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, 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, I pull up and make it a scene

Yuh, yuh, 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

Watching you leak like a broken pipe

I'm the soft-spoken type, but when I handle 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, reincarnate 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 and shoot you in your fucking face

The Black Mage, 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, 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, I pull up and make it a scene

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

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

I'm a dead man walking, zombies singing 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 tracks

Yeah, I got a bitch, but I still got a thousand nasty hoes on my sack

Underground Underdog hunnid rack flexing, but I 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, 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, I pull up and make it a scene

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