Jumpshot (feat. E Meta & Bexey)

GHOSTEMANE

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    (Bout to take a jump shot)
    (Pass me the rock)

    Take a jump shot off a pussy boy back
    Grab the Mac, put it back
    And grab the baseball bat
    Put a nail through it
    Swing it 'till they don't talk back
    Ski mask, rock it while I fuck my bitch from the back

    I'ma stone cold creeper with a Kurt Cobain demeanor
    Mira me I'm no believer but I know what I believe in
    When I die I'll be sent in to a castle made of kief
    And then I'll keep on keepin' on
    Keepin' a dragon witta chain (leash)
    Take it back to '99 with the real club hits
    I don't ever go to clubs unless I'm startin' mosh pits
    Putta bitch on a torture table, tie up her wrists
    Throw a gag in her mouth
    Fuck her 'till her body splits

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    Every time that piece of shit is
    Wanna fuck with a sacred species (hah)
    You can never intersect me (nah)
    'Cause you in the deep end and I see you sinking, sinking
    Bring in the men to watch the chicks watch em like them
    When I really wanna fuck her like this
    When I eat her, you're from Ibiza
    When I answer everybody in your era (yuh)
    Take a jumpshot, I don't care where you come from
    I've been in a ghost town, for too long and insane now
    Rain, rooftop boy
    Gaze out, fucking hurt, brains out (bruh)
    Now I'm gone (bruh) and I fell down (fuck bye)

    'Bout to take a jump shot, bitch pass me the rock
    'Bout to take a jump shot, shot, take a jump shot
    'Bout to take a jump shot, bitch pass me the rock
    'Bout to take a jump shot, bitch pass me the rock
    'Bout to take a jump shot, shot, take a jump shot
    'Bout to take a jump shot, bitch pass me the rock
    'Bout to take a jump shot in my white Reebok's
    'Bout to take a jump shot, bitch pass me the rock

    Told you she needed meta creeping in the mist
    Put the bird to the world we a bunch a misfits
    Smoking up cannabis praying to the triple six
    Mane, all the non believers rot in the 'byss
    Let them suffer in their own piss I don't give a shit
    I never really have lead chills down your shins
    As we creeping, as we creeping, as we creeping all the time
    As we creeping, as we creeping, I'm losing my mind

    Take a jump shot off a pussy boy back
    Grab the Mac, put it back
    And grab the baseball bat
    Put a nail through it
    Swing it 'till they don't talk back
    Ski mask, rock it, while I fuck my bitch from the back

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    Composition: Ghostemane

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