Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
Fm
The brutal styles and relentless wordplay you
have experienced in this manifesto
will forever be imprinted
into your psyche.
His words will live in the back of your head.
Interlude 1
Like a fuckin parasite
Fm
G
Fm
Verse 2
Fm
its time to meet da menace,
Cm
a criminal defendant
Fm
cuz wen this track is finished ima need a life sentence dabblin in vengeance,
Cm
i've had it with pre tendin
G
Fm
now ima need a pension and a palace that's tremendous don't try and mend this,
Cm
i think he gone gonzo
Fm
gimme a tank and a cheeky
freak blonde hoe
hard to speak with my dick
up in her tonsil
when i'm gone she gone need some
palo santo
deflecting bullets like
Cm
i'm made of titanium
hit ya damn cranium,
Fm
knock ya out da stadium
swollen eyes like he hittin
a serrated blunt
G
number one hated one,
Fm
nuclear uranium
awfully blunted got a bone
to pick with life itself
so far gone i feel like hangin myself
i think it's aimless to help,
it's like i'm under a spell
tha underground overlord,
come n take em to hell
ignoring the fakes,
Cm
yall got horrible taste
my pockets so fat they gettin
Fm
orbital traits
dis playa raising the stakes,
he burnin faces like mace
G
and sending jaws into space yo,
Fm
i keep my shit laced
Verse 3
Fm
when i come around bitches turn around
dey hear da sound n they
Fm
look me up n down
when it come to da fellas,
i don't know what to tell ya
G
so all i'm gonna say is that
Fm
i don't fuck around
ya keep runnin dat mouth,
that's anotha round
Cm
pound fo' pound,
Fm
ima puttem in da ground
ya comin with dat fuck shit,
i'm blowin up the function
got nothin else to say bitch,
i don't fuck around
Cm
Verse 4
Fm
G
Fm
never believe da malevolent force
rippin the head off a corpse
i told em not to press me, its
a dangerous sport
i'm full of rage of a sort,
Cm
because i hate you of course
Fm
too many birds a flockin like i'm fuckin Fishermans Wharf ayo enough with the pitch,
i got somethin to itch
Cm
Fm
and dis Cialis means i'll fuck
it if it look like a bitch
Cm
Fm
i' m slashin both of ya wrists,
come back n open the stitch
i never miss,
comin atcha with da wickedest fist
its the one you can't run from
my style so dumb dumb, col
Cm
lecting a lump sum
Fm
plat
C
Fm
steerin the chariot, citizens staring
Cm
Fm
he known as the scariest cat
a mack fo' a fact,
you ain't ready fo' dat
Cm
he windin it back just to tackle a rat
Fm
and all that remains is the
C
mangled remains of yo cap
Fm
i'm takin yo brain never givin it back
Verse 5
lil bitch
Fm
when i come around bitches
turn around
dey hear da sound n they
Fm
look me up n down
when it come to da fellas,
i don't know what to tell ya
G
so all i'm gonna say is that i
Fm
don't fuck around
ya keep runnin dat mouth,
that's anotha round
Cm
pound fo' pound,
Fm
ima puttem in da ground
ya comin with dat fuck shit,
i'm blowin up the function
got nothin else to say bitch,
i don't fuck around"
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