Tonalité : Gb major
Intro 1
D
Bm
D
Bm
Em
E
Em
G
A
Verse 1
Bm
I've been the underdog
with the bone to pick
So I hit his country boys all on my dick
D
Got a heart on, cause his time is up
He ain't rock no more
Bm
and his rhymes just suck
E
Cut your boy, put the mic down,
go be unemployed
Em
G
I know who you really are,
A
you just act like you're really hard
Bm
Don't ever even think
you can handle me
Better take it up with
Tommy or Pamela Lee
D
Bar with the bar, the blah, blah, blah
With that cheerleading shit
Bm
and that sis boom bop
E
Talk shit and now the crew is undeafin'
Em
Fuck you and that noise distressin'
G
It's not what you say to me
A
You just ain't who you claim to be
Bm
When it's near, dawg,
I know it came too soon for ya
D
You should disappear,
Bm
we ain't got no room for ya
E
We don't want you here,
Em
take your country tunes with ya
G
A
Pack your shit up and won't
you just walk away
Bm
I ain't never had a
chance to speak
When I see you,
all you ever do is turn your cheek
D
Like you're God Almighty
in the land of the deep
You're from Romeo, bitch, type the 313
Bm
E
Held everybody down that
you came across
Even Joe C. until he paid the cost
G
So watch what you say in town
A
You never know who is down
D
Bm
You a hardcore hip -hop, yeah
Now look at you, boy,
D
you done flip -flopped, ha!
All rock shows are cancelled
Bm
Switched up for a straw hat and banjo
E
Had a rough drop and a drink for hee -haw
Em
No one has ever ghost -wrote for me, dawg
G
I know why you follow me
A
D
I'm all that you wanna be
Bm
When it's near, dawg,
I know it came too soon for ya
D
You should disappear,
Bm
we ain't got no room for ya
E
We don't want you here,
Em
take your country tunes with ya
G
A
Pack your shit up and won't
you just walk away
Bm
Tell me all about the
records you've sold
And how you sold out
and got left in the cold
D
Ten million strong to a couple of coasters
To target practice with all of your posters
E
Let me go straight, I'll charge a fee
As long as I don't catch
Em
that Hepatitis C
G
Never will break the chain
A
As long as I'm in the game
Bm
See I switch up styles and add a guitar
You didn't start this shit,
but it's so bizarre
D
What about Aerosmith and run DMC?
You got an EGO to the 10th degree,
Bm
bitch
Em
Couldn't sing,
E
so you had no choice but to
G
Sit back, autotune your voice
A
Stop, fuck with me now, motherfucker
Bm
And it's near, dawg,
I know it came too soon for ya
D
You should disappear,
Bm
we ain't got no room for ya
E
We don't want you here,
Em
take your country tunes with ya
G
Pack your shit up
A
Bm
and won't you just walk away
Walk away
D
Ain't got really left to say, dawg
Walk away
E
Ain't got the pictures
Em
It's too bad people got to
G
save your career.
A
It doesn't matter.
D
Bm
D
Em
E
Em
It's time to sell. Later.
G
A
Bm
D
Em
E
Em
G
A
Bm
D
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