text: 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 dont need an AK
  Put a double-sided blade in the main vein
  Watchin you leak like a broken pipe
  Im 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
  Im a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
  Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley
  Fuck the fame, fuck the drugs, Im on cloud nine
  I meditate, fuck LaVey, you so fake divine
  Ill 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 
  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
  Im a dead man walkin, zombies singin my song
  You want that fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
  Floridas finest, youll 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 
  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