Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
Am
F
There was me, Alex, and three of my mans,
Am
E
all supposed to meet at the
C
couldn't afford it's liquor license,
Bbm
C
Em
E
so it sold milk plus drank rum,
or sent the mask.
G
It would sharpen you up for a of
C
the old ul tra -violence,
F
G
which plagued our minds for the evening.
C
Db
And so, kiddies, death for all,
G
right, right, right, right
Em
E
A
I'm against a machine like Rage
F
Bitches say I hate you, Cage, after circle jerks
G
A
I wash my hands off an d do dirts
E
A
E
Sick with a smirk, plus happy to stir
A
Fuck the first two bitches like dogs
E
and I jacked off on the third
I'm obvious oblivion,
but that's my science
A
Am
Fuck your head up like cornrows
G#m
E
Haven't been with it since the last corpse
A
kid ain't smile and told the cop he did it
B
Em
E
A
Of course the most raw throughout the 9 -1 -4 109 -40,
F#m
got you re -shook like Doc Morrow
G
Em
Pour beer out for yourself
E
because you're walking dead
I'll burn your house down
G
like a fucking talking head
And get high like fuck
and pick apart my brain
Dm
E
they mentally cause infections
C
Break you with inventions,
sick intentions
A
Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
E
Em
G
I'm strictly, beyond an d back,
C
F
come an d get Hematopin
A
left from a lick like a hickey
E
A
Leak smoke got me ready
E
tucking they dicks like Tootsie
Come and witness what
your shit missed
B
Little sis wet her like a Baptist
G#m
Like sitting on Venus with
B
Em
Try and pick apart some major orange
Bm
A
Per ception catch frontal lobe damage
F#m
And not manage correction
G
Em
E
I smell leak smoke left by
the anonymous
G
Beats fought back to life, die,
but I'm abominous
Come around and get your ass
shot to clusters
F
Dm
I'ma play the engines with the arrows,
you'll be custards
E
C
Back, I write upon ya,
divorce your head and neck then scalp it
A
Ripple for your flesh and make
E
A
a outfit
People said his brain was in
E
A
E
fected by devils
A
People said his brain was
People said his brain was infected
A
B
E
by devils
A
Bm
Em
Bm
Am
A
F#
People said his brain was infected by
F#m
Em
E
devils
G
F
Dm
D
E
C
P -p -p -people said his brain was
A
got mushed in that canister shape
D
Coughin' till stolen from the garbage
E
In sticks, snatchin' cream like bricks
A
Blow shotguns through the sky,
A
See me twist and leap with my peeps
Am
Get high, run up in your crib
A
B
an d fuck your moms backwards
don't give a fuck about dangerous
G#m
I'm in it for the whip,
A
plus the cream in the head
Bm
Rocks ready to bust any
Em
trick that talks slick
Am
Know a crew of devils in my head
F#m
that forced me to walk with
G
E
Death in my pocket for the curious
Sat your execution seat twelve faces
G
Of Jesus in your jury this orange AJ
Shit on the vagrant
F
Brought you in the alley by yourself
Dm
then left your head vacant
C
some of the stress in my life
G
Giving MC brain surgery
E
For all you cunts that try to spit
A
with your bitch click behind ya
Wake up in the morning
E
A
with a horse head beside ya
E
Mob Dukes is just a cherry on top
E
to try an d fix my clock
I caught the quick lock,
A
buggin' in the institution
E
A
Am
Whatever sanity was left,
B
G#m
E
Psychological pollution,
they stickin' me with Dorothy's
G#m
solution
B
lookin' for Ghali retribution
Bm
Em
An d I can almost see clear,
A
I start buggin' like an insect
F#m
F#
And they love me in your ear
Agent Orange stompin' on
Serve a body part,
G
while murder scenes abstract art
Split your sweet bread,
C
G
send some harvest over the infrared
F
Dm
Boots get planted in chest,
death for the misled
Em
C
Lay em down for naps in the dirt,
just like clockwork
A
while your brain's taking a squirt
A
E
people said his brain,
people said his brain
E
A
was in fected by devils
A
Bm
Em
A
was infected by
G
E
Em
People said his brain
G
was in fected by devils
C
G
F
Dm
Em
C
you
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