This song is from the album The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce): Expanded Mourner’s Edition(2024), released on 12 July 2024. The vocals are by Eminem, the music is produced by Eminem, d.a. got that dope , Kola Adigun, and the lyrics are written by Eminem, d.a. got that dope, FIFTEENAFTER , Kola Adigun.
This song is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 78 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 78 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Eminem ,
Producer: Eminem, d.a. got that dope , Kola Adigun,
Writer: Eminem, d.a. got that dope, FIFTEENAFTER , Kola Adigun,
Producer: Eminem, d.a. got that dope , Kola Adigun,
Writer: Eminem, d.a. got that dope, FIFTEENAFTER , Kola Adigun,
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 78 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit (Yeah) Em No fucks (d.a. got that dope, yeah), take offense, but you like that shit [VERSE] Em My dad died (Aw), he's still on my bad side (Haha) Em That's how I know that I'm back on my shit (How?) Em 'Cause I'm that fly (Buzz, oh) Em Call me the Titanic (Why?), I been known to fuck up entire crews (Yeah) Em Treat your clique like tryin' on fitted hats (Fitted hats), Em I'm capsizin' you (Like a waiter) Em Like a waiter'd do with a tray of food, haters, you cater to 'em Em I talk my shit, but I back it up, take the hate and I make it fuel Em Nothin' else left to say or do Em Got dеssert, a fork, plate and spoon Em Must've put my monеy where my mouth is Em 'Cause I got my cake, and I ate it too, haha (Ate it, bitch) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em But they bite off of this 'cause they like my shit Em No fucks, take offense, but you like that shit Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah Em She'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shit Em They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Yeah), yeah yeah yeah yeah [VERSE] Em Bitch, you got one television (One set), Em and the one that you have is cheap (Have is cheap) Em It's like when they test your blood (Test your blood), Em that shit is a plasma screen (A plasma screen) Em My house is like Alfred E. Neuman (Alfred E. Neuman), Em bitch, I got mad TVs (Mad TVs) Em I got a whole lotta issues (Whole lotta issues, prr) Em and MAD magazines (Prr) Em Turn the thermostat all the way up's only way Em you're gonna blast the heat (Blast the heat) Em Call you leisurewear like V necks, Em all y'all just casualties (Casualties) Em Critics I don't rap to please (Rap to please), Em they be like that brand of greens (Brand of greens) Em Label 'em Del Monte (Monte) Em 'cause everyone you can't appease, yeah (Can't appease, haha) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em But they bite off of this 'cause they like my shit Em No fucks, take offense, but you like that shit Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah Em She'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shit Em They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah yeah yeah yeah [VERSE] Em Came up in a world that never (What?) really gave a crap about me (Yeah) Em Two months my dad was outie (Bye), blew up, Em he bragged about me (Haha) Em Talk about seizin' the moment (What?), Em it's like I have the Lawry’s (Yeah) Em I got jumped at Checkers (Rally's), Em but across the board, the game had to crown me (Yeah) Em Man, I swear this shit is a trip (Trip), Em similar to a family outing (When I look) Em When I look back at how these kid kids in my class would clown me Em Said I'm just a huge waste, well, Em that must make these rappers belts, be Em cause now they all feel so small that Em they won't even wrap around me Em Expect me to give in like a sinkhole (What?) Em Stink, ho? Bitch, no, I don't think so Em Like Cool J, back to Cali (What am I, nuts?) Em Borderline nuts, but I have no boundaries Em If you get in my way, I'ma bury ya Em Like a barricade around this area Em They call me the grand canal be Em cause I'll be damned if rap ain't damned without me Em Keep it a grand like a damn finale Em Coup de grâce as I shot to superstardom Em Who'd have thought what my medulla oblongata screwed up Em thoughts could do to toddlers? Em But I grew up on ramen noodles, combination of post trauma due to mama Em Got me off my rocker, human lama, but everything is not hakuna matata (Nah) Em But I pour my heart into the ink in these letters Em I tear you apart as I piece it together Em How am I so sick if I keep getting better? Em Bitch, you ain't fuckin' with me at this ever Em You got no cheese and no cheddar Em You need some yeast, at least get your bread up Em I hit your bitch up like Pac, told her to Em please keep her head up (Head up, head up) Em 'Cause she was suckin' my dick in the Jeep when we met up Em I show up like you just said speak of the devil Em The devil is speaking, "Now shut up," now shut up (Shh) Em I'm tryin' to take rappers heads off (What?) Em I'm out for blood like the Red Cross (Bitch) Em Turn your GPS off and get lost (Right) Em This TEC is not for no TED Talk (Brrt) Em But every word that come from my lip bomb like I'm ChapStick Em Seedy as a motherfuckin' compact disc, bombastic Em I'm ahead of my time and my watch fast, bitch Em I'm strapped, safety off that bitch Em Hop back with this Papermate Em The pen'll be the only thing I'm not cappin' Em Better quit your goddamn jaw jackin' (Yeah) Em Used to write my raps on napkins (What?) Em Too much paper, now I'm stackin' Em And you can't take it like dog aspirin (Haha) Em Ain't alcohol, but I'm strong as it Em If rap was liquor, this song has it (Yeah) Em So if you don't wanna get wasted Em These ain't the kinda bars that you'll wanna take shots at then [CHORUS] Em They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit Em No fucks, take offense, but you like that shit Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah Em She'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shit Em They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah Em Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
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