Chords for Denace - I'm Not Done (EMINEM MGK Diss Response) Ft. Dispencery7
Tempo:
92.65 bpm
Chords used:
G
Gm
Eb
C
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Rest in peace machine bun jelly
Dear son
Dear mister, I'm too good to call it right the stands.
This is the last package I ever send your ass
But it's a eulogy stupid geek.
Hope you like it took me two beers in a jelly sandwich to write it been six days now
No word.
I don't deserve it
You got my last disc bitch cuz it was perfect
The flow was a little off cuz I had a fit the vodka Marshall came through with the kill and then shot you
But this is the [Eb] double tap to this fucking brat in the rest of mumble rap
It's time to cut the track like a lumberjack can't believe you need a bodyguard at the [G] jab talking up a bunch of smack
What the fuck is up with [Gm] that only place your punches land is a fucking punching bag cut the egg
I'm sure this bear would fit where your pair would sit we credit vanilla ice
I'm barely convinced both of you wore the same pair of shoe dress that didn't even open when your careers took a plunge
Five shots on the entire block.
How can I be afraid of death when I die a lot?
I heard M disowned you I might adopt you popped up buying shots got blocked
Let the tabs open firebox.
And how's this guy still tweeting from inside a box?
Did you fall out boy?
[C] And now you're trying to rock nice cat now go binge on [Eb] a giant cock
You got a record deal and I don't you can sign whatever you like, but I [G] won't you don't know you don't [Ebm] know
You don't know [G] me you can hate on you like say what you might but I'll [Gm] never lose sleep
Nope, you know what rhymes with Iggy Azalea what talentless overrated chick from Australia else fake plastic paraphernalia
Ass and tits like they were bit by a chick with malaria.
Oh, yeah
Now it's our turn shit Joe buttons getting click like a power on switch such a sour old bitch and delirious
Serious you faker than Howard Stern's way
You can hardly hang about the drop like Artie Lane [G] retiring from hip-hop today
They chucked a fucking garbage can star lamain and you can depart a plane into the ocean
So we never hear your retarded brain start a game bad, baby.
You clearly a hoe
How you been 15 for three years in a row go on [Gm] dr
Phil and call your mama bitch now you're making hits and people got the nerve to ask why I'm an atheist shit
No wonder I'm feeling alone.
[Ab] It's a conspiracy bro.
Earth is flat
[G] Not a sphere or a globe M&M is a [Gm] clone Kylie Jenner's the richest woman alive from a career on her own
Shit, I guess the world is full of idiots.
No wonder I give up trying to give a shit
[Gm] I'm Steve Jobs to this PC culture.
So like Bruce Jenner's dick time to get rid of it
Odd future you get too predictable bout to cut you into more parts than the M [G]&M interview
By the way, why are you trying to [Gm] make him sway sway retract calling someone who called himself gay gay damn
Did you guys forget what happened is fall on your head and forget who Marshall Mathers is [G] the church is jacking kids
[Eb] Donald Trump is grabbing tits, but you're mad at this.
Well, guess what?
[G] Well, it's still a faggot bitch.
You don't know you don't know you don't know me
You can hate all you like say what you [Gm] might but I'll never lose sleep
Hey little trope put the gun down
Everybody blood now.
I got the munchies.
You're just lunch meat.
I bring such heat.
You must bring sunscreen
Yeah, I drove off a bridge right into Crystal Lake where my little pump in the trunk.
Watch the tape
They call me Stan fuck him I'm damn
Punctious came back to life with an appetite for some cloud chasing an amp to fight more take a bite
So damn delightful they can hate but they can't deny me the heaven issue stands behind me blue yellow
Purple pills enter the matrix agents failed you are sounder name It's sick
You even look alike face cats and lists and butcher hypocrites at the least you fake cunts at least a sound like the motherfucking
Raiders, you don't know you don't [Eb] know you don't know me
You [G] can hate all you like say what you might but I'll [Eb] never lose [D] sleep
Nope, sincerely Stan
PS fuck Logan Paul
Spit your rhymes.
