Kunci Gitar Bottle Rocket
Mf Doom
Mf Doom
Mf Grimm
Mf Grimm

N/A2 dilihat
Kunci: Eb major
Verse 1
G#
F#m
Bm
A
M .I .C.
E
A
F#m
M .I .C.
G#
M .I .C.
A
The grim reaper will reap so
G#
don't sleep or make a peep
F#m
I'm deep, I got a shawty
Bm
and it pumps like a
G
A
As it pump, you weep,
E
your options creep
A
C#m
I'm not pumping daylight soul,
G#
I'm pumping little creeps
In heaps and heaps of lead
like sheep that led
F#m
To their deathbed, fed,
Bm
B
A
instead of making bread that left dead
E
Ripped to shreds, twisted, hangin'
A
C#m
G#
I rest heads to bed like
club head get wise
C#m
F#m
Real ize that sometimes
G#
hypnotize emcees
To my rhymes and lines
that they memorize
A
Strap kick, dick sticks, built like dick sticks
G#
The two picks, I kick ass,
quick and sick like a karate flick
Chop you like a brick, you tick
A
F#m
Flame brother, either father,
brother, king or mix
Bm
B
A
But you're dope as shit,
E
A
you dick, I stick niggas up
G#
Cause I'm a lunatic,
my victims are handpicked
A
You wiped off like lipstick,
G#
seasick or homesick
F#m
Pretend I'm glad you beat
B
that ass with a boomstick
A
Say one word, and yes,
E
your ass I'll chase
A
G#
That's not gas, that's fear in your face
Help the words, no handshake,
you're soft like cheesecake
F#m
Tough like beefsteak,
Bm
but sweet like shortcake
B
A
E
A young star, my fall, that's up the bar
A
G#
No matter who you are,
I'll be ready to spar
C#m
G#
Cause the mic is a crowbar,
F#m
my rhymes are solar
G#
Classy like a jaguar,
the microphone all -star
A
F#m
G#
Grim's a diehard, chill on the boulevard
A
With my bodyguard, he's big like it's
G#
St.
Bernard's in war
I declare, so be aware, it's so fair
F#m
Cause you can't compare
gold to silverware
Bm
I
A
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
E
you interfering with me
A
G#
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers with
I
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
you interfering with me
F#m
Go against me nigga,
Bm
B
you don't want no dealers with me
A
DESTROY!
the fuck on my path,
E
you interfering with me
A
F#m
G#
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers
You can't cause a dent to
my demented senses
F#m
B
A
Relentless pain, no novocaine I drill like a dentist,
couldn't prevent this
E
A
G#
Heart like cement tape, musical rape,
leave you hanging like drapes
I crush microphones like they were grapes
F#m
On tour, I make a lot of paints
Bm
A
But the words you heard,
E
F#m
A
I meant this I designed this shape, I bent this track
G#
Sent this whack apprentice
A
ass right back
G#
A
To the drawing board, it was a joke
F#m
To the rhyme, overlord,
Bm
B
A
overlord, overlord soul
E
A
Catch the wave like coke,
G#
let you float like a surfboard
A
G#
Stompin' the streets, I tear up clubs
F#m
You reach for the mic and
Bm
I leave you with nub s
A
E
A frog brings sales like a bag of chips
A
G#
When a rapper try to flip,
or either give me lip
Catch me at my maddest,
A
G#
F#m
that's when I write my baddest shit
Bm
A
Then I lock like a pick on the paper
E
Sic em, another victim for the
A
F#m
musical raper
G#
Round ripper, style stripper, non -hipper
F#m
C#m
Sharp like a nail clipper
F#m
A
I'm bigger than both of the dippers
G#
And very dapper,
F#m
G#
I'll go deeper than flipper
A
F#m
But when it come to rappers,
rappers, rappers
A
G#
A
G#
Huh, y 'all just little whippersnappers
A
G#
So what up, what up, punk, shut up
F#m
I'll get your jaw broke like
Bm
Grazerutter
A
Ah shit, I'm at it again
E
A
F#m
G#
Chasing motherfuckers like I'm
Rin
Tin
Tin
A
G#
The final chapter, no more laughter
F#m
Bm
As I bomb your ass just like the day after
A
No nuclear warheads, cause instead
E
A
C#m
All rhymes are lost by the
G#
kid who's fed
We're infrared to pinpoint the joint
F#m
All the place, all the person I chase face
Bm
A
So walk, and don't try to
E
talk when I start to stalk
A
F#m
I don't discriminate,
G#
Grim
Reaper hates
F#m
All
MCs who grab the microphone
Yes, I dislike them wheth
F#m
er they're friend or foe
So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows
Eight -punch combos, I turn stars into
John
Doe's
So if you see me at a show, you better
G .O.
And tiptoe your ass out the fuckin' door
I film my shows with a
Handycam
Before I go on, I sip some brandy and
Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the
Candyman
And I cripple
MCs, make them handy, man
I destroy
Get the fuck out my path

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