Jumpshot - Ghostemane, Bexey, E Meta

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’m a 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

Put a bitch on a torture table, tie up her wrists

Throw a gag in her mouth

Fuck her 'till her body splits

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