Chords for Eminem - Evil Twin (Audio)
Tempo:
83.05 bpm
Chords used:
A
Em
F#
B
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yeah, I'm trying to figure out the difference, but I think the lines are starting to get blurred.
I'm in a strange place, I feel like Mase, when he gave up the game for his faith.
I feel like a cage, and he's changing his strengths.
Grimming every stranger in the place, while I gaze into space.
Because I'm mentally rearranging his face.
I need to change [A] the pace, because the [F#] pace I'm working at is dangerous.
There's nowhere to dump this [Em] anger, and thanks to this angst.
I don't quit chicken heads, cold turkey, and started slowly roasting.
Because that's where most of my anger is based.
Fuck your feelings, feel like I play for the saints.
I just want to hurt you, I ain't for the skanks.
Them ain't for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's, and the Drake's.
I'm frustrated, because ain't no more in sync.
[A] Now I'm all [F#] out of whack, I'm all out of backstreet boys to call out [Em] and attack.
I'm going all out in this rap shit, and whatever the fallout is, I'm scrapped.
I'm a rapper, battle sucker, duck, crawl out the back, it's a bar fight.
Prepare your arsenal, and beware of arseholes.
Grind through the air and bottle, breaking barrels also.
A nine stop into the square jaws hole.
You done called every woman a slut, but you're forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Oh, [F#] my bad slut, [Em] and next time I show up in court, I'll be naked, and just wear a lawsuit.
Judge [A] me like, that's [Em] sharp, how much that motherfucker cost?
Smart ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you.
Jump your pounce you sexy motherfucker, you're so fucking brave.
I'm not going to be Marshall, I just thought calling you Anju.
Because all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo.
Evil twin, take this beat now.
I believe evil can change, [A] but [F#] only for the worst.
I could have changed the world, if it wasn't [Em] for this verse.
So satanic, came on [A] chains, panic, [Em] because they can't even spin back their curse words.
Because they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker.
Break your bones, and kill your parents.
These kids are like parrots, they run around the house just like terrorists.
Screaming fuck, shit, fuck.
Adult with a child, it's like arrogance.
Wow, ever since the day [A] I came out, [F#] I was like Merrits.
Fuck [Em] that, I'd rather be loud, and I like swearing.
From the first album, even [A] the gals were [Em] like, tykes, they're extreme-y eyes.
But my fucking mouth was nightmarish.
And from the start of it, you felt like you were part of this, and opposition felt the opposite.
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often, as I ten and skim through all them bitches.
Make sure I keep up with my competition. Ha, ha.
[A] Hogger of [Em] beats, hoarder of rhymes, borderline genius who's bored of his lines.
And that's all that defines [A] where I'm [Em] at.
And the way I feel now, feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies.
The darkness comes again, evil twin.
It comes again, evil twin.
It comes again, evil twin.
I step out from [E] my evil twin, because my evil crime [Em] hurts.
But [A] it's just a [Em] grave move.
I'm stuck now and again, evil twin.
So [A] wait, me, [Em] explain to me, what the fuck are you doing?
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend.
You have slept for quite some time.
So who's left?
Lady Gaga, Mess With The Bieber?
Nah, Hetero, Christina.
I ain't fucking with either, Jessica neither.
Since another album, my album's Jessica, then strep with the fever.
Get the chloreceptor, excetrin, delete.
Or, extra strength, [A] Tylenol, [F#] threes.
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezing.
[A] Bedridden and [Em] destined never to leave.
The bedroom [A] ever again, [Em] like the legend of Heter.
Legend, but suicide notes barely legible either.
Bottom is [B] signed by the [Em] Joker.
Lorena said I never can leave her.
She said for my wiener, I ever deceive her.
Fuck that shit, bitch.
Give up my dick for pussy.
I'll be Terry Mavis, high-adolescent to fever.
Get them [A] titties cut off, [F#] tryna mess with a cleaver.
Golly, [A] wally, I bit [Em] heat.
Prayers to Jesus.
Ever since one [A] nine nine four [Em] six,
Dresden, it was definitely my destiny.
Went on the steps, I met D-Sean at Osborne.
I'd never make it to sophomore.
I just wanted to skip school and rap.
Used to mop floors, flip burgers and wash dishes.
While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props formed.
