Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
F
C
Am
C
Yeah..
G#
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish
Am
E
Am
E
this motherfuckin album
E
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
C
the Motherfuckin Chorus"
G#
Whatever all the arrangements are
F#
E
Am
we gon' go through
Fuck all the laws..
E
Verse 2
C
What the fuck was in your mind when you
G#
rapped on that track?
Who possessed you to do that? Who pro
F#
grammed - that shit sound wack
E
You motherfuckers rap under
Am
a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by the company,
Vocals sound like a nigga with no
G#
makin asses out of yourselves,
tryin to rap solo
F#
Suck my dick when you see me; avoid because
Am
why'all niggaz write like slouches puffin
blunts on studio couches
What's up you fuckin amateur?
E
Your engineer'll cue in
your bullshit cadence
C
That shit sounds simple; look
E
G#
at this nigga rhymin to hisself
F#
Wack as fuck, smell like shit for one buck
Big crews don't want it
E
- - why'all get it worse
Am
Which one of why'all motherfuckers
is waitin for the mic first?
E
I hope your bitch is in the audience
Your wife too,
C
that's your fanbase - - plus your DJ's in the place
G#
I'm about to boo you,
F#
let it be fair; when you come off- stage
E
F#
E
ninety percent of the people that
Am
E
came on your guest list
A big dissapointment when I rub your
E
asshole with a verbal ointment
Rappers actin hard,
C
nervous in the dressin room
with a security guard
G#
Groupies standin round with
they fuckin face frowned
F#
Lookin like fuckin Homey the Clown
E
Put that Spring Wa ter down man,
You motherfuckers did a ten minute
E
weak show and you jettin;
your fans are mad - your
C
performance was garbage bag
Look at these videotapes
G#
Walkin back and forth grabbin your nuts
F#
like the Planet of the Apes
E
Supervise it, criticize it,
Am
E
why'all don't realize it
Am
where the real guys at
Who's administrating your budget
when you takin
E
that high picture for Right On
with your ballroom light on
C
You know the night is kind
G#
of special like Lowenbrau
when I escort you to your car,
F#
you breakout bastards
E
Am
Leave the premises and reminisce on your
E
Am
rookie season after you first started
E
You try to work hard and you never paid no dues
C
like Cold Crush and Afrika Bambaata
You wack nigga,
G#
tryin to act large in the video in Nevada
F#
You fuckin pink maggot; I'll take your mic,
E
Am
You niggaz be runnin around with ears
E
open like fuckin bunny rabbits
Verse 3
E
C
G#
C
G#
That's right, Dr. Dooom
All you motherfuckers around the world
E
Am
sittin in studios with your boys
G#
Am
Hypin your shit up
E
Motherfuckers don't want to tell
you that your shit is wack
C
because they all yes men
G#
F#
Sittin around, carryin your roadie cases
F#
Am
Bein your fuckin
cheerleaders
I'ma tell you straight,
E
look in the fuckin mirror, you wack
C
G#
C
That shit don't sound right,
G#
your mixdown ain't right
Your vocals are too low.. your
fuckin cadence is off
Am
Stage show's weak.. fuck you!
E
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