Тональность: Eb major
Intro 1
Em
Bb
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D
Em
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Em
Verse 1
your boy
Em
A
Nip on a motherfuckin' murder rush,
D
Em
nigga, deep game
Bb
I'm comin' up out of
South
A
D
Park and I'm a psycho
Em
G
pathic murderer
Bustin' with this 12 gauge,
D
Em
D
watch me bring to life the
Bb
Southside
A
Slayer with these 12 blades
D
Touch him with a tick,
A
then you teach him who's a rider
Em
A
Felt like fire, flamin' fast,
Bb
from a flathead screwdriver
Em
Who's the bitch talkin' shit?
G
Undermine me if you wanna
lay my bark
Em
Bb
That your name stretched from
here to around the corner
G
Em
You always capping like you
A
big bad posing a threat
D
Em
But if you jump I'll snap that nick,
Bb
then I'll holla who's next
G
Em
Heads racked, uh, motherfuckin',
G
it ain't no bitch in my heart
Em
Nigga, you ain't from
Houston,
Bb
Texas, nigga, you ain't from
South
Park
Frank
G
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A
Costello, gangsta nip, with a tap of
Frank
Nitti
Bb
I heard some niggas ran your ass
out your own damn city
Em
Went get you, flee to
South
Park
G
It's murder he wrote,
Em
D
but in reality he's desperate
Bb
He been flat broke,
G
D
Em
but let me tell you
A
When push come to shove,
Bb
it ain't shit to kill a partner
when it ain't no love
G
D
Em
My mind stays psychotic,
D
Em
Screams of it,
D
Bb
A
convincing like I'm children of the corn
Bb
Em
Drain the blood like a flood,
Bb
maniac master of manipulation
G
Em
I'm a psychopath,
G
quick to snatch me a life
D
Em
Chainsaw chops bones ten
Bb
A
times quicker than a knife
Em
So where the motherfuck
Em
D
Bb
A
Bb
D
snap it and snap every last one by one
Em
G
Bitch, his arm is swole raw
Then take some scissors,
Em
G
Bb
then quickly cut him up into cold slaw
G
Em
Daggin' with the rope,
A
then you tie him to the chair
D
Em
D
If his body crumbles up,
Bb
then you leave him right there
G
D
Em
G
Bullets come, bullets go, that's a fact
It's actual rappin',
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Em
D
I would blow his face through
Bb
A
Em
Feelin' supernatural
A
Homicide, homicide, homicide,
I'll fetch one
D
Em
Bb
Body's floatin' in the air,
A
beware when I catch one
D
Em
Do him like me,
G
and I wouldn't wanna be his ass
Em
Bb
Dead or burned, creepin' monkey monkey,
Em
Put him in the scope,
D
Em
D
Bb
Niggas grab your gas, cock it, shoot
Houston rockets
G
D
Em
spreading ooga booga weed,
G
rushing up to my head
D
Em
Bb
gee, niggas won't stop before I come,
ever so deadly
G
Em
Crack my face with a pipe,
A
then you run over me
Bb
surgery until I'm done with you
A
D
Em
cut off pieces, add pieces,
G
and move like a cobra
D
dead uncles and aunties,
Bb
A
you fed to the vultures
Bb
D
Em
peel your skin like an orange,
A
so now I'm peeping inside
D
Em
you tell the different organisms,
Bb
A
it's impossible to hide
D
Em
I'll take a simple fork,
G
eating bodies ain't fair
Em
by the time the cops appear,
Ricky's been there
A
Bb
A
Em
A
Get me a broke bottle, and
Fiat'll do fine
Bb
Top him up in sandwich bags,
please put cheese on mine
Em
G
Graveyard, morticians
dig the hole real deep
Bb
And since he's white, wake him up and bend his ass,
A
D
Em
A
D
Em
D
Bb
get speech
G
D
Em
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Em
Bb
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A
Em
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Em
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Em
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Em
Bb
You
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