1000 Rounds lyrics

[Chorus: Pouya]
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f*ck with me, yuh, yuh (You f*ck 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 f*ck with me, yuh, yuh (You f*ck 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)

[Verse 1: Ghostemane]
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
f*ck the fame, f*ck the drugs, I'm on cloud nine
I meditate, f*ck LaVey, you so fake divine
I'll bring you back to life to shoot you in your f*ckin' face
The Blackmage, flip the page while I burn sage
[Chorus: Pouya]
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f*ck with me, yuh, yuh (You f*ck 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 f*ck with me, yuh, yuh (You f*ck 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)

[Verse 2: Pouya]
So many people all around me, yet I feel so alone
I'm a dead man walkin', zombies singin' my song
You want that f*ck 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 b*tch but I still got a thousand nasty hoes on my sack
Underground Underdog, a hunnid racks flexin' but still roam with the rats

[Chorus: Pouya]
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You f*ck with me, yuh, yuh (You f*ck 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 f*ck with me, yuh, yuh (You f*ck 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)