1000 Rounds Pouya & Ghostemane

[Chorus: 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)

[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
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