Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky

Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around

You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)

I pull up and make it a scene (I pull up and make it a scene)

Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam (I pull up and bust out the beam)