This song is from the album The Beatles (The White Album)(1968), released on 22 November 1968.
Vocals: Eminem , Joell Ortiz, Royce Da 5’9 , Kxng Crooked ,
Producer(s): Eminem , Luis Resto,
Writer(s): Eminem , Luis Resto,
Producer(s): Eminem , Luis Resto,
Writer(s): Eminem , Luis Resto,
Scale: D Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 96 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Dm And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes) Dm I do my best to try to block it (Redrum) Dm I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb) Dm I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill" Dm I had no other choice that was left except fill Dm My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil Dm He wants me to murder this beat, so I will Dm He told me there are doubters who question my skill Dm They wanna put my style to the test, am I still Dm The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill Dm If you want me to murder this beat, then I will" [VERSE] Dm I'm a long way away from where you are in skill Dm Foreign wheels, my bitch wearin' four-inch heels Dm She on the orange pill Dm And she about to start taking off layers like orange peels Dm Sacha Baron Cohen, Ferrell, where am I going with this? Dm Oh yeah, I bar at will Dm And when you throw the iron in it, I'm all that still Dm The truth for real, I'm real true, call that trill Dm This is my house, this place is mine Dm Posted on any corner on any coast I'm on Dm You niggas need to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone Dm Terror to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain Dm Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone Dm Elite beat boxer minus the raps Dm Rollin' with at least three choppers, Ryan is that Dm I literally keep three shottas Dm I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq Trotter minus the cap www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill" Dm I had no other choice that was left except fill Dm My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil Dm He wants me to murder this beat, so I will Dm He told me there are doubters who question my skill Dm They wanna put my style to the test, am I still Dm The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill Dm If you want me to murder this beat, then I will" [VERSE] Dm Manslaughter goons under the moonlight Dm John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like Dm Abra—I go ham for dead presidents Dm And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic Dm Why would you irrelevant fucks want to rebel against us Dm Knowing your Smith & Wesson has never been clutched? Dm Knowing you never been rushed by the most ignorant niggas invented Dm Them niggas gotta send you to the dentist to get a whole row of elephant tusks Dm Your teeth gone like you been on some meth and some dust forever Dm I see you, my niggas call me the enemy watcher Dm The minute we spot ya, the semi'll pop, nigga, we got ya Dm I'm livin' to conquer, remember the mantra, I'm grippin' the launcher Dm Like Em and the Doctor with no guilty conscience Dm I'm still shockin' like droppin' a boombox in bathwater Dm More shockin' than a pissed off Blanka [VERSE] Dm I just finished fuckin' a fish called Wanda Dm I'm finna wander off into yonder Dm Beyond just mentally stronger, memory monster Dm I remember the sponsorin' thought that conquered his triple entendre Dm You the cross of a unicorn and The Unabomber Dm Quit horsin' around in this building or you a goner Dm Your Willy Wonka persona won't help you any longer Dm I'm Optimus, I make prime examples of mini-Tonkas Dm Hogtie your squad and go bonkers Dm Spin, grab Denaun's guitar and Honky Tonk ya Dm Oh, your boss on par like good golfers? Dm I put a hole in one of you birdies with this Eagle and launch it (Pew) [CHORUS] Dm I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill" Dm I had no other choice that was left except fill Dm My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil Dm He wants me to murder this beat, so I will Dm He told me there are doubters who question my skill Dm They wanna put my style to the test, am I still Dm The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill Dm If you want me to murder this beat, then I will" [VERSE] Dm Now this will probably be the most illest shit that I've ever said Dm God bless the dead and let Biggie possess the pencil lead Dm They called me a sped and said that I had a messed up head Dm 'Cause I said motherfuck school and instead went to special ed Dm Sippin' Bacardi and lime I start to recollect on the time Dm That I startled my mom and had her scared to death Dm Word to Method Man Dm She heard some Wu-Tang coming from towards the patio Dm She was like, "What the heck was that?" Dm She went to check on the noise and go inspect the deck Dm Then I jumped out with a sword and yelled, "Protect your neck" Dm Now bow to the Lord, hold up, no, better yet, kneel Dm Better yet, get down on all fours and take a vow to always Dm Rejoice in the sound of my voice, bitch, you don't have a choice Dm Just a third of my will will overpower yours Dm Using about a fourth to create the amount of force Dm It'll take to knock out a horse like a tranq full of Tylen— or Dm Enter my house of horrors with a thousand floors Dm Got a crown of thorns, but it won't fit around the horns Dm But I'ma keep it a buck like a dollar store Dm I'm more than you bargained for and I am far more worse Dm Than a fourty-some bar Lord Jamar verse Dm Nothing means more than respect, so when I curse Dm You could say I swore to protect Dm My image I have zero time or regard for Dm A never-was, been claiming rap when it's not yours Dm If it was anyone's house G Rap and Rakim would be havin' you mop floors Dm Run-DMC would be havin' you cleanin' sinks Dm Yeah, your group was off the chain, but you were the weakest link Dm Rest of these youngins of mine Dm Time to start throwing some shade, this time I'm shutting the blinds Dm 'Cause when I'm looking at y'all, shit, it's no wonder it's why Dm I need a visor, 'cause y'all are just suns in my eyes Dm Born a cynic and more demented than an orphanage with a morgue up in it Dm Next door to an abortion clinic Dm Newborn infants tortured and tormented Dm With their foreheads dented when they drop 'cause the floor's cemented Dm Their corpses get ornamented Dm The coroner with a storage bin rented Dm To store them in and the torsos of forty women reported missin' Dm Distorted, twisted, this isn't no storybook ending Dm This is only the beginning Dm So Lord forgive me, I'm hearing voices Dm I can't ignore them anymore, they're winning [CHORUS] Dm I thought I heard a voice in my head that said "Kill" Dm I had no other choice that was left except fill Dm My pencil full of poisonous lead, the devil Dm He wants me to murder this beat, so I will Dm He told me there are doubters who question my skill Dm They wanna put my style to the test, am I still Dm The best? They want the crown on my head, I said, "Chill Dm If you want me to murder this beat, then I will" [OUTRO] Dm And I don't think that I can stop it (Here it comes) Dm I do my best to try to block it (Redrum) Dm I've been sipping on like, vodka (Head's numb) Dm I'm blacking out, you better watch it (It's bedlam)
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