Cause I took book smarts and swat forms.
They were sleeping, I made them stop snoring.
Made them drink out the popcorn.
Now I've [A] been hip-hop in [Em] this tip-top form.
MWA was blaring through my car windows.
Leaning on the horn, screaming,
Fuck the police like popcorn.
Flipped rap [B] on a skid, [Em] like I dropped corn.
Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four.
And that includes Biggie and Pac-Hor.
And I got an evil twin.
So who the fuck you think that third in that four spots for?
And crazy [A] as I am, [F#] I'm much tamer than him.
And I'm nuts.
[Am] Then again, who the fuck [Em] wants to play him and them?
But no one's [A] insaneer than Slim.
[Em] Look at that evil brain.
Please come in.
What was your name again?
Hi, faggot.
Look who's back with a grab up his ass.
Like a lobster crawled up there.
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair.
And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs.
Guess that's why I'm an addict.
And it's so small up there.
Peace to [A] Whitney.
Jeez, [F#] just hit me.
Bet I should call the [A] loony police [Em] to come get me.
Cause I'm so sick of [A] being the truth.
[Em] I wish someone'd finally admit me.
To a mental hospital with Britney.
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho.
Zayn Pais couldn't beat this rap.
Okay, no.
Hooray, I'm off the hook.
Like Casey, Anthony, hey ho.
Hey ho!
I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking [A] chorus to hip [F#] hop.
Hooray, no, I'm hollering.
[A] You got bottom [Em] end like an 8-0.
Eight and a- [A] Face!
[Em] Motherfucking off that instead of your face, ho.
Let your low end race, yo!
Tank, ho, what you think, ho?
Slow dance and a bowling.
You trying to hold hands with your homie?
What?
You think I'm looking for romance cause I'm only chained that to.
You ain't got a remote chance to control me, ho.
I'm only [A] vulnerable [F#] when I got a boner.
[Em] Superman, try to fuck me over, it won't hurt.
Don't try to [A] fix me, I'm broke.
[Em] So I don't work.
So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work.
But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride.
Still shady inside, hair every bit as dyed as it used to be.
When I first introduced y'all to my [A] skittish side.
I blamed it on him when they tried to
I'm in a strange place, I feel like Mase, when he gave up the game for his faith.
I feel like a cage, and he's changing his strengths.
Grimming every stranger in the place, while I gaze into space.
Because I'm mentally rearranging his face.
I need to change [A] the pace, because the [F#] pace I'm working at is dangerous.
There's nowhere to dump this [Em] anger, and thanks to this angst.
I don't quit chicken heads, cold turkey, and started slowly roasting.
Because that's where most of my anger is based.
Fuck your feelings, feel like I play for the saints.
I just want to hurt you, I ain't for the skanks.
Them ain't for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's, and the Drake's.
I'm frustrated, because ain't no more in sync.
[A] Now I'm all [F#] out of whack, I'm all out of backstreet boys to call out [Em] and attack.
I'm going all out in this rap shit, and whatever the fallout is, I'm scrapped.
I'm a rapper, battle sucker, duck, crawl out the back, it's a bar fight.
Prepare your arsenal, and beware of arseholes.
Grind through the air and bottle, breaking barrels also.
A nine stop into the square jaws hole.
You done called every woman a slut, but you're forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Oh, [F#] my bad slut, [Em] and next time I show up in court, I'll be naked, and just wear a lawsuit.
Judge [A] me like, that's [Em] sharp, how much that motherfucker cost?
Smart ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you.
Jump your pounce you sexy motherfucker, you're so fucking brave.
I'm not going to be Marshall, I just thought calling you Anju.
Because all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo.
Evil twin, take this beat now.
I believe evil can change, [A] but [F#] only for the worst.
I could have changed the world, if it wasn't [Em] for this verse.
So satanic, came on [A] chains, panic, [Em] because they can't even spin back their curse words.
Because they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker.
Break your bones, and kill your parents.
These kids are like parrots, they run around the house just like terrorists.
Screaming fuck, shit, fuck.
Adult with a child, it's like arrogance.
Wow, ever since the day [A] I came out, [F#] I was like Merrits.
Fuck [Em] that, I'd rather be loud, and I like swearing.
From the first album, even [A] the gals were [Em] like, tykes, they're extreme-y eyes.
