Tonalité : E major
Verse 1
A
Rounds of 3, 3 to the mark, 2 to the 3
And you don't need a reign,
Bb
A
E
F
E
F
only the legionaries
E
F
E
A
E
Stop, check where you're
putting your feet, blood
You never know when you might
A
E
step in a beast, blood
A
E
Stop, check what you're
cooking to eat, blood
Bb
You never know,
E
you might be poking out beef
I'm stuck, minding your
kissing your tea fat
Bb
You never know,
E
you might end up on a meat rack
A
E
Stop, mind how you're
running your gums
You never know who's in the
beef club coming with guns
A
E
I'm knocking out blefts and chiefs
till they're pooping their briefs
Bb
E
You're barking like a sick dog,
A
E
I need to put you to sleep
Stop, shooting your beak like you're
Lee
A
Van
Cleef
Bb
You should've joined the police force,
E
A
E
I heard they're looking for chiefs
A
You're trying to jack my food?
Bb
A
Who you looking to eat?
E
Bb
E
Bb
I'll leave you bleeding like a cunt that
A
E
got juked in the streets
A
E
Don't make me tongue pat your 32 teeth,
your two teeth
F
E
I've got a stronghold on this bumbo
A
while you're too weak and shallow
E
It suffers marshmallow
A
E
and I'm too deep
A
Quit crapping on them shit tracks,
E
you need some new beats
A
Bb
E
Don't touch what you can't
afford when you're too cheap
A
It's not fair, it's not all love
E
and it's not true beef
Bb
E
It's a publicity stunt for publicity purposes
I shouldn't even respond,
really this is some worthless shit
I don't even know what
you're fighting for
Cause I don't see no beef,
Bb
E
all I see is knives and forks
A
You can't share my mic when
Bb
E
you've been biting pork
Bb
E
Looking like a cross between
Luke
Bb
E
Chadwick and
Dwight
Yoak
Bb
You're buck teeth, ugly blood cleat
E
You couldn't move a muscle even if you
Bb
E
spat over the latest hot beat
You've been on my nuts
like pews for years
Plus you must be drinking mad
pot's piss in your beers
What, you think I'm scared of you?
A
I ain't never scared
E
I crush your bones like medicine
but I ain't never cared
Bitch stop, check where you're
puttin' your flea blood
You never know where you
might step in a beef job
Bb
E
Stop, check what you're
cookin' to eat
Blood, you never know you might
be cookin' a beef cut
Stop, mind if you're kissin' your tea fat
Bb
You never know you might
E
end up on a meat rack
Stop, mind how you're
runnin' your gums
You never know who's in the
beef club comin' with guns
This is your funeral, your funeral,
your funeral, your funeral
I'm a
London giant amongst men, like a
Nerie
Wolfe
Bb
Your arms are too short to
A
box me like a hairy dwarf
E
A
Monkey see, monkey do,
E
A
E
he haven't dared before
But don't get too comfortable,
Bb
E
my fuse box is very short
A
And mind who you talk shit to,
E
I get buried post
This rap beef is rare and bloody,
A
it's a scary sport
E
When the whites of my eyes
go fuzzy with them scary folks
I'm right there in your night
Bb
E
mare to bury your corpse
I judge man by his deeds,
not the colour of cream
A
E
I don't follow a lead, I'm pussy,
oh you're out of your league
Bb
E
I'm a champion, you're just a
Sunday pub team
Bb
E
Leave lyrics to professionals,
A
it's not in your bloodstream
E
A
E
You're a drug fiend wannabe,
never gonna be shit
My flow so rough,
Bb
E
it leaves pussies like you seasick
Bb
E
I'm second to none,
go check the pedigree son
Of road dogs that's been eating
cunt like pedigree chow
You've never begun, so don't start,
A
you'll never be won
E
The only beef you got is
A
in between your sesame bun
E
A
You muppet,
E
small change time petty thief
A
E
It's criminal coming with that
minuscule petty beef
Should be on
Petticoat
Lane or
Sesame
Street
Cause you're a big bird that's had
too much sex on the beach, get it?
A
E
A
Too many cocktails of rocks and strong
L's
E
I know you want cells but your
deliverer's gone stale
I'm
Tony
Rotten cause I'm way past bad
Bb
You're mad, rash, fake like
Louis
A
E
Vuitton and
Bax
A
I don't think you're gaining
E
fame by naming my name
A
E
You want ex posure that bad?
F
Jump in the box like
Blaine, bitch
Stop, check where you're
putting your feet, blood
You never know when you might
step in a beast's blood
Stop, check what you're
cookin' to eat
Bb
Blood, you never know you might
E
be pokin' a beef cut
A
E
Stop, mind if you're
kissin' your teeth fat
E
Bb
You never know you might
E
end up on a meat rack
Stop, mind how you're
runnin' your gums
You never know who's in the beef club,
E
I'm a begotten
A
E
This is your funeral, your funeral,
Bb
your funeral, your funeral
E
Bb
This is your funeral, your funeral,
your funeral, your funeral
E
This is your burial, your burial,
E
your burial
This is a disrespect record
E
And if this is what to expect
E
Yeah
We have to laugh after these boys though,
E
you know
Bare disrespect
In all aspects
E
Some boy don't know who them
a deal with them fist up and check
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