Yeah, [N] that's it
Dear son
Dear mister, I'm too good to call it right the stands.
This is the last package I ever send your ass
But it's a eulogy stupid geek.
Hope you like it took me two beers in a jelly sandwich to write it been six days now
No word.
I don't deserve it
You got my last disc bitch cuz it was perfect
The flow was a little off cuz I had a fit the vodka Marshall came through with the kill and then shot you
But this is the [Eb] double tap to this fucking brat in the rest of mumble rap
It's time to cut the track like a lumberjack can't believe you need a bodyguard at the [G] jab talking up a bunch of smack
What the fuck is up with [Gm] that only place your punches land is a fucking punching bag cut the egg
I'm sure this bear would fit where your pair would sit we credit vanilla ice
I'm barely convinced both of you wore the same pair of shoe dress that didn't even open when your careers took a plunge
Five shots on the entire block.
How can I be afraid of death when I die a lot?
I heard M disowned you I might adopt you popped up buying shots got blocked
Let the tabs open firebox.
And how's this guy still tweeting from inside a box?
Did you fall out boy?
[C] And now you're trying to rock nice cat now go binge on [Eb] a giant cock
You got a record deal and I don't you can sign whatever you like, but I [G] won't you don't know you don't [Ebm] know
You don't know [G] me you can hate on you like say what you might but I'll [Gm] never lose sleep
Nope, you know what rhymes with Iggy Azalea what talentless overrated chick from Australia else fake plastic paraphernalia
Ass and tits like they were bit by a chick with malaria.
Oh, yeah
Now it's our turn shit Joe buttons getting click like a power on switch such a sour old bitch and delirious
Serious you faker than Howard Stern's way
You can hardly hang about the drop like Artie Lane [G] retiring from hip-hop today
They chucked a fucking garbage can star lamain and you can depart a plane into the ocean
So we never hear your retarded brain start a game bad, baby.
You clearly a hoe
How you been 15 for three years in a row go on [Gm] dr
Phil and call your mama bitch now you're making hits and people got the nerve to ask why I'm an atheist shit
No wonder I'm feeling alone.
[Ab] It's a conspiracy bro.
Earth is flat
[G] Not a sphere or a globe M&M is a [Gm] clone Kylie Jenner's the richest woman alive from a career on her own
Shit, I guess the world is full of idiots.
No wonder I give up trying to give a shit
[Gm] I'm Steve Jobs to this PC culture.
So like Bruce Jenner's dick time to get rid of it
Odd future you get too predictable bout to cut you into more parts than the M [G]&M interview
By the way, why are you trying to [Gm] make him sway sway retract calling someone who called himself gay gay damn
Did you guys forget what happened is fall on your head and forget who Marshall Mathers is [G] the church is jacking kids
[Eb] Donald Trump is grabbing tits, but you're mad at this.
Well, guess what?
[G] Well, it's still a faggot bitch.
You don't know you don't know you don't know me
You can hate all you like say what you [Gm] might but I'll never lose sleep
Hey little trope put the gun down
Everybody blood now.
I got the munchies.
You're just lunch meat.
I bring such heat.
You must bring sunscreen
Yeah, I drove off a bridge right into Crystal Lake where my little pump in the trunk.
Watch the tape
They call me Stan fuck him I'm damn
Punctious came back to life with an appetite for some cloud chasing an amp to fight more take a bite
So damn delightful they can hate but they can't deny me the heaven issue stands behind me blue yellow
Purple pills enter the matrix agents failed you are sounder name It's sick
You even look alike face cats and lists and butcher hypocrites at the least you fake cunts at least a sound like the motherfucking
Raiders, you don't know you don't [Eb] know you don't know me
You [G] can hate all you like say what you might but I'll [Eb] never lose [D] sleep
Nope, sincerely Stan
PS fuck Logan Paul
Spit your rhymes.
