Kunci: B minor
Verse 1
Dm
Bb
There was me, Alex, and three of my mans,
Dm
A
all supposed to meet at the
F
couldn't afford it's liquor license,
Ebm
F
Am
A
so it sold milk plus drank rum,
or sent the mask.
C
It would sharpen you up for a of
F
the old ul tra -violence,
Bb
C
which plagued our minds for the evening.
F
F#
And so, kiddies, death for all,
C
right, right, right, right
Am
A
D
I'm against a machine like Rage
Bb
Bitches say I hate you, Cage, after circle jerks
C
D
I wash my hands off an d do dirts
A
D
A
Sick with a smirk, plus happy to stir
D
Fuck the first two bitches like dogs
A
and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion,
but that's my science
D
Dm
Fuck your head up like cornrows
C#m
A
Haven't been with it since the last corpse
D
kid ain't smile and told the cop he did it
E
Am
A
D
Of course the most raw throughout the 9 -1 -4 109 -40,
Bm
got you re -shook like Doc Morrow
C
Am
Pour beer out for yourself
A
because you're walking dead
I'll burn your house down
C
like a fucking talking head
And get high like fuck
and pick apart my brain
Gm
A
they mentally cause infections
F
Break you with inventions,
sick intentions
D
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
A
Am
C
I'm strictly, beyond an d back,
F
Bb
come an d get Hematopin
D
left from a lick like a hickey
A
D
Leak smoke got me ready
A
tucking they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what
your shit missed
E
Little sis wet her like a Baptist
C#m
Like sitting on Venus with
E
Am
Try and pick apart some major orange
Em
D
Per ception catch frontal lobe damage
Bm
And not manage correction
C
Am
A
I smell leak smoke left by
the anonymous
C
Beats fought back to life, die,
but I'm abominous
Come around and get your ass
shot to clusters
Bb
Gm
I'ma play the engines with the arrows,
you'll be custards
A
F
Back, I write upon ya,
divorce your head and neck then scalp it
D
Ripple for your flesh and make
A
D
a outfit
People said his brain was in
A
D
A
fected by devils
D
People said his brain was
People said his brain was infected
D
E
A
by devils
D
Em
Am
Em
Dm
D
B
People said his brain was infected by
Bm
Am
A
devils
C
Bb
Gm
G
A
F
P -p -p -people said his brain was
D
got mushed in that canister shape
G
Coughin' till stolen from the garbage
A
In sticks, snatchin' cream like bricks
D
Blow shotguns through the sky,
D
See me twist and leap with my peeps
Dm
Get high, run up in your crib
D
E
an d fuck your moms backwards
don't give a fuck about dangerous
C#m
I'm in it for the whip,
D
plus the cream in the head
Em
Rocks ready to bust any
Am
trick that talks slick
Dm
Know a crew of devils in my head
Bm
that forced me to walk with
C
A
Death in my pocket for the curious
Sat your execution seat twelve faces
C
Of Jesus in your jury this orange AJ
Shit on the vagrant
Bb
Brought you in the alley by yourself
Gm
then left your head vacant
F
some of the stress in my life
A
For all you cunts that try to spit
D
with your bitch click behind ya
Wake up in the morning
A
D
with a horse head beside ya
A
Mob Dukes is just a cherry on top
I caught the quick lock,
D
buggin' in the institution
A
D
Dm
Whatever sanity was left,
E
C#m
A
Psychological pollution,
they stickin' me with Dorothy's
C#m
solution
E
lookin' for Ghali retribution
Em
Am
An d I can almost see clear,
D
I start buggin' like an insect
Bm
B
And they love me in your ear
Agent Orange stompin' on
Serve a body part,
C
while murder scenes abstract art
Split your sweet bread,
F
C
send some harvest over the infrared
Bb
Gm
Boots get planted in chest,
death for the misled
Am
F
Lay em down for naps in the dirt,
just like clockwork
D
while your brain's taking a squirt
D
A
people said his brain,
people said his brain
A
D
was in fected by devils
D
Em
Am
D
was infected by
C
A
Am
People said his brain
F
C
Bb
Gm
Am
F
you
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