Durango '95 (A Real Horror Show) 创作者：
$Uicideboy$

N/A

调：E major

Verse 1
D D 
 
F# F# 
 
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Nowhere, 'cause there's no
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
one like you left!
Bm Bm 
 
That's right
D D 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,

Verse 2
D D 
 
Bm Bm 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
D D 
 
Glocks popping,
bustas dropping
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Bm Bm 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
D D 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
niggas duckin' from this shit
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Bm Bm 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
D D 
 
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks (ah!)
Glocks popping, bustas (Sui) dropping
(Sui) niggas duckin' from this shit

Verse 3
D D 
 
F# F# 
 
Evil spirits takin' over,
now they runnin' through my head
D D 
 
F# F# 
 
Telling me, "grip that fucking gun"
D D 
 
Telling me, "pop that fucking lead"
It's a bird, it's a plane, no,
it's Satan in the flesh
Bm Bm 
 
C C 
 
D D 
 
I'm that dead motherfucker steady
Bm Bm 
 
smoking on that death
D D 
 
C C 
 
D D 
 
Satanic holy ghost
Snort that holy dope
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Infrared scope with that dot
F# F# 
 
right on  your throat
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
I'm that scarecrow in the corner,
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
welcome to my crucifixion
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Graveyard living, murder itchin',
Bm Bm 
 
don't be superstitious
F# F# 
 
D D 
 
Demons got my back,
I don't even fight it now
Black magic, voodoo power
E E 
 
Suicide's exciting,
Bm Bm 
 
now see?
D D 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping

Verse 4
D D 
 
Bm Bm 
 
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
D D 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
Bm Bm 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
D D 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
niggas duckin' from this shit
Bm Bm 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
D D 
 
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Bm Bm 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
D D 
 
Bm Bm 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
D D 
 
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Fuck rap, and fuck a rapper
Lets put 'em all in a fucking hole

Verse 5
D D 
 
I'd rather take a nap after I
turn a blunt to ash
Creeping cracker on the chronic,
feelin' like a velociraptor
Pull pullin' off the patch,
but I ain't takin' off the fucking mask
C C 
 
Cm Cm 
 
D D 
 
Heard 'em gasp, closed their mouth
with the fucking gat's blast
Can't rap about a fine dime's ass no more
G 59 where the beast's signs fine
Cm Cm 
 
Fuck a feast, I'm fine dying
D D 
 
Life gave me lemons,
but I want a fucking lime
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Ain't got the time to die tryin'
Bitch, I know I'll die alone
Either in a ditch or on a throne
Either way,
in a pit I'm being thrown
Everything is nothing,
D D 
 
and I'm fucking decomposed

Verse 6
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
Niggas duckin' from this shit
Bm Bm 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
D D 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
Bm Bm 
 
D D 
 
Bm Bm 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
Bm Bm 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping
D D 
 
Glocks, Glocks, Glocks, Glocks
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
niggas duckin' from this shit
Bm Bm 
 
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
D D 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
D D 
 
niggas duckin' from this shit
Glocks popping, bustas dropping,
dropping, dropping