Tonalità: G# minor
Verse 1
Em
Now come over here and let me give
you a tongue kiss on your hot pocket
Verse 2
Em
Me and Mike will go Twin Hype and do a dance
on your windpipes
Put your fucking jazz hands back in your pants
Am
and get them shits sliced
Em
Caught the ghost when I was yay high,
so today I stay way high
Do not worry about my habits,
without sin I'd probably hate life
Verse 3
Em
This is dope as that hard white
you stuff in a crack pipe
A hit of this,
a kid with Tourrets will chill out and act right
I'm fat but I dress nice and bitches
finesse Mike
They suck the dick and squeeze
Verse 4
on my belly like bagpipes
Em
I slap and I suck clits, I fuck
in my church shoes
Humblest guy in the room and I am in
Am
the room too (Get it?)
Em
I'll bend you over on the roof
while whistling Audio Two
They say that once a girl go Brooklyn
no more soft dick will do
Verse 5
Em
I'm so Rakim and Eric B
Bitches check out my melody
I might Slick Rick on a fella
(Foul), catch me a felony
Ay, I might Shyne Po a ho,
pow! Catch me a case
Producto must have rolled this L
because this blunt feel laced
Verse 6
Em
I must say you do look stunning
F#
I mean, you're the kind of girl I can really see
C
myself artificially inseminating
Em
Oh I'm sorry, I'm being a little aggressive,
right?
Can we start from the beginning? My
name is Chest Rockwell, right?
C
And I love to make love to your
D
F#m
Em
booty hole
Verse 7
Bad boy
Em
This is born alone die alone,
so my dialogue's dastardly
Life's a tragedy generator
Am
operating at max ca pacity
Em
This is porno for piraters, to the crooks
it is relaxing
I am foreign to that soft talk,
you can tell it from my accent
Verse 8
Em
This is arrogant fat black,
it is what it is
This that stingy with dick, bitch,
not a fuck do I give
I'm no respecter of person,
I'm no respecter of rules
I catch the prince of England slipping,
he goin' run me the jewels
I could wake up brain dead tomorrow
and my soliloquy still will be
The illest there ever be,
Am
'cause I be what you'll never be
Em
My pugnacious rhyme patterns
prove pitbull in my pedigree
And dogs fight to the death,
you say you better, you better be
Verse 9
Em
Not one shit given, El- P's chillin'
Raised in a shack in the back
of the village
Trained by the wolves in the woods
To avenge on the men who
elected themselves my killers
Mike's a villain,
Nick Hooks chillin'
We don't have a need to
know your feelings
We don't believe in the same shit anyway,
Run the Jewels is not for your children
Verse 10
Em
How you feeling now sweetheart? A little more
relaxed?
F#
Em
Maybe it's that half a molly
C
I put in your Mountain Dew
Em
Yeah, works like a charm
Just chill out for a second, relax,
relax, I got it under control
I got you a glass of Beefeater,
C
I got a brand new deck of Uno cards
Em
Oh yeah baby,
F#m
F#
Em
Am
Em
the night's just getting started
Okay, how about I come over tonight and pick
F#m
you up in my brand new Segway
F#
We can go over to Long John Silver's,
F#m
Am
get a fish platter
You can take me home and massage
Em
me with butter all on my neck
I love you
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