Tonalité : Gb major
Verse 1
C#dim
A
Cm
G
I need to get high
C#m
C#dim
Bdim
G
D
A
D
G
A
D
So high, I think I'm gonna die
A
D
G
So high, I think that
Cm
C#m
I can fly
G
Asus4
So high,
D
G
I think that I can fly
C#m
A
You want me to do this?
G
You love this rap, don't you? I'm gonna do this for you,
C#m
watch me!
A
D
Walk through the gates of hell and
welcome to the slaughterhouse
Eb
Blood kept leaking out his lip,
could somebody turn the water off?
C#m
A
Gas up the forklift,
D
this devil is ready to flex
Eb
Don't buy that shit, nigga,
Abm
G
kill them kids, they blame it on
Abm
Citizen
X
C#m
C#dim
Give me the lighter,
D
flute in the mansion, watch me do it
Eb
Push him off a house,
Abm
come down and see just did he live through it
C#m
He's on the loose,
D
he's wanted for 52 crimes
Eb
And I will keep repeatin' this
Ab
accident by 52 times long as I
C#m
C#dim
D
G
Dm
See a body bag, give me the axe blade
D
A trail of blood from here to
L .A. is what the axe made
G
C#dim
D
Lay down on the killer's team and let it
Ddim
go through your back
Eb
Ebaug
Abm
By the time you wake you're dead
Abdim
Team passu for a cardiac
C#m
A
D
Just like the federal building,
Ddim
D
they must've been drinkin' liquor
Eb
Abm
It's do not mean nothin' in a slaughterhouse,
G
they die much quicker
C#m
C#dim
A
D
Pack em' up with the rest of the people,
the one that I've chosen
D#
Abm
Defreeze their organism,
Jeffrey
Dahmer style, they frozen
The
Cm
Eb
Bb
D
Bible is a pancake, just like man makes
Seven -headed dragons come from the
G
ground and watch the land breaks
C
C#dim
What's really happening is to drown
G
D
the dead daughter house
White people looks like a nipple
G
C
Up in the slaughterhouse
Gaug
G
The slaughterhouse,
D
A
D
the slaughterhouse
G
Drown the dead daughter house
A
C#dim
The slaughterhouse,
G
the slaughterhouse
Drown the dead daughter house
C#m
C#dim
D
Listen, I'm
causing y 'all terror
Eb
Abm
What the fuck is a perio without
the fucking paw -bearer?
C#m
D
Eb
Cut one, cut two, he's back to throw a pass
Abm
C#m
with a knife cut off the whole damn fucking crew
D
Step in a fire pit, burn,
and end the drama
Eb
Abm
Squeeze his veins in his stom ach till he
C#m
craves a phrase called kiss my mama
D
Beat him up with a baseball bat,
G
D
I didn't have to use karate
Eb
Ebm
Eb
Remove his flesh,
Abm
then I move my mind inside his body
C#m
C#dim
Create a horror,
D
call this psycho shit I'm teaching
Eb
Throw a bomb inside a church full at the
G#dim
same time that the pope is preaching
C#m
D
Niggas fell, lie,
don't worry what the razor made
D#
G#m
G#dim
G
And drink his blood just like a ref,
he punch a
Gatorade
C#m
C#dim
D
An evil spirit took revenge
and killed the
Beatles
Ebdim
D#m
Making them brush they teeth with tooth
G#m
G#dim
G#m
brush made of pins and thorns and needles
C#m
C#dim
D
Get him in the gas chamber and make him inhale,
then stick him
Kill off his offspring,
then bury his bones in the innocent victims
C
Cm
People are so wicked nowadays,
G
D
beware
They push his mother off of fif
G
teen fireflights of stairs
C
Over here, over there, I'm everywhere,
A
D
A
but you can't see me rhyme, you hear a horror voice
D
It's time to dream mas
G
ter's demonic mind
C
Devils they die,
D
committed a crime you thought you'd get me
A
D
Ice them with their weather,
G
and make the storm cure
Mississippi
C#dim
A
Not in the brothers hood,
D
I won't let the others slide
G
Even weather go across the track,
destroy all of the other side
C#dim
A
D
Hang em, and lift em,
we must reverse the sequel
Eb
Oh did you know
Ebaug
Nat
Abm
Turner killed over 200 people?
C#m
D
What's really happening is the
drum that did daughter house
Eb
White people look like onion,
G
up in the slaughterhouse
C#dim
D
In the slaughterhouse, in the slaughterhouse,
in the slaughterhouse
C#m
The nigga did throw the house,
C#dim
D
the slaughterhouse, the slaughterhouse
Ebm
Eb
Ab
Abm
G#dim
The nigga did throw the house,
the slaughterhouse
C#m
C#dim
A
D
Third verse is a curse verse,
watch me snap your purse
What about this hearse,
G#m
G#dim
what shall I do with this dead nurse?
C#m
A
Throw that bitch in the lake,
D
make sure that devil bitch is rich
D#
If she ain't rich,
then throw that poor white trash in the ditch
C#m
A
D
Go in the range nigga,
shoot at your variety
B
D#
G#m
Walk in a cheap store and
suit that bitch like
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G#m
Society
C#m
C#dim
D
Destroy the world at last
Abm
The weather was bad, it made me mad,
so 25 died in a plane crash
C
D#
D#m
She heard the news,
D
his mother's heart was sure to shatter
He took and fell,
G
and toppled off a freeway splatter
C
G
Unconscious thoughts of death,
D
he wouldn't fake it
When
Reaper said watch,
G
told that newsman he could tape it
C
Steven
Spielberg,
Steven
D
Bm
D
King, you wanna sue me
A
G
Bushwick tried to kill them kids,
he did all through that child's play movie
C#dim
G
Mental device, watch it
D
G
Home, it's if
If I reach your mind
G
My mind stage is my clone, it's if
C#m
C#dim
Someone is coming,
D
they tell me they need me
Ebm
Eb
I can reach you,
Abm
but I can block off what you can't read me
C#m
A
D
What's really happening is to
drown the dead daughter house
Eb
White people love to psycho nip
C#m
up in the slaughterhouse
C#dim
The slaughterhouse,
D
the slaughterhouse
Eb
White people,
it means to kill your own daughter house
C#m
A
D
The slaughterhouse,
the slaughterhouse
Dm
Drown the daughter house
Drown the dead daugh
A
ter house
D
Drown, drown the dead
daughter house
C#m
Drown, drown,
D
drown the dead daughter house
Eb
Drown, drown,
Abdim
drown the dead daughter house
C#m
D
Drown, drown, the dead daughter
Eb
the house
Abm
Drown, dead daughter house
C#m
A
D
Drown, dead daughter house
Eb
Drown, drown, the house
Drown, the house
Drown, the
G#dim
A
Drown, the house
Drown, drown the dead
daughter house
Shooting, gagging with a rope, killin'
Have no mercy on your own kind,
C#m
kill your own kind
A
Do it, shit, they hit you like a...
Hey nigga, I created this
holocaust shit.
That's death!
C#dim
...getting away with so much
unemployment
G
There's no white people
on jobs no more
Didn't you know?
Let's get together and kill
your own people
Let's do it, fuck it
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