Ghostemane - NaturalBornThrillers
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{verse 1}
Chillin' in the whip with a schemin' bad chick 'bout five in the morn i'm lit (lit)
Lightin' up my black in the back of the donk then we 'bout to go hit a lick (lick)
Sky headed low to the ground all i see is the mist and the moon that's it (that's it)
Jump out the whip and we running through the mist got a shotty that ya grippin that's it ('s it)
Stop at the door, window down, i take a look inside and i see no dro (no dro)
Live by the gas so we looking at each other, like this is it let's go (let's go)
Kick in the door run up in that motherfucker like all we really need is a dough (a dough)
Take out your wallet put your hands up high if you wanna make it out that door (that door)
{verse 2}
'bout seven people in the diner not including all the cooks and the chick at the bar
Bunch of hillbillies in the booth in the back, see nazi tats on their arms
All i wanted to do was kick down the door and let everybody leave alive
But now i got another idea in my brain seeing nothing but red in my eyes
{verse 3}
Walk up to the booth, hear the sound of my boots click clack on the old wood floor (floor)
Looking motherfuckers in their eyes i ain't said shit but they scared as a ho
Two minutes passed and nobody said a word 'til i came with some crazy shit;
"do you believe in the book of man tales that you heard when you was a little jit?"
Not another second passed 'til you heard bloom, bloom and the skinhead drop to the floor
Rest of the crew didn't do a damn thing, except beg to let 'em go
Thought about it for a minute now what i really thought about while i pretended to think
Chick getting to me cause she thought about the dope but i gotta get rid of that stank
Bloom, bloom, boom with a thump, thump, thump all the skinheads fall to the ground
Smile on my face heading out that door then we nowhere to be found
Word headed out through the land that it was two psychos running 'round with guns (click clack)
They don't really know how we seeing it now we just two kids tryna have some fun (yeah)
{outro: woody harrelson}
"you and me, we're not even the same species. i used to be you, then i evolved. from where you're standing, you're a man. from where i'm standing, you're an ape. you're not even an ape. you're a media person. media's like the weather, only it's man-made weather."
"i guess wayne you just gotta hold that old shotgun in your hand then it becomes clear, like it did for me the first time. that's when i realized my one true calling in life... shit, man... i'm a natural born killer."
{verse 1}
Chillin' in the whip with a schemin' bad chick 'bout five in the morn i'm lit (lit)
Lightin' up my black in the back of the donk then we 'bout to go hit a lick (lick)
Sky headed low to the ground all i see is the mist and the moon that's it (that's it)
Jump out the whip and we running through the mist got a shotty that ya grippin that's it ('s it)
Stop at the door, window down, i take a look inside and i see no dro (no dro)
Live by the gas so we looking at each other, like this is it let's go (let's go)
Kick in the door run up in that motherfucker like all we really need is a dough (a dough)
Take out your wallet put your hands up high if you wanna make it out that door (that door)
{verse 2}
'bout seven people in the diner not including all the cooks and the chick at the bar
Bunch of hillbillies in the booth in the back, see nazi tats on their arms
All i wanted to do was kick down the door and let everybody leave alive
But now i got another idea in my brain seeing nothing but red in my eyes
{verse 3}
Walk up to the booth, hear the sound of my boots click clack on the old wood floor (floor)
Looking motherfuckers in their eyes i ain't said shit but they scared as a ho
Two minutes passed and nobody said a word 'til i came with some crazy shit;
"do you believe in the book of man tales that you heard when you was a little jit?"
Not another second passed 'til you heard bloom, bloom and the skinhead drop to the floor
Rest of the crew didn't do a damn thing, except beg to let 'em go
Thought about it for a minute now what i really thought about while i pretended to think
Chick getting to me cause she thought about the dope but i gotta get rid of that stank
Bloom, bloom, boom with a thump, thump, thump all the skinheads fall to the ground
Smile on my face heading out that door then we nowhere to be found
Word headed out through the land that it was two psychos running 'round with guns (click clack)
They don't really know how we seeing it now we just two kids tryna have some fun (yeah)
{outro: woody harrelson}
"you and me, we're not even the same species. i used to be you, then i evolved. from where you're standing, you're a man. from where i'm standing, you're an ape. you're not even an ape. you're a media person. media's like the weather, only it's man-made weather."
"i guess wayne you just gotta hold that old shotgun in your hand then it becomes clear, like it did for me the first time. that's when i realized my one true calling in life... shit, man... i'm a natural born killer."
