调：B major•
Verse 1
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Verse 2
A#m
down
D#
B
D#
B
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
bend my rectum
no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're
gonna get is this dick
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's
a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
Fm
C
B
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her
Verse 3
off a building if I get banned
Cm
C
B
Can't agree bitch I'm on,
your boy is bad to the bone
Verse 4
was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that
I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with
me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard
cover the sleeves
B
G#
Fm
he's puffin' the trees, please
B
E
G#
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like
(Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack
on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare
Verse 5
Like "you're going to jail now!"
G
B
G
B
G
B
Ta male! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
G
B
G
B
Why y'all so salty,
Verse 6
D#
A#
B
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
A#
B
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions,
dance during chemo
Verse 7
G
B
G
Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
B
Cm
G
B
na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
Verse 8
B
D#m
How many fags can a light bulb screw?
they be two's and sixes
to lose my shit
C#m
D#m
D#
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's
hair with a crucifix
Verse 9
B
G#
B
G#
A little Jergens in
my palm for the jerkin'
tryna set mood
D#m
D#
I don't need lub e, dry fit suits me
shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline,
Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
Outro 1
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