Tonart: F# minor
Verse 1
Em
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers,
D
Em
die
G
Em
A
G
A
Em
Cause I'm sick of the weak -ass shit
B
D
you've been sayin'
Em
I'm sick of the weak -ass shit
you've been playin'
Make me wanna shoot my radio out
G
Em
But I won't do such,
A
because it costs too much
Em
But what I will do is give
you something brand new
For the DJs, MCs and fans too
Some say I'm not Marvin
G
Em
But look around,
A
Em
G
A
Em
G
count how many heads of Bobby
A
G
Em
I heard your new song on the radio,
D
Em
hated that shit
Cause it sounded like a demo,
now if you're so pro black punk bitch
G
Em
Stop getting them white
Em
You get a nigga like crazy, see
D
Em
And your shit won't sound so sloppy
I know you hate what I said
G
Em
But if you run up,
A
I'll put a gun upside your fuckin' head
Em
G
Cause homeboy, I don't love ya
A
G
You get your mama or somebody else
D
Em
to feel sorry for ya
G
Put your rhymes in a casket, dig a bed
A
G
Bury your head, cause that shit's dead
Em
G
I needed something that was holdin'
A
So I called New Orleans
Em
And caught up with Roland
G
He said he had a boy who
could play the piano
A
His name was Goldfinger
Em
G
Dick Holt made the bassline groove
A
G
He got paid to sign with Sticky Move
Em
G
So you better find some new ideas
A
G
A
And stay the fuck away from here
Em
G
A
Em
G
Em
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A
G
Em
Now, tell your so -called su
A
G
You need to stop fucking with losers
Em
G
And get yourself some juice
A
Call yourself a producer,
Em
G
Side -steppin' like a penguin,
A
G
A
this ain't ringlin'
Bb
G
So you and your crew can
G
Old school beats get ruined,
A
cause motherfuckers like you
Em
be puttin' weak -ass rhymes to them
I can't duck cause your
Em
your drums don't kick
and your horns are out of tune
Make a nigga just lose respect,
G
Em
push that B -check
A
and snatch your shit out the tape deck
Em
G
Cause your lyrics are way out,
A
you should have stayed out
G
Before Traxton played out
Em
G
Your production is booty broke,
G
So you can work out of the studio
Em
G
Then practice on your vocals
A
G
And stop acting like you're universal
when you're local
Em
So take your wack -ass style,
G
Em
and take your wack -ass home
G
A
Em
G
A
G
Em
G
Yeah, this goes out to all you wanna be,
A
ain't never gonna be shit rappers
Em
acting like y 'all lack jealous ass
G
A
Ain't paid no motherfuckin' dues,
ain't sold
G
No motherfuckin' records
Em
But runnin' around with t
G
-shirts with your name on
A
Yeah, you hoes better try
Em
to be friends with me
Watch that bitch,
G
A
G
A
G
Em
she'll get you weeks
Die motherfuckers,
G
A
die motherfuckers, die
Die motherfuckers,
G
Em
die motherfuckers, die
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G
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
G
Em
G
die motherfuckers, die
A
G
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Em
G
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Die
Hey! Turn that shit down!
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