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 (you fuck with me) Yuh, 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 (you fuck with me) Yuh, 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 But a double-sided blade in the main vein Watching 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're so fake divine I'll bring you back to life to 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 (you fuck with me) Yuh, 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 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 (you fuck with me) Yuh, 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 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 (you fuck with me) Yuh, 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) 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 (you fuck with me) Yuh, 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)