Chords for Defence Lyrics Eminem

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[C#m] [D#] Nah, nah, [G#m] we ain't doin'
[C#m] I love being hated, it's great, it lets me know that I made [A] it
I wouldn't [C#] have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world
Only lets me know that I'm loved by so [C#m] many other motherfuckers
That ain't you on his part, and you keep fuckin' with us
We keep fuckin' you [A] up and keep [C#] pullin' the rug from up under you
And what's even more fucked up is we [C#m] enjoy what we're doin' so much
There ain't nothin' that we love more than pullin' your skirts up
And exposing you [C#] hoes to march, people are startin' to wonder
What's up with them fuckin' one-door women [C#m] underoos
Do wonder others as you will have done under you
So [D#m] who the fuck you [C#m] motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone [C#] runs [C#m] up with a mask and puts a gun to you?
You will ask yourself, how come [C#] your man's sittin' empty?
That [C#m] last round that he had in [C#] Curtis Jackson's ass [D#] while he had the chance
You [C#m] keep askin' us to keep it [A] on wax, but we can't, this is passing [C#m] rationalization
We have [F#] captured [C#m] national media attention, conversation is senseless
You can sense [D#] the tension, [C#m] start buildin'
Soon as [A] we enter the 106 in Park Building, someone's gonna get [C#] killed
And I swear to God if someone so [C#m] much as even touches one of my people
I'll put a million on his [D#m] head
And you [C#m] ain't got the funds to match or [A] counteract it
But I'd rather rap than get into this gangster [C#] shit
And it ain't [F#] because I'm a bitch, it's because [C#m] I ain't a bitch
I don't endanger people that I'm with
I'm a general, I ain't pushed, I don't send [C#] my soldiers [C#] to war
If I ain't there in the middle of this shit with him
So when I do get [C#m] him, order some storm your head to order you'll be fuckin' with him
You can call me [D#] super, [C#m] see you ain't nigga to greet
This lyrical [A] meat clover that I eat
Niggas wanna [C#] keep speakin', like it ain't [F#] even that deep
[C#m] I got heat that'll scoop a nigga's shit
See I don't even fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I be [A] searchin' for you [C#m] longer than the legend of Zelda
But I'll tell you, [F#] it's gonna be hell to [C#m] tell the
Captain of the Bats account couldn't even smell ya
[D#] Body when I [C#m] hide ya, I be on that mob skin
You [A] another [C#m] hopper under the Renaissance bitch
You can bomb like Lebanon, [C#] with my home [C#m] tactic
I snatch your head like what's a ground skin
[D#m] Motherfucker I'll handle you, we [C#m] can have it out on any [A] avenue
A [C#m] average man flip into an animal, shoot out your mandibles
[F#] Cannons and [C#m] ammunition reload, precision nigga know [G#] the mechanical
Break a pistol [C#m] down, you should see them handles
Street talk to child, no freedom manual
Put your crack vows, young [F#] Nino Brown
[C#m] Chasing green is the dream when you young and [C#] brown
Down to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
With nuts and dirty niggas and they all be down
Starving, [F#] problem that [C#m] enlarge what I was when we're bald
But we still all be loud
While you [D#] punching and tackling [C#m] punks, I'm handling chumps
Packing [A] a pump, it's longer than the elephant's trunk
[C#] On the streets I'm a beast, I'm feast [F#] upon the weak
So sneak [C#m] beef, I shoot you and scream, increase the piece
The punks, [D#m] the pistol [C#m] pack and push your niggas off they Honda
Starved ya, get a crack and yankin' bitches for they gondas
Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama [F#] beat me enough
When she was [C#m] sleeping stuff, I was stealing the key to the truck
Shut the [D#] fuck up, [C#m] before you end up dead in a dump truck
Or [A] in the streets taking a nap, [C#] bleeding and lumped up
What, like getting bleeped [F#] with this heat
[C#m] If you take deep, then fuck it, it'll be sexy
Don't mess with my elasti, don't tussle with my ass speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
[C#] We're ferocious, social [C#m] hostess
Approaching the story, straight for the shoulders
[D#m] We're the [C#m] soldiers, you're the youngster
[F#m] Youngster's long contra, dead in the dumpster
[C#m] Dead in the dumpster, head [D#] full of trauma
You [C#m] scared of the drama, I'm a monster
[D#] I'm [C#m] black nigga, I'm reappeared
[G#] Shoot like a bullet, before they see it clear
[C#] Blackness, carcass covered [F#] with [C#m] catfish
We murkered for no [G#] purpose other than [C#m] practice
The three things I hate, liars, fakes and [A] cheaters
Alcohol, smudge, a fuck with a white [C#m] beard
I got that [C#] describes my life
I don't even know who's phone he's singing
And he [C#m] trying, bitch
Cause I don't give a fuck about no hip hop
At [A] my release party in a blue tank top, the Reebok
[C#m] This Ja Rule beef, I ain't getting in
I need a heart beat singer to sing in my wedding
I'll put on your face into a fucking meat [F#m] patty
I'll fuck your mommy and go fishing with your [C#m] granny
I'll shit on you, I'll pee on R.
