Тональность: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Cm
Bb
How wonderful to be so profound
Am
Cm
When everything you are is
G
Am
dying underground
Black is pink loose, I'm a jinsu
You know what I've been through,
E
stab you with a bizzo
Am
I'm a misfit, you can get the biscuit
I don't talk too much,
bitch, I'm artistic
Sadistic, horrific, you miss it, then kiss it
If you get him gone,
I done blow two zones
Bitch get off the bus, I'm OG too toned
All I carry is dust,
all they bearing is us
I love a fat bitch that shop at Marion
E
Am
Plus I got an 87 Benz, drunk 87 gin
E
I'm a fag, I done slept with 87
Am
Rollin' for his coat, let me get that shit
And I don't sell white,
E
I just sniff that shit
Am
White cocaine like some Christmas shit
I wish I had some dust
so I can dip that shit
And you can try to run, I'ma do what I do
I don't give a fuck about your album,
E
this a blab interview
Am
I'm Shady M, mixed with Nas,
Escobar, fuck gas
E
Bitch, this a Tesla car,
Am
I'm Tesla law, I test your jaw
Relax, bitch, it's just a fuckin' song
I got an 85 ounce with an 85 pound
Funny nigga, I should be on 85 South
Me and Kanye in Wyoming recordin',
workin' out
Doin' ten songs that
E
ain't never comin' out
Am
I'm live from 8 Mile,
I blow them niggas
And fuck the free world,
I don't know them niggas
In front of the high school,
believe I blast
Sneaky nigga,
E
Am
I sneak a tech up and cast
E
Let's go! He gotta go!
Am
This is for the drug addicts,
this is for the misfits
This is for the kids that got
E
nothing for Christmas
Am
This is for the demons,
this is for the heathens
One head shot,
E
it'll make them stop breathing
Am
E
1 -800 -SUICIDE
I pack a punch, I'm packin' lunch
I packin' dough, I pack the runch
I pack a bomb, right in Pakistan
E
This is water, n***a, straight Ocelot
straight stab n****s
You like the UFC,
E
you like to grab n****s
Am
Bet ter wear a Tefron,
these bullets is hot
N***a, drink his Glock,
E
it's a five -hour shot
Am
I got 25 Glocks, leave 25 Popped
E
Am
Fuck the Greyhound, they got 25 Stocked 46,
still out here rappin'
Sleepin' on the mattress,
E
waitin' for this fat bitch's tax
Am
Pack your bags, bitch you gone
I done went through your phone
E
Who the fuck is Jerome?
He got a gun!
This is for the drug addicts
This is for the misfits
This is for the kids
E
that got nothing for Christmas
Am
This is for the demons,
this is for the heathens
One head shot,
E
it'll make them stop breathing
E
Am
1 -800 -SUICIDE
E
Am
Dm
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