EMINEM feat JACK HARLOW, CORDAE – Killer (Remix) Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

 
Original Key: F# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 95
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
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 (Killer) Yeah
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 I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold blooded (Killer)
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 Made all this money from doin' this (Yeah, look)
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 ​d.a. got that dope
 
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 [CHORUS] 
 F#m
 Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
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 Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money
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 Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
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 Earn it just to burn it, swag drip—

 [VERSE] 
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 I used to rock a toboggan
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 Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady
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 Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin'
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 I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby
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 Tryna fiancé me
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 I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy)
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 I'm on a song with my idol
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 I'm a cold blooded version of the song title
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 I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
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 I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle
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 I take this shit to the cleaners
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 'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor
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 She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner
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 Called the front desk and asked for a steamer
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 I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer
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 I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars
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 She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper
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 Same kid just a bit sleeker
 
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 [CHORUS] 
 F#m
 Yeah, now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
 F#m
 Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money
 F#m
 Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
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 Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh)

 [VERSE] 
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 They say my killing's horrendous, "How he still in the business?"
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 Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
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 Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic
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 Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension
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 I held my position in any situation that's needed
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 This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated
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 I see the impact of all my creations increasin'
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 My step in time with these Pantheons, it all was divine
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 I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line
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 And lookin' back, I swear to god, you'd think it all was designed
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 A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch
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 All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit
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 A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'
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 I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with
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 I manifest nothing less than the best outcome
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 Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga

 [CHORUS] 
 F#m
 Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
 F#m
 Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money
 F#m
 Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
 F#m
 Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

 [VERSE] 
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 My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict
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 I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it
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 But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered
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 When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror (Haha)
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 If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?)
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 We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate
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 'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (Yup)
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 I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate
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 Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (What?)
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 But I think your thottie just thought of me
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 She got a body and bottom like Cardi B
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 And she be stalking me like I was broccoli
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 I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy
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 You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy (What?)
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 It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first
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 Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours
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 You bum bum (Haha), look at your broke ass (Yeah)
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 It's why you're a bum bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (Yeah)
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 Syllable gun guns (Chk chk), spits and goes "Hadoo" (Doo)
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 Only L that I ever took was when I lost Proof (Yeah)
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 Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?)
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 But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you (Accost you)
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 Homicides up the wazoo
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 (Chain) Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi odi odies than John do (John do)
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 Just called Snoop and I talked to him (What?), we all cool (Yeah)
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 Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you
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 Got a castle with a solid gold floor (What?)
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 No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor
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 Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for
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 You don't wanna fuck around and start no war (Nah)
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 Twenty more years, I could probably go for
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 Just like your lip and you got a cold sore
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 My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes
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 You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (Bitch)
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 Literally it's no quittin' me, you kiddin' me?
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 Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me
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 I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia
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 The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia
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 You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous
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 But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is
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 East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon
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 Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet
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 How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?
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 I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (Nah)
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 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (What?)
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 Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep beep beep
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 She said she fucks with the M T B to the M B: Side B Slim CD
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 I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat (Haha)
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 So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and you corny
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 Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning

 [CHORUS] 
 F#m
 Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
 F#m
 Twenty five, thirty, yeah, get the money
 F#m
 Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
 F#m
 Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

 [OUTRO]
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 Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
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 Yeah, I'm a what, I'm a cold blooded (Killer)

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