Kunci: G minor
Verse 1
B
Gb
Ebm
Gb
Yeah..
D
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish
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Bb
Ebm
Bb
this motherfuckin album
Bb
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
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the Motherfuckin Chorus"
D
Whatever all the arrangements are
C
Bb
Ebm
we gon' go through
Fuck all the laws..
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Verse 2
Gb
What the fuck was in your mind when you
Who possessed you to do that? Who pro
C
grammed - that shit sound wack
Bb
You motherfuckers rap under
Ebm
a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by the company,
Vocals sound like a nigga with no
D
makin asses out of yourselves,
tryin to rap solo
C
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because
Ebm
why'all niggaz write like slouches puffin
blunts on studio couches
What's up you fuckin amateur?
Bb
Your engineer'll cue in
your bullshit cadence
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That shit sounds simple; look
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D
at this nigga rhymin to hisself
C
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck
Big crews don't want it
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- - why'all get it worse
Ebm
Which one of why'all motherfuckers
is waitin for the mic first?
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I hope your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too,
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that's your fanbase - - plus your DJ's in the place
C
let it be fair; when you come off- stage
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C
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ninety percent of the people that
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Bb
came on your guest list
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ain't gon' be there
A big dissapointment when I rub your
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asshole with a verbal ointment
Rappers actin hard,
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nervous in the dressin room
with a security guard
D
Groupies standin round with
they fuckin face frowned
C
Lookin like fuckin Homey the Clown
Bb
Put that Spring Wa ter down man,
You motherfuckers did a ten minute
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weak show and you jettin;
your fans are mad - your
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performance was garbage bag
Look at these videotapes
D
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts
C
like the Planet of the Apes
Bb
Supervise it, criticize it,
Ebm
Bb
why'all don't realize it
Ebm
where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget
when you takin
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that high picture for Right On
with your ballroom light on
Gb
You know the night is kind
D
of special like Lowenbrau
when I escort you to your car,
Bb
Ebm
Leave the premises and reminisce on your
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Ebm
rookie season after you first started
Bb
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues
Gb
like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga,
D
tryin to act large in the video in Nevada
C
You fuckin pink maggot; I'll take your mic,
Bb
Ebm
You niggaz be runnin around with ears
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open like fuckin bunny rabbits
Verse 3
Bb
Gb
D
Gb
D
That's right, Dr. Dooom
All you motherfuckers around the world
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Ebm
sittin in studios with your boys
D
Ebm
Hypin your shit up
Bb
Motherfuckers don't want to tell
you that your shit is wack
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because they all yes men
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C
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases
C
Ebm
Bein your fuckin
cheerleaders
I'ma tell you straight,
Bb
look in the fuckin mirror, you wack
Gb
D
Gb
That shit don't sound right,
Your vocals are too low.. your
fuckin cadence is off
Ebm
Stage show's weak.. fuck you!
Bb
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