Chords for Dirty Wormz | Two Inch Reel Killa

[Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm]
Yeah, [C] yeah, [D] 2 inch real killer, 2 inch real killer, still return to the 2 inch real killer
that will kill ya.
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[E] Yeah, [Cm] yeah, 2 [D] inch real killer, [Dm] 2 inch real killer, still [E] return to the [Gm] 2 inch real killer
that [D] will kill ya.
Still return to the 2 inch real [Eb] killer that will kill ya.
Brody [C] split, shit dome open and [D] wheels figure.
Will hit you up, record it on tape, premeditate him in a murderous step.
Hit some Kim Crystal, lick like Jay Z.
4 He's, Friday the [C] 13th, we beating for more [D] beats.
Home to killer streets, the white, the bold, the grease.
The mic stalker on [Cm] the streets, hit you with Rush.
[Dm] Third degree, burn, leaving all [E] y'all permed.
[Cm] All dirty, the blood of [D] worm.
My flows are known to [Dm] smoke fools.
Blow [E] through, cutting pace, y'all like [Gb] pro tools.
[D] You know who in this, the known, mean to [Dm] act bad.
Slay the [E] beat in the back, I murder the [Cm] track.
Record it on dash, [Dm] where my hollow tips hit.
When I spit these raps, [Am] empty out a whole clip of [Cm] that.
Make me crack, [D] crack, leave you quick slap.
[Dm] When I snap and react, [E] the dome three, the [Cm] flank throw a nut for you.
[D] They give me 50 beats, 50 bars of beating.
[E] I'ma kill about 50 [Cm] of your hardest [D] MVs.
Nigga beats hard as can be.
I leave [E] spectators, hit you with [Cm] a caper.
Other than [D] Crown, so prepared [Dm] for the invader.
That's [E] harder than Darth Vader, when I [Cm] swing a lightsaber tonight, nigga.
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_ _ [Dm] It's the 2 inch real killer.
Yeah, [E] yeah, [Eb] yeah.
It's the 2 [Dm] inch real killer.
It's [E] the return of the 2 [Eb] inch real killer that will [D] kill ya.
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[E] Yeah, yeah, [Eb] yeah.
It's the 2 [D] inch real killer.
[Dm] _
[E] It's the return of the 2 [Eb] inch real killer that will [Dm] kill ya.
I'ma be in the office. _
_ _ [Eb] If [Cm] you're on, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] I'll be on. _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] If [Cm] you're not, I'll be on.
_ _ [Dm] I think I'm fresh, no evidence.
And ever since [Eb] I returned to burn, a [C] lot of fools been [D] hesitant.
It's evident [Gm] that I spit blue through it.
To murder [D] the music, I just had to do it.
I'ma flow, I'ma [Bb] be soaky.
With flows that'll choke you and [C] leave you hanging in the bubble.
[D] From a tight beat, nigga, right beat.
I'ma fly that heat and [G] call me Rick to [Dm] the right meet.
Show you how this mic eat.
With the studio sound man on the ground, [Cm] man, body count like ice [Dm] tea.
I'm as nutty as Michael [E] Myers with no prize.
Heat tank, no [Abm] survivor, [D] live wire.
31, brown [Dm] rider, leaving them league [E] until they cease breathing.
And [Cm] rap music's the reason that I [Dm] end this wine and strict.
People [E] call him Don, hit the playback, press [A] rewind.
Keep it in my mind [D] when I'm spitting rhymes.
[Dm] All I'm thinking is murdering [E] how I'ma serve you with the [Cm] end.
It's a hersher, [D] work, release all anger.
The notorious [E] rap gang, [Cm] trackbanger, gas hanger.
[D] The real [Dm] killer, raw spitter.
[E] The natural born killer [Cm] with the hard hitter.
The [D] hard hitter, motherfucker, jack the ripper.
The [E] body snatcher, flatten [Cm] your ass and when I get at ya.
[Bm] _ _ _
Oh, shit.
[Cm] 2-inch [D] reel killer.
Dirty worm.
_ _ It's the 2-inch reel [Dm] killer.
yee-haw.
[Eb] It's [Dm] the 2-inch reel killer. _
[E] It's the turpentine [Eb] n*****, 2-inch reel killer, [D] real feel ya.
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_ [E] _ [Eb] It's the 2-inch [D] reel killer.
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It's the [E] turpentine [Cm] n*****, 4-inch reel killer, real feel ya.
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