Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1000 Rounds , by - Ghostemane. Release date: 23.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1000 Rounds |
| 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) |