Тональность: Gb major
Verse 1
G
A
G
Yo
Pour the pitcher I'm the catcher
F#m
G
J. D. Salinger
You're the chump,
A
face the champ your man's a challenger
A
Poo and Booka Watu Penda Pesa, say
A
I heard he saw clips
G
F#m
But I don't clap them shits
A
G
I know about three or four
who will give your ass
A
Six rounds of applause
A
G
It's futile to haggle a contract clause
Verse 2
A
We only obey laws that coincide
G
with the ones we make
F#m
If the Jager don't kill me,
A
G
the Goldschläger may
A
I plan to leave Las Vegas
with seventeen geese
A
Sugar abuse yields mad
G
And those who spark bowls
A
G
Have merely been tricked into
A
a habit that's hard to kick
G
A
But who invented the recipe?
Verse 3
G
He got expelled before his mind
A
could grasp chemistry
G
F#m
Enemies of best
A
G
friends of me
A
God only knows what makes me tick,
G
A
Christ only tells me what to think
G
Spiru- Tein in my morning drink
A
G
Jack and coke for the brunch one
F#m
Maybe me a heiney for lunch,
A
G
make it a tall one
A
Put me on the guest list, plus one
A
So me and B can drink 'til
E
A
G
the fuckin' cows come
Verse 4
G
A
G
F#m
Hey kids, don't follow that dope
A
Zoloft, Celexa, Prozac the
A
Self- medicated equals less frustrated
When I see a now or Later,
A
G
I annihilate it
Sugar kills too,
A
G
ask a diabetic
F#m
A
Flow's sick, beat's pathetic
G
A
One and twos and copesthetic
Old beats deaded
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