Yeah, [N] that's it
Key:
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Gm
Eb
C
Ebm
G
Gm
Eb
Rest in peace machine bun jelly
Dear son _ _
_ Dear mister, I'm too good to call it right the stands.
This is the last package I ever send your ass
But it's a eulogy stupid geek.
Hope you like it took me two beers in a jelly sandwich to write it been six days now
No word.
I don't deserve it
You got my last disc bitch cuz it was perfect
The flow was a little off cuz I had a fit the vodka Marshall came through with the kill and then shot you
But this is the [Eb] double tap to this fucking brat in the rest of mumble rap
It's time to cut the track like a lumberjack can't believe you need a bodyguard at the [G] jab talking up a bunch of smack
What the fuck is up with [Gm] that only place your punches land is a fucking punching bag cut the egg
I'm sure this bear would fit where your pair would sit we credit vanilla ice
I'm barely convinced both of you wore the same pair of shoe dress that didn't even open when your careers took a plunge
Five shots on the entire block.
How can I be afraid of death when I die a lot?
I heard M disowned you I might adopt you popped up buying shots got blocked
Let the tabs open firebox.
And how's this guy still tweeting from inside a box?
Did you fall out boy?
[C] And now you're trying to rock nice cat now go binge on [Eb] a giant cock
You got a record deal and I don't you can sign whatever you like, but I [G] won't you don't know you don't [Ebm] know
You don't know [G] me you can hate on you like say what you might but I'll [Gm] never lose sleep
Nope, you know what rhymes with Iggy Azalea what talentless overrated chick from Australia else fake plastic paraphernalia
Ass and tits like they were bit by a chick with malaria.
Oh, yeah
Now it's our turn shit Joe buttons getting click like a power on switch such a sour old bitch and delirious
Serious you faker than Howard Stern's way
You can hardly hang about the drop like Artie Lane [G] retiring from hip-hop today
They chucked a fucking garbage can star lamain and you can depart a plane into the ocean
So we never hear your retarded brain start a game bad, baby.
You clearly a hoe
How you been 15 for three years in a row go on [Gm] dr
Phil and call your mama bitch now you're making hits and people got the nerve to ask why I'm an atheist shit
No wonder I'm feeling alone.
[Ab] It's a conspiracy bro.
Earth is flat
[G] Not a sphere or a globe M&M is a [Gm] clone Kylie Jenner's the richest woman alive from a career on her own
Shit, I guess the world is full of idiots.
No wonder I give up trying to give a shit
[Gm] I'm Steve Jobs to this PC culture.
So like Bruce Jenner's dick time to get rid of it
Odd future you get too predictable bout to cut you into more parts than the M [G]&M interview
By the way, why are you trying to [Gm] make him sway sway retract calling someone who called himself gay gay damn
Did you guys forget what happened is fall on your head and forget who Marshall Mathers is [G] the church is jacking kids
[Eb] Donald Trump is grabbing tits, but you're mad at this.
Well, guess what?
[G] Well, it's still a faggot bitch.
You don't know you don't know you don't know me
You can hate all you like say what you [Gm] might but I'll never lose sleep
Hey little trope put the gun down
Everybody blood now.
I got the munchies.
You're just lunch meat.
I bring such heat.
You must bring sunscreen
Yeah, I drove off a bridge right into Crystal Lake where my little pump in the trunk.
Watch the tape
They call me Stan fuck him I'm damn
Punctious came back to life with an appetite for some cloud chasing an amp to fight more take a bite
So damn delightful they can hate but they can't deny me the heaven issue stands behind me blue yellow
Purple pills enter the matrix agents failed you are sounder name It's sick
You even look alike face cats and lists and butcher hypocrites at the least you fake cunts at least a sound like the motherfucking
Raiders, you don't know you don't [Eb] know you don't know me
You [G] can hate all you like say what you might but I'll [Eb] never lose [D] sleep
Nope, sincerely Stan
_ PS fuck Logan Paul
_ _ _ Spit your rhymes.
