GHOSTEMANE - NaturalBornThrillers lyrics
[GHOSTEMANE - NaturalBornThrillers lyrics]
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)
'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
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)
"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"
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)
'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
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)
"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"