What Makes This Boy Tick Akkorde von 
Ganksta Nip 
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Verse 1
Am
This is
Teresa
Keys reporting for
Rap -A -Lot
News.
Today's top story is
Adim
Gangsta
Nip.
The psychologists say
Gangsta
Am
Nip is a very sick man.
Adim
The doctors are saying that
Gangsta
Am
Nip is using hypnosis in his music,
Adim
Am
hypnotizing his listeners.
Gangsta
Adim
Nip, what do you have to
say about this?
Am
Lace me up with the hatchets like, boy,
Eb
it's time for some prac tice.
Recognize something wicked
moving under your mattress.
Dm
Am
You can scream all night,
Eb
I hope the fire don't burn
And raise it up and you will see it's
just a little bitty worm
Dm
Am
Doing dam age like a python,
Eb
the psych's in the zone
That little guy can take an elephant
and crush it to bones
Dm
Am
Well you think it's just a movie
with horrible scenes
Eb
But it's really just the children
Dm
hearing horrible scream s
Am
I'm born with twelve fingers,
Eb
I came through a dream
See I'm the first black psychopath
the world's ever seen
Dm
And I'm from
Am
South
Park, I live on spiritual grounds
Eb
The moon bleeds when it's full,
Dm
frightening miracle sound s
Am
Wasteland full of demons,
Eb
evil ghosts and spirit s
Cut off the license like
O 'Neal
Dm
Am
And listen, you can hear it, he's hungry
Feed him, he didn't eat today
Eb
Can see a butcher king,
you can have the body
Dm
Am
Your way, fatal slash, murder, massacre
Eb
Ten died in a wreck , all rich
Dm
White peoples, devil slash, redneck s
Am
Now what's up , move some
Eb
The mortals were slain,
that's an excuse
Just to say today they did feel pain
Dm
Am
What makes this boy tick?
What makes him kill quick?
Eb
What makes him dig a ditch?
Dm
I think this boy sick
Am
What makes this boy tick?
Eb
What makes him kill quick ?
What makes him dig a ditch?
Dm
I think this boy sick
Am
What makes this boy sick?
What makes him kill quick?
Eb
What makes him dig a ditch? I think
Dm
this boy sick .
Am
What makes this boy tick?
What makes him kill quick?
Eb
What makes him dig a ditch?
I think this boy sick.
Am
Picture a room full of candles,
it's dark inside.
Eb
News paper clippings on the
wall from victims that died.
Am
Blood everywhere,
you can tell the psych to be through.
Eb
He had darts in their faces up to number 52,
Am
psycho.
Stalking niggas,
butchering our stage hands.
Eb
He would sit inside the park and laugh
Dm
and give kids hand s.
Am
They say he was weird,
by the bodies he puked.
Eb
Dm
He always scratched off the names of the people he killed,
real slow
Am
Psych torture style,
Eb
pass me the scis sors, uh
Dm
And cut out microscopic pieces like a mirror,
Tara screams
Am
Let me know the spinal was crumbled
Eb
by the gestures that we made
Dm
And the words that we mumbled, maybe
Am
I can slice the throat when I'm ready
E
Eb
It takes prac tice, training,
keep a nail gun steady
Dm
Am
You should hear us when he clicks
A
E
His blood finna seep
Eb
And bring a hundred thousand more
Dm
and other children to weep
Am
What makes this boy tick?
What makes him kill quick?
Eb
What makes him dig a ditch?
Dm
I think this boy sick
Am
What makes this boy dick?
What makes him guilty?
Eb
What makes him digga bitch?
Adim
Dm
I think this boy sick .
Am
What makes this boy dick?
What makes him guilty?
Eb
What makes him digging bitch?
Dm
I think this boy sick .
Am
What makes this boy dick?
What makes him guilty?
Eb
What makes him digga bitch?
Dm
I think this boy sick.
Am
Busta would rap alot and he drove a truck.
The blade went in and someone
Got stuck
Bb
Am
Transferred the gauge
To his head
Eb
and you bust
Adim
Move something
Then you separate the skin
From the puss
Am
Duck down, hold up
Eb
Go and kill another spouse
Bust him in his temple,
Dm
then you drag him to his mother's house
Am
H -Town hustler,
Eb
leavin' mother fuckers dead
Ebdim
Eb
Money was the reason that we
Dm
left him in the riverbed
Am
Bitch niggas talkin' shit,
Eb
best to be duck in' quick
Cyborg round up,
Dm
show him who they fuck in' with
Am
Shotgun blast when you spray with the
Eb
Uzi
Run inside his house,
Dm
let the choppers be choosy
Am
Auto matic pistol,
Eb
bring the money, don't be late
H -Town niggas keep it real when we
Dm
movin' weights
Am
Southside, frontside,
Eb
splashin' all the flexes
Dm
Down south, niggas roll deep in the lakes
Am
What makes this boy tick?
Eb
What makes him kill quick?
Ebdim
Dm
Am
Eb
Dm
Am
Eb
Dm
Am
What makes him dig a ditch? I think this boy sick .
Eb
Dm
Am
Eb
Adim
Am
Eb
Dm
Am
Eb
Am
You
Eb
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