Yeah, [N] that's it _
Dear son _ _
_ Dear mister, I'm too good to call it right the stands.
This is the last package I ever send your ass
But it's a eulogy stupid geek.
Hope you like it took me two beers in a jelly sandwich to write it been six days now
No word.
I don't deserve it
You got my last disc bitch cuz it was perfect
The flow was a little off cuz I had a fit the vodka Marshall came through with the kill and then shot you
But this is the [Eb] double tap to this fucking brat in the rest of mumble rap
It's time to cut the track like a lumberjack can't believe you need a bodyguard at the [G] jab talking up a bunch of smack
What the fuck is up with [Gm] that only place your punches land is a fucking punching bag cut the egg
I'm sure this bear would fit where your pair would sit we credit vanilla ice
I'm barely convinced both of you wore the same pair of shoe dress that didn't even open when your careers took a plunge
Five shots on the entire block.
How can I be afraid of death when I die a lot?
I heard M disowned you I might adopt you popped up buying shots got blocked
Let the tabs open firebox.
And how's this guy still tweeting from inside a box?
Did you fall out boy?
[C] And now you're trying to rock nice cat now go binge on [Eb] a giant cock
You got a record deal and I don't you can sign whatever you like, but I [G] won't you don't know you don't [Ebm] know
You don't know [G] me you can hate on you like say what you might but I'll [Gm] never lose sleep
Nope, you know what rhymes with Iggy Azalea what talentless overrated chick from Australia else fake plastic paraphernalia
Ass and tits like they were bit by a chick with malaria.
Oh, yeah
Now it's our turn shit Joe buttons getting click like a power on switch such a sour old bitch and delirious
Serious you faker than Howard Stern's way
You can hardly hang about the drop like Artie Lane [G] retiring from hip-hop today
They chucked a fucking garbage can star lamain and you can depart a plane into the ocean
So we never hear your retarded brain start a game bad, baby.
You clearly a hoe
How you been 15 for three years in a row go on [Gm] dr
Phil and call your mama bitch now you're making hits and people got the nerve to ask why I'm an atheist shit
No wonder I'm feeling alone.
[Ab] It's a conspiracy bro.
Earth is flat
[G] Not a sphere or a globe M&M is a [Gm] clone Kylie Jenner's the richest woman alive from a career on her own
Shit, I guess the world is full of idiots.
No wonder I give up trying to give a shit
[Gm] I'm Steve Jobs to this PC culture.
So like Bruce Jenner's dick time to get rid of it
Odd future you get too predictable bout to cut you into more parts than the M [G]&M interview
By the way, why are you trying to [Gm] make him sway sway retract calling someone who called himself gay gay damn
Did you guys forget what happened is fall on your head and forget who Marshall Mathers is [G] the church is jacking kids
[Eb] Donald Trump is grabbing tits, but you're mad at this.
Well, guess what?
[G] Well, it's still a faggot bitch.
You don't know you don't know you don't know me
You can hate all you like say what you [Gm] might but I'll never lose sleep
Hey little trope put the gun down
Everybody blood now.
I got the munchies.
You're just lunch meat.
I bring such heat.
You must bring sunscreen
Yeah, I drove off a bridge right into Crystal Lake where my little pump in the trunk.
Watch the tape
They call me Stan fuck him I'm damn
Punctious came back to life with an appetite for some cloud chasing an amp to fight more take a bite
So damn delightful they can hate but they can't deny me the heaven issue stands behind me blue yellow
Purple pills enter the matrix agents failed you are sounder name It's sick
You even look alike face cats and lists and butcher hypocrites at the least you fake cunts at least a sound like the motherfucking
Raiders, you don't know you don't [Eb] know you don't know me
You [G] can hate all you like say what you might but I'll [Eb] never lose [D] sleep
Nope, sincerely Stan
_ PS fuck Logan Paul
_ _ _ Spit your rhymes.
Yeah, [N] that's it _