Chords for Drop The Bomb On 'Em

_ _ _ Yeah, boy, _ _ the metal ring the alarm boy.
You know what's coming boy
_ _ What what what?
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_ _ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh my god fucking bumbo cloud.
I'm artist canard the little boy
Oh, shut up on the wire.
Hi a whore before boy and nothing but a poor boy
I'm the real deal and Sean Poyle on the bar fire and bar for y'all bitch.
I'm like chef boy
Dean is bitch in the bomb to my mom's lawyer.
I'm a problem for you boy
You think it's I'm sorry till I pull you out the fucking storybook this off on you fucking fictional characters and fairy tales
But praise out the Captain America on Ferris wheel, but it ain't fixing this back boy
Beware, it's real the lyrics you will be concealed to a hill shield Mr.
Fly by the seat of his pants Paris out for hit the trampoline bouncing grab a pair of silk and I ain't wearing zilch zip
Zero nothing.
No, nothing _ _
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You little boys can't even feel boys parties over kids killing noise to come to kill joy
Me and Dre the steel alloys the rap crown royals with Scout Cowboys now how that sound for you?
Boy, you know without the put it down for you
So kick your shoes off and the boy you have a sound boy and say in our receive fuckers tomorrow
Get some R&R and marinate and some marinara and have a coke and a smile
They'll make me [B] open the jaw with ass [Am] on you.
That's the last straw you [Dm] open the draw.
Yeah, you [Am] push it in most boy
I'm just open and all boy.
I'm that boy boy and boys them dog to pop
I just show up go to the stage and blow up the spot.
They know boy can do what I do [F] boy
I'm a star boy.
I [Am] told you boy.
I'm a soldier boy.
I'm just Sean holding in this bitch
I'm the proof lawyer a fraud.
I just saw you boys walk around and blow you decide
Oh my god, boy, you didn't gotta [F] know you did not I got a [Am] whole story board for you boy
You're the plot you getting got whether you try to avoid it or not
Apology not accepted boy Detroit is a rock we get the beef and ain't no telling that what [F] point it'll stop
All I [Am] got to do is point to the spot when the bomb drops boy does it drop? _ _
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_ Michael speaks with the bell string of Elboy name [F] rings bells for itself
I'm sick [Am] as hell boy
You better run and tell someone else bringing hell boy singing telegrams to get [F] down and to that boy
I'm [A] excited in [B] meds who said he was better
I bet [Am] he never seen Freddie in a [D] black and red little sweater [Am] back better than ever the cheddar shredded the greater the beef grinder
I'll set up in death is a little late
Given a dozen can be the stink you made a mistake by saying shady was go sign even closer to get you got one point in
The grave to stay couldn't behave.
I'm about to turn this fucking place to be written today
So hey, wouldn't you say I'm the shit couldn't agree with you more?
If you would have stayed in my fucking shit doesn't stay shady fucking aftermath boy the ship doesn't sink
It just floats in the fucking water to we fill up the tank _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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