Bottle Rocket 创作者:
Mf Doom
Mf Doom
Mf Grimm
Mf Grimm

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调:Eb major
Verse 1
D#
C#m
F#m
E
M .I .C.
B
E
C#m
M .I .C.
D#
M .I .C.
E
The grim reaper will reap so
D#
don't sleep or make a peep
C#m
I'm deep, I got a shawty
F#m
and it pumps like a
G
E
As it pump, you weep,
B
your options creep
E
G#m
I'm not pumping daylight soul,
D#
I'm pumping little creeps
In heaps and heaps of lead
like sheep that led
C#m
To their deathbed, fed,
F#m
F#
E
instead of making bread that left dead
B
Ripped to shreds, twisted, hangin'
E
G#m
D#
I rest heads to bed like
club head get wise
G#m
C#m
Real ize that sometimes
D#
hypnotize emcees
To my rhymes and lines
that they memorize
E
Strap kick, dick sticks, built like dick sticks
D#
The two picks, I kick ass,
quick and sick like a karate flick
Chop you like a brick, you tick
E
C#m
Flame brother, either father,
brother, king or mix
F#m
F#
E
But you're dope as shit,
B
E
you dick, I stick niggas up
D#
Cause I'm a lunatic,
my victims are handpicked
E
You wiped off like lipstick,
D#
seasick or homesick
C#m
Pretend I'm glad you beat
F#
that ass with a boomstick
E
Say one word, and yes,
B
your ass I'll chase
E
D#
That's not gas, that's fear in your face
Help the words, no handshake,
you're soft like cheesecake
C#m
Tough like beefsteak,
F#m
but sweet like short cake
F#
E
B
A young star, my fall, that's up the bar
E
D#
No matter who you are,
I'll be ready to spar
G#m
D#
Cause the mic is a crowbar,
C#m
my rhymes are solar
D#
Classy like a jaguar,
the microphone all -star
E
C#m
D#
Grim's a diehard, chill on the boulevard
E
With my bodyguard, he's big like it's
D#
St.
Bernard's in war
I declare, so be aware, it's so fair
C#m
Cause you can't compare
gold to silverware
F#m
I
E
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
B
you interfering with me
E
D#
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers with
I
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
you interfering with me
C#m
Go against me nigga,
F#m
F#
you don't want no dealers with me
E
DESTROY!
the fuck on my path,
B
you interfering with me
E
C#m
D#
Go against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers
You can't cause a dent to
my demented senses
C#m
F#
E
Relentless pain, no novocaine I drill like a dentist,
couldn't prevent this
B
E
D#
Heart like cement tape, musical rape,
leave you hanging like drapes
I crush microphones like they were grapes
C#m
On tour, I make a lot of paints
F#m
E
But the words you heard,
B
C#m
E
I meant this I designed this shape, I bent this track
D#
Sent this whack apprentice
E
ass right back
D#
E
To the drawing board, it was a joke
C#m
To the rhyme, overlord,
F#m
F#
E
overlord, overlord soul
B
E
Catch the wave like coke,
D#
let you float like a surfboard
E
D#
Stompin' the streets, I tear up clubs
C#m
You reach for the mic and
F#m
I leave you with nub s
E
B
A frog brings sales like a bag of chips
E
D#
When a rapper try to flip,
or either give me lip
Catch me at my maddest,
E
D#
C#m
that's when I write my baddest shit
F#m
E
Then I lock like a pick on the paper
B
Sic em, another victim for the
E
C#m
musical raper
D#
Round ripper, style stripper, non -hipper
C#m
G#m
Sharp like a nail clipper
C#m
E
I'm bigger than both of the dippers
D#
And very dapper,
C#m
D#
I'll go deeper than flipper
E
C#m
But when it come to rappers,
rappers, rappers
E
D#
E
D#
Huh, y 'all just little whippersnappers
E
D#
So what up, what up, punk, shut up
C#m
I'll get your jaw broke like
F#m
Grazerutter
E
Ah shit, I'm at it again
B
E
C#m
D#
Chasing motherfuckers like I'm
Rin
Tin
Tin
E
D#
The final chapter, no more laughter
C#m
F#m
As I bomb your ass just like the day after
E
No nuclear warheads, cause instead
B
E
G#m
All rhymes are lost by the
D#
kid who's fed
We're infrared to pinpoint the joint
C#m
All the place, all the person I chase face
F#m
E
So walk, and don't try to
B
talk when I start to stalk
E
C#m
I don't discriminate,
D#
Grim
Reaper hates
C#m
All
MCs who grab the microphone
Yes, I dislike them wheth
C#m
er they're friend or foe
So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows
Eight -punch combos, I turn stars into
John
Doe's
So if you see me at a show, you better
G .O.
And tiptoe your ass out the fuckin' door
I film my shows with a
Handycam
Before I go on, I sip some brandy and
Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the
Candyman
And I cripple
MCs, make them handy, man
I destroy
Get the fuck out my path

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