SHUSH x SINIZTER - TARANTINO [OFFICIAL AMV] (2024)

A collaboration between SHUSH & SINIZTER! SHUSH album 3, coming soon. Stream SHUSH here - Stream SINIZTER here - Visit the official SHUSH merch store - BEAT by - MIX by - AMV by - ART by - Thanks a ton for the support!! LYRICS: Yo, yo, yo, yo... Yo, I hide my face So they can’t peak inside my window, See no soul. It’s devilish; the way I’m moving. Watch me cruising. No, can’t catch me taking L’s. I’ll bring the bruising, Rip the rules up, coz they stupid. Take myself to see the afterlife On day trips... Back and woke. You can’t catch me, motherfucker Third eye open, ain’t no joke. I put an end to your horizon, See the darkness, make it choke. Don’t you try ask me what I’m breathing, Coz you know it’s fucking smoke. I’m distancing myself from hatred, I’mma see behind that cloak. And what you wanna do about it? I’mma morph into a goat. And they say it’s all conspiracies, But I say that’s conspiracies. Got Demons dancing round me, Your shit rotten, Better get it cleaned up. While I get my team up. Counting money in the morning Like I robbed the place up. My volume always turned up. I bring the silence when it’s not. My coffee laced with something extra Just to turn the heat up... Fuck! Natural Born Killer, When I step into the club. I move like Tarantino, I smoke from Dusk Till Dawn... You know what’s up. Natural Born Killer, When I step into the club. I move like Tarantino, I smoke from Dusk Till Dawn... You know what’s up. Natural Born Killer, When I step into the club. I move like Tarantino, I smoke from Dusk Till Dawn... You know what’s up? (I move like Tarantino... Yeah.) Natural Born Killer, When I step into the club. I move like Tarantino, I SMOKE FROM DUSK TILL DAWN... YOU KNOW WHAT’S UP! (I move like...) I hide my face So they can’t see I got no soul, no. It’s Devilish, the way I’m moving, Rip them rules up. Can’t catch no L’s, I’ll bring the brusing, Get them horns up. Put an end to your horizon, YOU KNOW I’M A WARLORD! Natural born killer When I step into the rave. Ask me what’s on the agenda, I throw three sixes your way. Yung Slaughter be the name, Casting curses be the game, If you’re questioning my sanity You’re probably fully sane. (Yeah. Step, rave. Three 6, your way. Yung Slaughter, name. No, I’m not sane) Natural Born Killer When I step into the rave. Ask me what’s on the agenda, I throw three sixes your way. Yung Slaughter be the name, Casting curses be the game, If you’re questioning my sanity You’re probably fully sane. (Yeah. Step, rave. Three 6, your way. Yung Slaughter, name. No, I’m not sane) Yo, I hide my face So they can’t peak inside my window, See no soul. It’s devilish; the way I’m moving. Watch me cruising. No, can’t catch me taking L’s. I’ll bring the bruising, Rip the rules up, coz they stupid. Take myself to see the afterlife On day trips... Back and woke. You can’t catch me, motherfucker Third eye open, ain’t no joke. I put an end to your horizon, See the darkness, make it choke. Don’t you try ask me what I’m breathing, Coz you know it’s fucking smoke. I’m distancing myself from hatred, I’mma see behind that cloak. (SINIZTER) Hack and slash a hater, bitch, I fuckin’ killed Bill. Know I came up here to rage, Fuck a chill pill. They don’t wanna hear me speak Too much real spill. No, you can’t do what I do, You pussies lack the skill. Morbid Hunger, I’m a zombie, This is Planet Terror. Try to run up in my Grindhouse, That’s a fatal error. See the Demon in my true form, I make him say a prayer. Sever the head of a hater, I’m hackin’ him, I’m in a different era. Scalp a Nazi, leave him leakin’, Get the fuck back! I’m Aldo Raine, I got that blade, I’m ready to throat slash. Put that 9 up to his brain And blow his wig back. They don’t want it with the Bastard, Ready for combat. Suicide doors on my whip, I’m fuckin’ Death Proof. Know I go this shit alone, Never needed you. Double X’s on my hands, lil bitch, I stay true. Gettin’ tired of all the same shit, Show me something new. I hide my face So they can’t see I got no soul, no. It’s Devilish, the way I’m moving, Rip them rules up. Can’t catch no L’s, I’ll bring the brusing, Get them horns up. Put an end to your horizon, YOU KNOW I’M WARLORD! Natural Born Killer When I step into the rave. Ask me what’s on the agenda, I throw three sixes your way. Yung Slaughter be the name, Casting curses be the game, If you’re questioning my sanity You’re probably fully sane. (Yeah. Step, rave. Three 6, your way. Yung Slaughter, name. No, I’m not sane)