Тональность: C# minor•
Verse 1
C#5
Load up my big nine,
now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine,
now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine,
G#
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
Bbm
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#5
Load up my big nine,
G#
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
A
A5
If you busters slippin',
A
C#m
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#5
C#
Load up my big nine,
Bbm
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
Bbm
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#
C#5
Load up my big nine,
C#
G#
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
A
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#5
C#
Load up my big nine,
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
Bbm
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
C#5
Load up my big nine,
C#
G#
D#
now I'm finna shoot to kill
A
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Verse 2
C#m
Straight outta hell, ring the bells,
C#5
Plague is here to stay
Roaches and locusts, they cover me
No halo hovering,
C#m
follow me in your grave
Ain't got no Patek because I'll be
here 'til the end of fucking times
A
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
And still you wonder, "Who am I?"
C#m
C#
C#5
I am the devil's son,
born and raised
C#m
C#5
C#m
Preaching $uicide, googly eyes
C#5
"Tell me more" okay
C#m
C#5
C#m
Praise the fucking devil,
C#5
C#m
C#5
God can suck my dick
C#m
C#5
I scorch the plains
C#m
A
Making mountains crumble,
glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
I'm lord of the plagues
Load up my-
Bbm
C#
Wait a fucking minute,
C#5
I got more to say
C#m
Threatening swordplay
Some would say nay,
'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane
Lord Plague breaking fortes
$carecrow in the corn maze,
C#5
haunting board games
C#m
A
For war, we pray
Plague is cold in Norway
Hanging from the doorframe
C#5
with sores and stains
C#
D#
For war, we pray
Bbm
7th Ward, the grey
For war, we pray
C#
C#5
7th Ward, the grey
C#
G#
D#
For war, we pray
Verse 3
For war, we pray
C#m
Death is inevitable
The fucking $carecrow
walkin' on his tiptoes
On your blood-stained wood wood floor,
you know, mister typical
A
Hearin' the fucking voices through
my window
(Begging to be dead)
But no worries
C#m
C#
C#5
C#m
C#
Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade,
May thy rise for the Yung Christ,
never even died
C#
C#m
My father just forsaken I
A
I'm still $uicide until I die
It's an eye for an eye
C#m
Speaking of I, I- (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won't even let me rest,
while I'm sleeping
It's gettin' harder to watch
from the bleachers
Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay
C#m
jumping over people
Xanax eatin', close to lethal
Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles
So I grew up a fuck-up (pow,
pow, pow, pow)
A
Load the nine up, my time's up,
yeah (yeah, yeah)
Verse 4
C#m
Grew up a fuck up
Load up my big nine,
C#
D#
now I'm fin na shoot to kill
Bbm
Load the nine up (fuck all this shit)
If you busters slippin' (my time's up,
fuck)
Outro 1
It's this .50 finna-
C#m
G#
D#
A
A5
A
F#
Bbm
F#
D#m
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