Key: D minor
Verse 1
J .R .R .I .T .R.
Officially the motherfuckin' builder
It sounds like we're goin' into overdrive,
overdrive
C#m
Let's move I try like hell to warn him
You guys just well ignore him
A
C#m
It's time to throw the storms
Give me a second
and this game's gonna be hot
I'll break this down to bits
And shake the town with hits
A
C#m
Then lay it down with clips
Give me a second
and this game's gonna be mine
You hatin' to sound like Trix
I'll make this clown my bitch
A
C#m
And shake him down for chips
Give me a second
and this game's gonna be mine
So just take out your pockets
You'll get raped if you got it
A
C#m
Ain't no way you gon' stop it
Give me a second and this game's gonna
I know you heard I'm sick
I murdered this, a murder shit
A
C#m
I splurge an d waste my shirt and kids
By Alexandra Herkovich
But you thirst to kiss the dirty chick
serve a sip and serve the crisp
Use a sucker, love her, cuff her
Cuff, discuss her, motherfucker
A
C#m
Trick on a whore, she acts,
give me some more
Like she bust her
And slime you for thous, my stylist
C#m
G#
Why would I drop a dime on you now?
C#m
G#
C#m
Stuff your damn nostrils with weight,
weight
These fiends remind me of
Derek Jeter for leaders
A
C#m
How every time I pitch,
they slide for the base
Hey, the crook is a creep,
I judged you to eat
Cause look, every week,
mink, fox, gator
Looking like an animal
A
C#m
So zookeepers wanna put me to sleep
I try like hell to warn em
A
C#m
You guys just well ignored em
Give me a second
and this game is gonna be mine
I'll break this down to bits,
and shake it down with hits,
A
C#m
then lay it down with clips
Give me a second
and this game is gonna be mine
You hatin' sound like tricks,
I'll make this clown my bitch,
A
C#m
and shake him down for chips
Give me a second
and this game is gonna be mine
So just take out your pockets,
you'll be raped if you got it,
A
C#m
ain't no way you gon' stop it
Give me second
and this game is gonna be mine
I'm that sickening disease,
with that trick up his sleeve
A
C#m
Who's got it mastered, bastard,
you don't exist in my breeze
Front like if you're a G,
end up Christopher Reeves
A
C#m
You will sit where you pee,
A
C#m
who will sit where you grieve
Ball like Christopher Reeve,
but I stick with my ease
A
C#m
You'll be ditched if you please,
G#
C#m
or get pitched in a seat
For some cat snitchin's they steep,
snitch what they see
A
C#m
Call them hood rats,
a savage,
but I'm past the average
A
C#m
I'm static like a back -to -matic,
it's Kaplan's ultra -back -to -faggot
Max lean him, steam him,
beam him, the cat wheezes
A
C#m
Like I bounced on a friend,
high, flat, leave him
Buck, you a wrecker, trust me, a stepper
C#m
G#
C#m
bring about a hundred to gether
So I'm stuck with a heifer
that wanna suck on a pecker
A
C#m
With a bigger neck
than the damn nutty professor
Holla! I try like hell to warn him
You guys just well ignore him
A
C#m
It's time to count the storms
Give me a second
and this game's gonna be mine
I'll break this down to bits
And shake the town with hits
A
C#m
Then lay it down with clips
Give me a second
and this game's gonna be mine
You haters sound like tricks
I'll make this clown my bitch
A
C#m
And shake em, get em for chips
Give me a second
and this game is gonna be mine
Soldiers take out your pockets
Give me a second
Outro 1
and this game is gonna be mine
C#m
A
C#m
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ChordsG# C#m A
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