Тональность: C minor
Verse 1
A5
He was brought to a place
And was shot and left behind
Who pulled the trigger?
Interlude 1
I don't give you any names
A5
F
C
G
D
A5
C
G
D
A5
F
C
G
D
A5
C
A5
C
A5
C
A5
C
A5
A
A5
Dm
A5
C
A5
C
A
A5
Verse 2
A5
You took a hostage with a loaded gun
And this has gone on for too long son
You're not an artist you're
just a clown
You're the circus when
you're in town
You've caused a state of confusion
Dumbed down the public and
Created an illusion
A magician, you sawed your girl in half
You might have fooled the crowd
But all I can do is ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha
E
A5
Verse 3
E
A5
Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like
you were an x ray
Cracked up smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up
Verse 4
F
You've got the gun And you're
C
G
D
killing everything I love
A5
You don't respect it
C
G
D
And what you are, yeah I reject it
A5
You're just a fashion show
F
C
G
D
And you shit on everything I know
A5
And now I'm seeing red
C
G
'Cause you pulled the trigger
A
Am
And metal is dead
Verse 5
A
A5
Don't need that four leaf clover
A
A5
Your fifteen minutes, yeah it's over
But there'll be more just like you
Always following, thieving and borrowing
Dying to find the formula
Man you ain't Freddy Krueger
You're just Count Chocula
Silly rabbit this ain't no trick
'Cause I walk the walk
A
A5
And your minute made riffs
Verse 6
They ride the dick
A5
Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like
you were an x ray
Cracked up smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up
Verse 7
F
You've got the gun And you're
C
G
D
killing everything I love
A5
You don't respect it
C
G
D
And what you are, yeah I reject it
A5
You're just a fashion show
F
C
G
D
And you shit on everything I know
A5
And now I'm seeing red
C
'Cause you pulled the trigger
A
C
A5
Am
A5
C
And metal is dead
A5
C
A5
C
metal is dead!
Verse 8
Where in the hell are my
Gm
Those real MC's who spit
Dm
'Cause everything I'm hearing now
Bb
A
Can we please get variety
A5
back up in the game
C
A
Gm
Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy
A
A5
A
Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy
Gm
Bb
A5
Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy
C
Sounding weak, wack,
Verse 9
A5
They rose lifeless in the
Shadows of greatness
Dm
F
With vacant eyes they gorge blindly
On their own flesh
A
Dm
Making a mockery of the millions
They would dare to lead
Gm
Bb
Where once was passion now only
Gm
Bb
Vanity and avarice dwell
A5
A puppet show whose masters devour
Their young with delight
F
And even as they are ground in
The mouths of their makers, they sing
A
Dm
Songs that are as empty
A
As meaningless as their promises
Gm
Bb
C
And as dead as their souls
Interlude 2
A5
A
A5
A
F
A
Dm
A
Dm
A
Gm
Bb
A
Gm
A
A5
Verse 10
F
You've got the gun And you're
C
G
D
killing everything I love
A5
You don't respect it
C
G
D
And what you are, yeah I reject it
A5
You're just a fashion show
F
C
G
D
And you shit on everything I know
A
A5
And now I'm seeing red
C
G
'Cause you pulled the trigger
A
C
And metal is dead
Verse 11
A
C
A
C
A
Metal is dead! Metal
C
A
C
is dead!
A
A
A
A
Metal is dead! Metal is dead!
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