Chords for Dirty Heads - 'Too Cruel' (Official Audio)

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_ _ [Em] I got an open mind, like a golden child You try to go for points, I try to go for
style I do my city proud, I try to keep it wild
[B] Ichiban, wicked one, Okinawa loud [E] I drink Genesis, and go to dinner with my
nemesis Have a couple laughs while they plot how to
finish this Interested on how to get up on the wizard
list [Ab] Senseless, you sense I'm [Em] the sensei, apprentices
I'm the sawtip in the cut, huh?
Who you trying to play but us, huh?
Like a DJ turning stuff, [E] who you trying to fool?
We all know that shit's unplugged yet
So crude,
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_ [E] so crude
Howling at the moon, Harry fucking Henderson Catch me in the mood, I ain't too cool for
wrecking shit Stone is on the loose, call that shit a hippie
flip And [Bm] we just getting going, yeah this shit's
just my [Em] starter kit I'm on a good one, real fucking good one
I'm feeling brand new, yeah I'm talking redone They're talking bout me, talking bout the
real one I'm out with Jenny tossing rocks at the building
Hollystone, all that shit So fly call me pilot, MC's getting a tourniquet
Body bag that murder fit, this evidence is evident
We stampeding elephants, we crash shot on king beds
Y'all [E] bitches soft like pillow mesh
We're so crude, _ _
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[E] we're so crude _ _ _ _
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[E] Howling at the moon, _ _ _
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[B] Harry fucking [E] Henderson Catch me in the mood, I ain't too cool
I'm hungry, think your charm can disarm an army
Said it's hard to stop me, I'm far from obvi
Us winter bus pucks fucking [Em] hockey Her pot of coffee when Abu Dhabi
And my dick went limp like some Laffy Taffy But her body stopped me and I'm tired of talking
You want an accent?
Here's a [B] mouthful of cockney Said [Em] you want a ring and you think that I'll drop me?
Just for some pussy little ruffs that I bought spring
All of the times that you tried to off me The tables are turned and now the music is
off beat You want me back so you can kiss me softly
I've had a jack off in a sock with some hot tea
I'm over it now, I like a walk of the talkie I'm leaving now bitch, you tried to [E] stop me
I'm so crude, _ _
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crude _ _ _ _ _
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_ Harry _ [B] fucking Henderson Catch me in the mood, I _ _ [E] ain't too cool _