Nauseous chords by
Scram Jones
Scram Jones

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Key: D major
Intro 1
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C
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Bm
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Verse 1
Em
Em
Rap
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Platypus with a fat bag of kush
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Em
Used to cop a doo -wop tape
just to hear Snagglepuss
Now we're on roll with three amigos
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an d a rapping bush
Em
Em
Just a junkyard dog looking
for a cat to mush
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D
Dirty dog looking for a chick
with a rack to smush
Em
Em
Make a situation,
pussies get you out like snooks
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D
I got my hand in the jaw, eye on the prize
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Put the foot in your mouth,
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Bm
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nose of my gun sticking out
Em
Em
From the neck of the woods,
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D
make it crack from that cracker barrel
Em
Em
Could take a crack,
but I don't wanna have
to crack a barrel
Cause I stay firm, in fact,
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I still talk to nature
Em
Em
And every time I rap,
they say I actually talk to strangers
Matter of fact, when I scratch,
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D
Em
Em
I still talk to Raider
I let him know his time was fast,
but what he taught was major
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I say a prayer, then I short out my fader
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Get on the wheels like a skater,
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C#
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turn it up, wake all my neighbors
Em
Em
I was born up in the fall,
so you could say
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I got that autumn flavor
Em
Em
You were born a falcon,
say that you were born a hater
You called a L, called a caper,
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D
Em
Em
had to come up on the low
And now they say I'm on the roll
just like some toilet paper
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D
Get my perks but don't pop pills,
I got that hurt
Em
Em
I put in serious work, call me Ron Mills
I put a jerk in the dirt
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D
when they don't got skills
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Em
Em
Bm
Bm
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DJ, turn my set of decks into
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Em
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Em
Em
Hot Wheels
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Bm
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Em
Em
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I'm joggin' fast for that Johnny Cash
I ride this stache in an
Obama mask
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Em
Screamin' sorry, got a tax
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Don't got a rash, but I got a scratch
Em
Em
And if they say these are the brakes
Then I'ma wrap up in a body cast
How could I not rip it?
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I'm cold, I rock Fridja
Em
Em
Might go get a hot midget,
tell her blow my Scott disick
I'm more E -Teller,
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Chelsea, I'm a handler
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Bm
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On the face complainin',
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C#
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J .Ru the damager
Em
Em
Dirty rotten scoundrel,
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blowin' the cloud wall
Em
Em
In case the council doubtful,
I'ma wrap a mouthful
It's light work, work all night,
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D
so my life's work
Em
Em
Work till the early mornin'
like I was the night clerk
Out the front door,
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D
my studio the gun store
Em
Em
These beats in my hard drive,
my bullets in the junk drawer
Seven wonders of the world,
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D
we'll count one more
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I'ma stack more big faces
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D
than Mount Rushmore
Em
Em
I'm on a cake trail,
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more bars than a state jail
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Em
Not bars that sell pale ales,
the bars that create sales
Get large like a great whale,
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go hard till I break scales
Em
Em
And if I can't get that Oprah money,
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Em
Em
gladly take gales
I'm on this cash mission,
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a cook in the rap kitchen
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Em
Make the cash and I don't need a hook,
I'm hand fishin'
I took the transition,
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Bm
Bm
using all my forces and saucers
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Give it to bastards and you'll
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Em
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be nauseous
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Em
Em
Gotta stick with my verses
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Em
Em
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Em
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4 1 and 2
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Bm
Bm
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Em
Em
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Gotta stick with my verses 4 1 and 2
If I recall correctly, if I recall correctly,
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my plums, beautiful bluish hue,
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D
the sun just dancing right off of them,
just nice, getting ready
to take them to market,
I can feel it down in my plums.
I can feel it down in my plums.
They're getting a nice bluish hue.
Getting ready to take them
to the farmer's market.
Special two plums for one. Bones.
Ha, ha ha!

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