Original Key: F Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 95
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]

 [VERSE ONE]
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 Before I check the mic (Check, check, one, two)
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 I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (Good evening)
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 Coronavirus in effect tonight
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 Antiseptics on deck, I got every type (Yeah)
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 I throw on my tux, then I (Yeah) give zero fucks, then I (Yeah)
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 Act like a jockstrap (Uh), cup my nuts, then I (Yeah)
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 Check my ball hair (What?), make sure it's all there (Yeah)
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 Then call the pallbearer (Yeah)
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 It's Music to Bе Murdered By again, why stop?
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 Overkill likе a pipe bomb in your pine box
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 You're all hitched to my cock (What?)
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 Went from punchin' a time clock to getting my shot
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 Then treated it like a cyclops
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 Like it's the only one I (Only one eye) got
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 And my thoughts are like nines cocked (Chk-chk)
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 Every line's obscene, pervertedest mind, got the dirtiest rhyme stocked
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 That's why there's parental advising (Visine) every time I drop (Eye drop)
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 So throw on the theme to Alfred, I'll channel him like the Panama Canal
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 But how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out?
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 Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out
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 Plus, the potty mouth, I'm not about to wash it out
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 The filthiest, so all this talk about I'm washed up, how preposterous
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 Because if cleanliness is next to godliness
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 It's obvious that it's impossible for me to be beside myself
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 And I'm 'bout that capital like a proper noun
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 Still on top the pile
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 Got me sitting on numbers like a pocket dial
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 Quick to call you out on your bullshit
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 Don't make me give that crock a dial
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 'Cause if I do it, see you later, alligator
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 Made it out the trailer, then I made a vow to cater to no one
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 So hate, I've gained about the same amount that's in my bank account
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 So here's some more shit for you to complain about, I say the
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 Bars that never slack, but always get attacked (Yeah)
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 I think they're gunnin' for me, it's startin' to feel like that
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 Like I'm marked, 'cause when I rap, it's like fallin' on my back in a tar pit
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 'Cause I have this target on my back (Ew, yuck)
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 But if I ever double-crossed my fans and lost my Stans
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 I'd probably pop five Xans (Yeah)
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 Go in my garage, start my van
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 Inhale as much carbon monoxide and exhaust I can
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 And doze off like *snores*
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 But odds like that, with these thoughts I have's like a giant getting squashed by ants
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 If this is the test of time, I'd pass with flying colors
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 Like I just tossed my crayons (Tossed my crayons)
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 Small, medium, and large size cans
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 Sanitizers of all types, brands, cost nine bands
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 Which is a small price for Lysol wipes and
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 If my palms brush across my pants, I wash my hands
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 [Interlude]
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 Shit, hold on, man
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 Motherfucker
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 Happy birthday to—
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 Fuck (Shh, quiet)
 
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 [VERSE TWO]
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 I sit in silence in candlelit environments
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 Sipping Wild Irish while getting violent
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 Homicidal visions when I'm spitting like this
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 But really I'm just fulfilling my wish of killing rhymes
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 Which is really childish and silly, but I'm really like this
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 I'm giving nightmares to Billie Eilish, I'm Diddy's side bitch


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 What the fuck? Hold on, wait
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 "I'm Diddy's side bitch?"
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 Oh, I'm still east side, bitch


