1000 Rounds
GhosteMane Lyrics


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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)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to GHOSTEMANE ft. Pouya's song "1000 Rounds" discuss violent imagery and the use of firearms. The chorus repeats the phrase "Bullets fly, legs buckle / Bodies pile to the sky / Thousand rounds will lay you down / We got enough to go around," which paints a graphic picture of multiple people being shot and killed. The song also touches on themes of loneliness and feeling like an outcast, with lines like "So many people all around me / Yet I feel so alone."


The verses contain references to various esoteric concepts and figures, such as alchemy and Aleister Crowley. These references suggest that the singer is interested in exploring dark and mystical subjects. There is also a sense of aggression and defiance in the lyrics, with lines like "I'll bring you back to life to / Shoot you in your fuckin' face" and "Underground Underdog / A hunnid racks flexin' but still / Roam with the rats."


Overall, the song's lyrics are intense and violent, with a mix of occult references and aggressive posturing.


Line by Line Meaning

Bullets fly, legs buckle
The violent sounds of bullets flying through the air and hitting their target cause people's legs to crumble beneath them.


Bodies pile to the sky
The high number of casualties and fatalities results in corpses piling up to the point where they appear to reach the sky.


Thousand rounds will lay you down
A barrage of gunfire involving one thousand rounds is enough to bring someone to the ground, possibly killing them.


We got enough to go around
There is an abundance of ammunition, suggesting that there is plenty to distribute among the group and continue the violence.


You fuck with me, yuh, yuh (You fuck with me)
If someone were to disrespect or provoke the artist, they will respond aggressively and violently.


I pull up and make it a scene
If someone challenges the singer, they will respond by drawing attention to themselves and the situation, making it clear that a confrontation is happening.


Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
The singer will arrive at the scene with a firearm ready to be used in a dangerous and violent manner.


Throw another one up in the grave
The artist suggests adding another person to the ever-growing number of casualties and fatalities in this violent situation, or someone already killed is being buried.


I don't need an AK
The artist suggests that they are capable of causing harm without a weapon typically associated with violent acts, in contrast to their previous mention of a 'beam.'


Put a double-sided blade in the main vein
The artist talks about using a double-edged weapon to harm someone's main vein, causing potentially fatal consequences.


Watchin' you leak like a broken pipe
The singer describes the gruesome sight of someone bleeding heavily and uncontrollably like a broken pipe.


I'm the soft-spoken type but when
The artist appears to be non-threatening and peaceful, but they can become violent and confrontational quickly depending on the situation.


I channel the archetype
The singer embodies a certain personality or character trait that they draw from when engaging in certain situations, potentially one that is violent or aggressive.


I cannot speak, only dig deep
The singer implies that they are unable to articulate their feelings and emotions, but they are capable of accessing and understanding deeper, darker parts of themselves.


Into abysmal depression to find
The singer suggests that they delve into their own depressive thoughts and emotions when trying to find answers or meaning in their life.


What I cannot unsee
The artist refers to something traumatic or distressing that they have witnessed and cannot forget or erase from their memory.


I'm a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
The artist is obsessed with the idea of transforming something base into something precious, often associated with alchemy and the creation of gold from lesser materials.


Calculate everything, reincarnated Crowley
The singer suggests that they are capable of calculating everything and then refers to Aleister Crowley, a notorious occultist and magician who sought to manipulate the universe for his own gain.


Fuck the fame, fuck the drugs
The singer rejects the materialistic aspects of the music industry and lifestyle, such as fame and drug use.


I'm on cloud nine
The artist is euphoric and happy, potentially high or intoxicated, despite their previous rejection of drug use.


I meditate, fuck LaVey, you so fake divine
The artist prefers to calm their mind through meditation, in contrast to the beliefs of Anton LaVey and the Church of Satan, whom they believe are fraudulent in their divinity.


I'll bring you back to life to
The artist suggests that they have the power to bring someone back from the dead, potentially alluding to their violent behavior.


Shoot you in your fuckin' face
The singer promises to use violence and potentially kill the person they brought back to life, further emphasizing their aggression.


The Blackmage
The artist refers to themselves as a powerful and mystical being, potentially a reference to a video game character or similar fantasy trope.


Flip the page while I burn sage
The singer suggests that they are turning to spirituality and ritual to cleanse themselves of negative energy, all while continuing their violent behavior.


So many people all around me
Despite being surrounded by people, the singer still feels alone and isolated.


Yet I feel so alone, I'm a dead man walkin'
The singer feels as though they are already dead, possibly due to their violent behavior or a sense of hopelessness and isolation.


Zombies singin' my song
The artist suggests that those around them are akin to zombies, mindlessly following and singing along to their song despite the violent content and behavior.


You want that fuck you music? Go
The artist suggests that their music is not for those seeking a positive or uplifting message, but for those interested in violent and aggressive content.


Blow your brains out to it Florida's finest
The singer suggests that the violent nature of their music is representative of the state of Florida, possibly a nod to other Florida-based musicians known for their violent or controversial content.


You'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
The singer implies that they are often found in run-down and damaged places, indicating that their violent behavior and lifestyle is not glamorous or desirable.


People in front of my face but they really
Despite being around people, the artist suggests that those in their midst are not truly there for them and may even be actively working against them.


Wanna bust a hole in my back
The artist implies that they feel as though others are out to harm or kill them in a violent manner, potentially leading to a sense of paranoia or distrust.


I been on go for a minute but they
Despite being active and working towards their goals, the artist suggests that others are still trying to stop them from progressing or succeeding.


Really wanna move me off of my track
The singer implies that others are attempting to direct their life in a different direction, when the singer is committed to their current path and direction.


Yeah, I got a bitch but I still got
Despite having a significant other, the artist suggests that they still have plenty of other people interested in them romantically or sexually.


A thousand nasty hoes on my sack
The singer has an abundance of people willing to engage in sexual acts with them, potentially due to their fame or reputation for violence.


Underground Underdog
The singer considers themselves an underdog in the music world, potentially due to their underground status or violent content.


A hunnid racks flexin' but still
Despite having a large sum of money, the singer implies that they are still living a violent and dangerous lifestyle.


Roam with the rats
The artist lives among those who are perceived to be undesirable or lowly, potentially alluding to criminals or those who are violent.




Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: CRISTIAN PALMA, ERIC WHITNEY, KEVIN POUYA

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@yourcartoonmoments9671

[Verse 1: Ghostemane]
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 9
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



@monoknot5868

Lyrics: Throw another one up in the grave
I don't need an AK with a double sided blade
In the main vein
Watching you leak like a broken pipe
I'm a soft spoken type but when I channel the archetype
I cannot speak
Only dig deep into abysmal depression to find what I cabnot unseen
I'm a fiend for the secrets of Alchemy
Calculate everything
Reincarnated Crowley



@passionsesh

Those are incorrect

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



@DomZone123

[Chorus: Pouya]
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 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)
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 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)

[Verse 1: Ghostemane]
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 9
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

[Chorus: Pouya]
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 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)
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 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)

[Verse 2: Pouya]
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 1000 nasty hoes on my sack
Underground Underdog, a hunnid racks flexin'
But still roam with the rats

[Chorus: Pouya]
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 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)
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
1000 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

[Outro]
I pull up and bust out the beam (yuh)



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