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