Welcome To The Bomm Bunkuh chords by Bomm Sheltuh

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Em 
Yo,
welcome to the big leagues,
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I'm a big dog with big teeth
Em 
A   loud bark,
the bottle leave you up 6 creak
The way I rap,
you be needin' ice packs
Cause Naraka's all that,
and a bag of snacks
Off terrain is a squadron
that I'm involved in
And you'll get slapped up
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Em 
for sticking your paws in
Left for dead,
a fly nurse is the scenery
You're on the bed getting
fed intravenously
Your snot box won't stop
dripping burgundy
You left recovery,
went back to emergency
You doubt me and I'll find about you
Two cats from southeast
will bloody up your mouthpiece
Who won't tangle,
you getting crushed from all angles
I guarantee you'll catch deep wounds
and left mangled
Lying in a pool of blood,
sweat and drool
Funeral close, caskets,
nothing left for you
I goes for the mic,
quicker than a cobra can strike
Contenders couldn't beat me down
if I was throwing a fight
It's okay though,
my payload's a bomb,
cause I say so
My style's Waco, mixed with Yayo,
E 
Am 
and Sarajevo C4 ya,
Em 
E 
you don't know that half or three quarters on filthy order
Em 
Extreme legend, I resort to Harkia
E 
I'm the reason why nobody talk to ya
Em 
I rock a thug, do it loud,
E 
like a game of hockey does
Em 
Probably cause I'm Su,
put up your dukes
I'm hazardous,
live and active bitch
E 
Am 
Storm apologize, you ask for this
Em 
You have to get a gang of non -violent
activists with ammunition
E 
The gat is spittin, I'm so accurate,
Em 
I back dismiss it
Mass precision
Bombshell to craft division
Causes mass attention
And you don't want a back collision
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New and  improved
Em 
Realty -rich, my hobbies include
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Takin' stacks home
Em 
and breakin' back bowls in two
Fuck it, still the best ones
that do it and love it
We storm through,
y cash gets shoved in the oven
325 Fahrenheit, boilin' hot
Bubble your skin,
your eyes pop, spoil your plot
I swing fish and catch scars
and burn knuckles
Shit, My rap style is off the turnbuckle,
Jimmy Snooker
Bystanders and onlookers, bear witness
My special move is the stunner
Vietnam cats is starving, see the hunger
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Em 
You either give loot or get knuckled under
TKO face down with the one -two
Crash, you came,
they ain't got bitches from you
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Em 
Then we go home
and make some music to fuck to
Then we send them back
to you with a buck two
Raw deal, Tar Heel and my team blast
We leave the scene more graphic
than a Dreamcast
Bomb shelter type loud,
lost in white clouds
Nervous wreck,
we stage diving in a hype crowd
Sound crash where you get
your mic snatched
I blaze you with a fresh biscuit
made from scratch
Fuck a desert eagle,
I got a desert beagle that bark
And sparks through an ostrich
that's mega sharp
Cover your eyes if you don't like
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what you're seeing
Em 
I got strength,
E 
you look weak for the time being
Legend has it,
Em 
I give a mic check and petty cash it
My flesh to be swayed
to digest with belly acid
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Em 
This is where the shells at,
I let them have it
Fuck selfish, a contribution of pellets
to where your blood cells at Dr. Bombay,
Rob Payne, dude
Me and my hombres,
rendezvous
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Em 
And then she is the entree
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Em 
From real to real, using live bait
Caught while on tape, I'm just in love
A step above her boss' fiancée
I look for her, and you handcuffin'
When I wrote the first layer
She overworked,
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Em 
repeatedly hearing your only verse
Do me harm, I'm at your door
Signed for your uniball
On the dotted line, out of time
Nothing to snooze upon, no sympathy
We're enemies of the
state of indecency
We drop him on the one -two
E 
Hot as body against the three
Eventually,
Em 
you whistle in the game
My life's been blown,
my wrist bones
I'm free to safety, holding down my end zone,
FAYETTE NON
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Em 
Okay, y  alright, that's Bones Shelter,
ha -ha, underground but above level, yeah
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We only come above ground
Em 
to get food, clothes,
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Em 
and head back to the shelter
Off -terrain music, get ready,
it ain't coming
You