 [VERSE THREE]
 Fm
 So until the E-N-D, since EPMD
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 Been givin' y'all the business (Yeah), D-R-E and me (Yup)
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 From the MMLP to MTBMB (Bitch)
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 Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (Haha)
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 So call me Santa Claus (Santa Claus)
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 'Cause at the present (Yeah), I out-rap 'em all, I'm at the mall
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 Got your bitch in a bathroom stall, she could suck a basketball (Uh)
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 Through a plastic straw (Yeah) with a fractured jaw (Damn)
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 My dick is coat check (Ha), she wanna jack it off (Yeah)
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 I'm so far past the bar, I should practice law
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 Mentally, I'm fucked up generally (General Lee) (Duh)
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 Dukes of Hazzard car (Yeah), get the cadaver dogs
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 'Cause this is murder, murder and you'll get murked, murked
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 This music 'bout to kill you, brr, brr (Brr)
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 This chicken hit my phone, she said, "Chirp, chirp"
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 I said, "Hut, hut, hike your skirt, skirt"
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 Then go eat some worms, like the early bird
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 What the fuck is love? That's a dirty word
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 Make me fall in it, there's not a girl on Earth
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 Or any other planet, that's a world of hurt
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 And I won't buy a designer, 'cause I don't pander (Panda)
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 But I'm back with so many knots, I need a chiropractor (Damn)
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 And this the final chapter, 'cause I'm either frying after
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 Or they gon' give me the needle (What?) like a vinyl scratcher (DJ)
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 Yeah, I'm a card, like Hallmark
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 At Walmart with a small cart buying wall art
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 And y'all who claim to be dogs aren't
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 No bite, like a tree, mostly just all bark, arf, arf
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 But y'all pickin' the wrong tree, 
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 they call me dog because I'm barking (Bar king, bark, bark, barking)
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 And I got a lot, yeah, like where cars park
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 I'd describe it as bowling (Why?) ball hard (Ball's hard)
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 'Cause the gutter's where my mind is and when
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 It's in this frame, better split like the five and the ten
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 'Cause without a second to spare, I'm strikin' again
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 And when the beat is up my alley, I go right for the pens (Pins)
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 The cypher begins
 
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 I'm talkin' smack like heroin, the mic's a syringe
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 It's like a binge, Vicodin, I would liken to tin
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 My mind is a recycling bin
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 There's no place I never been
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 But I never budge and I never bend
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 You hyperextend on me, this game's life, it depends
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 Like adult diapers for men
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 Even when I'm rappin' less stellar
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 It's sour grapes, I still whine, I'm the best seller (Cellar)
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 Like a trey deuce, spray you as these shots penetrate through Dre's booth
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 And go straight through your grapefruit, no escape route
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 So you won't leave here just scathed with a few scrape wounds
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 Your ass is grass and I am not gonna graze you
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 But if bars were semi-mac's, I'd be the Mad Hatter
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 'Cause I got so many caps, and you don't have any straps (Nah)
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 So you'd be a fitted (Yeah), so don't act like you fittin' to snap
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 Bitch, I'll pee (P) on your head like a Phillies hat (Haha)
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 No stoppin' me, you're on a window shopping spree
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 Bitch, you probably go broke at the Dollar Tree
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 You never buy shit, all you ever cop's a plea
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 You're always punkin' out like Halloween
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 You rather opt to flee, you need to stop it, punk
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 Homie, you're not a G, act like you got the pump
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 And you're gonna cock the heat or get the Glock and dump
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 Bitch, if you shot a tree, you wouldn't pop the trunk
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 Yeah, and I'm buddies with Alfred, we about to
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 Disembowel them, gut 'em and scalp 'em, yeah
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 This is 'bout to be the bloodiest outcome
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 'Cause we gon' make you bleed with every cut from this album
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 So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer
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 The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
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 I'm in the cut, and I'm out for the blood
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 It's lookin' like it's that time of the month
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 Carvin' 'em up with the bars while I sharpen 'em up, dog and a mutt
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 I'm gonna fuck your mom in the butt with a thermometer, fuckin' phenomenal, but
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 Y'all'll get cut the fuck up like abdominals if you don't vámonos
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 I keep droppin' like dominos, the formidable, abominable
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 Stompin' a mudhole in my comp even if it's off the top of the dome
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 Son 'em, get the Coppertone, I'm at the Stop and Go coppin' the Mop and Glo
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 Got your stomach in knots like you swallowed rope
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 You out of pocket though, like a motherfuckin' wallet stole
 
 [OUTRO]
 Fm
 Wait, why'd the beat cut off?
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 Fuck it

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