Murda Festival chords by Nems
Verse 1
Am
Uh -huh, who you, pussy?
Fuck your lifestyle, uh
C
F
C
DJ Bless, I see you,
F
C
F
C
F
C
F
C
nigga Murder Festival
Am
Gbm
Yo, listen up, prick
Db
I'll spank your bitch with my big balls
Gbm
You'll do nothing like writing
Db
with pens on brick
C
Gbm
Whoa, whoa
And then I'll put a gat to your ace
Db
Gbm
F
C
And slap you so hard it'll
tattoo your face
Gbm
It's when it comes to beef,
C
cowards don't want mine
Gbm
Niggas won't see you no more,
Db
like, don't walk signs
Gbm
Db
Gbm
Get off my dick, bitch Nemstar with the gemstar,
Em
C
that gangster shit
Gbm
Me and my gangster bitch,
Db
puffin' that watermelon
Gbm
Bet y 'all be tellin' hatin'
Db
C
on this gorgeous fella
Gbm
Switch it up from Nem's lover
Am
to Nem's gutter
But I'm still fuckin' your
friend's mother
with ten brothers
Sucker, now the beatin' goes on
You just a dirtbag with his
Easter clothes on
And I bet that your chick is
a dusty bitch
Murderfest, who you fuckin' with?
Faggot niggas suck a dick,
Gbm
I should come over there right
Db
C
now and bust your shit
Gbm
In front of your whole crew, dude,
Db
C
you such a bitch,
Gbm
sayin' you let the shots break
Db
But I don't believe it,
Gbm
I like niggas wearin' knitted shirts,
claimin' they not gay
Catch me in C .I .I. while with my troop,
Db
Gbm
or layin' a smackdown
C
Just like my nigga
Gbm
Moved, I'm the truth,
and you a minor fabrication
Db
Gbm
Db
Keep poppin' shit
C
Db
and I'll punch your fuckin' face
Gbm
in your pop sniff -wop
Db
Your malls be freebasin'
F
Gbm
and they get it all from me
C
Db
Postin' up in front of Nathan,
C
Gbm
so keep hatin', do whatever you like
Db
Gbm
Cause my heart is dark
Db
er than Haitians,
vapin' in the sunlight
Gbm
And don't you dare try to pick up a mic
Db
Nigga you finished,
Gbm
I'll give you the business
F
C
F
And fuck your bitch with a bottle of Guinness
C
I told the shorty,
C
C#
come get down with the winners
F#m
Don't pay for shit for your dick
E
Am
and Chef Boyardee for dinners
You's a beginner, I'm an expert
Fuck around and get hurt
I'ma cut you right out of your sweatshirt
And the cops, they can't spot us
We be dippin' in pilots
F
Am
With your bitch drivin',
I call a penis collider
She be schemin' for dollars
F
C
And they bring them right back to me
F#m
While I herb niggas for eat
Db
up in Sound Factory
F#m
Bitch, you claim you nice
when in fact you really wack
C
F#m
Db
Fuck around, I'll take your stripes
C
Db
in front of your faculty
C
F#m
An d ask you what fag?
C
F#m
I be boning your baby moms
Db
and I use your kids clothes as a nut rag
F#m
And I call your mother slut bag
Cause I heard from a couple people
she take it in the gut bag
Matter fact,
Db
I heard she take it in the butt dag
F#m
Knife, razor sharp, laser sparks,
Db
and they cut glass
F#m
I used to cut glass,
Db
F
now I cut bitch niggas gun jams
Db
F#m
So what dude, now I switch triggers
Db
Spit vicious and turn you into a vegetable
F#m
Describe these 50 bars
Db
in one word
F#m
Murderfest, ha ha
Murder Festival, nigga, what?
C
Yeah, fuck your life, pussy, what?
Outro 1
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Murda Festival
Nems
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