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