Kelly's shoe
This is bizarre, see you [G#] devil's night
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_ _ [C#m] _ [D#] Nah, nah, [G#m] we ain't doin'
[C#m] I love being hated, it's great, it lets me know that I made [A] it
I wouldn't [C#] have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for the world
Only lets me know that I'm loved by so [C#m] many other motherfuckers
That ain't you on his part, and you keep fuckin' with us
We keep fuckin' you [A] up and keep [C#] pullin' the rug from up under you
And what's even more fucked up is we [C#m] enjoy what we're doin' so much
There ain't nothin' that we love more than pullin' your skirts up
And exposing you [C#] hoes to march, people are startin' to wonder
What's up with them fuckin' one-door women [C#m] underoos
Do wonder others as you will have done under you
So [D#m] who the fuck you [C#m] motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone [C#] runs [C#m] up with a mask and puts a gun to you?
You will ask yourself, how come [C#] your man's sittin' empty?
That [C#m] last round that he had in [C#] Curtis Jackson's ass [D#] while he had the chance
You [C#m] keep askin' us to keep it [A] on wax, but we can't, this is passing [C#m] rationalization
We have [F#] captured [C#m] national media attention, conversation is senseless
You can sense [D#] the tension, [C#m] start buildin'
Soon as [A] we enter the 106 in Park Building, someone's gonna get [C#] killed
And I swear to God if someone so [C#m] much as even touches one of my people
I'll put a million on his [D#m] head
And you [C#m] ain't got the funds to match or [A] counteract it
But I'd rather rap than get into this gangster [C#] shit
And it ain't [F#] because I'm a bitch, it's because [C#m] I ain't a bitch
I don't endanger people that I'm with
I'm a general, I ain't pushed, I don't send [C#] my soldiers [C#] to war
If I ain't there in the middle of this shit with him
So when I do get [C#m] him, order some storm your head to order you'll be fuckin' with him
You can call me [D#] super, [C#m] see you ain't nigga to greet
This lyrical [A] meat clover that I eat
Niggas wanna [C#] keep speakin', like it ain't [F#] even that deep
[C#m] I got heat that'll scoop a nigga's shit
See I don't even fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I be [A] searchin' for you [C#m] longer than the legend of Zelda
But I'll tell you, [F#] it's gonna be hell to [C#m] tell the
Captain of the Bats account couldn't even smell ya
[D#] Body when I [C#m] hide ya, I be on that mob skin
You [A] another [C#m] hopper under the Renaissance bitch
You can bomb like Lebanon, [C#] with my home [C#m] tactic
I snatch your head like what's a ground skin
[D#m] Motherfucker I'll handle you, we [C#m] can have it out on any [A] avenue
A [C#m] average man flip into an animal, shoot out your mandibles
[F#] Cannons and [C#m] ammunition reload, precision nigga know [G#] the mechanical
Break a pistol [C#m] down, you should see them handles
Street talk to child, no freedom manual
Put your crack vows, young [F#] Nino Brown
[C#m] Chasing green is the dream when you young and [C#] brown
Down to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
With nuts and dirty niggas and they all be down
Starving, [F#] problem that [C#m] enlarge what I was when we're bald
But we still all be loud
While you [D#] punching and tackling [C#m] punks, I'm handling chumps
Packing [A] a pump, it's longer than the elephant's trunk
[C#] On the streets I'm a beast, I'm feast [F#] upon the weak
So sneak [C#m] beef, I shoot you and scream, increase the piece
The punks, [D#m] the pistol [C#m] pack and push your niggas off they Honda
Starved ya, get a crack and yankin' bitches for they gondas
Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama [F#] beat me enough
When she was [C#m] sleeping stuff, I was stealing the key to the truck
Shut the [D#] fuck up, [C#m] before you end up dead in a dump truck
Or [A] in the streets taking a nap, [C#] bleeding and lumped up
What, like getting bleeped [F#] with this heat
[C#m] If you take deep, then fuck it, it'll be sexy
Don't mess with my elasti, don't tussle with my ass speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
[C#] We're ferocious, social [C#m] hostess
Approaching the story, straight for the shoulders
[D#m] We're the [C#m] soldiers, you're the youngster
[F#m] Youngster's long contra, dead in the dumpster
[C#m] Dead in the dumpster, head [D#] full of trauma
You [C#m] scared of the drama, I'm a monster
[D#] I'm [C#m] black nigga, I'm reappeared
[G#] Shoot like a bullet, before they see it clear
[C#] Blackness, carcass covered [F#] with [C#m] catfish
We murkered for no [G#] purpose other than [C#m] practice
The three things I hate, liars, fakes and [A] cheaters
Alcohol, smudge, a fuck with a white [C#m] beard
I got that [C#] describes my life
I don't even know who's phone he's singing
And he [C#m] trying, bitch
Cause I don't give a fuck about no hip hop
At [A] my release party in a blue tank top, the Reebok
[C#m] This Ja Rule beef, I ain't getting in
I need a heart beat singer to sing in my wedding
I'll put on your face into a fucking meat [F#m] patty
I'll fuck your mommy and go fishing with your [C#m] granny
I'll shit on you, I'll pee on R.
Kelly's shoe
This is bizarre, see you [G#] devil's night