But my fucking mouth was nightmarish.
And from the start of it, you felt like you were part of this, and opposition felt the opposite.
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often, as I ten and skim through all them bitches.
Make sure I keep up with my competition. Ha, ha.
[A] Hogger of [Em] beats, hoarder of rhymes, borderline genius who's bored of his lines.
And that's all that defines [A] where I'm [Em] at.
And the way I feel now, feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies.
The darkness comes again, evil twin.
It comes again, evil twin.
It comes again, evil twin.
I step out from [E] my evil twin, because my evil crime [Em] hurts.
But [A] it's just a [Em] grave move.
I'm stuck now and again, evil twin.
So [A] wait, me, [Em] explain to me, what the fuck are you doing?
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend.
You have slept for quite some time.
So who's left?
Lady Gaga, Mess With The Bieber?
Nah, Hetero, Christina.
I ain't fucking with either, Jessica neither.
Since another album, my album's Jessica, then strep with the fever.
Get the chloreceptor, excetrin, delete.
Or, extra strength, [A] Tylenol, [F#] threes.
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezing.
[A] Bedridden and [Em] destined never to leave.
The bedroom [A] ever again, [Em] like the legend of Heter.
Legend, but suicide notes barely legible either.
Bottom is [B] signed by the [Em] Joker.
Lorena said I never can leave her.
She said for my wiener, I ever deceive her.
Fuck that shit, bitch.
Give up my dick for pussy.
I'll be Terry Mavis, high-adolescent to fever.
Get them [A] titties cut off, [F#] tryna mess with a cleaver.
Golly, [A] wally, I bit [Em] heat.
Prayers to Jesus.
Ever since one [A] nine nine four [Em] six,
Dresden, it was definitely my destiny.
Went on the steps, I met D-Sean at Osborne.
I'd never make it to sophomore.
I just wanted to skip school and rap.
Used to mop floors, flip burgers and wash dishes.
While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props formed.
Cause I took book smarts and swat forms.
They were sleeping, I made them stop snoring.
Made them drink out the popcorn.
Now I've [A] been hip-hop in [Em] this tip-top form.
MWA was blaring through my car windows.
Leaning on the horn, screaming,
Fuck the police like popcorn.
Flipped rap [B] on a skid, [Em] like I dropped corn.
Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four.
And that includes Biggie and Pac-Hor.
And I got an evil twin.
So who the fuck you think that third in that four spots for?
And crazy [A] as I am, [F#] I'm much tamer than him.
And I'm nuts.
[Am] Then again, who the fuck [Em] wants to play him and them?
But no one's [A] insaneer than Slim.
[Em] Look at that evil brain.
Please come in.
What was your name again?
Hi, faggot.
Look who's back with a grab up his ass.
Like a lobster crawled up there.
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair.
And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs.
Guess that's why I'm an addict.
And it's so small up there.
Peace to [A] Whitney.
Jeez, [F#] just hit me.
Bet I should call the [A] loony police [Em] to come get me.
Cause I'm so sick of [A] being the truth.
[Em] I wish someone'd finally admit me.
To a mental hospital with Britney.
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho.
Zayn Pais couldn't beat this rap.
Okay, no.
Hooray, I'm off the hook.
Like Casey, Anthony, hey ho.
Hey ho!
I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking [A] chorus to hip [F#] hop.
Hooray, no, I'm hollering.
[A] You got bottom [Em] end like an 8-0.
Eight and a- [A] Face!
[Em] Motherfucking off that instead of your face, ho.
Let your low end race, yo!
Tank, ho, what you think, ho?
Slow dance and a bowling.
You trying to hold hands with your homie?
What?
You think I'm looking for romance cause I'm only chained that to.
You ain't got a remote chance to control me, ho.
I'm only [A] vulnerable [F#] when I got a boner.
[Em] Superman, try to fuck me over, it won't hurt.
Don't try to [A] fix me, I'm broke.
[Em] So I don't work.
So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work.
But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride.
Still shady inside, hair every bit as dyed as it used to be.
When I first introduced y'all to my [A] skittish side.
I blamed it on him when they tried to
Key:
A
Em
F#
B
E
A
Em
F#
Yeah, _ I'm trying to figure out the difference, _ but I think the lines are starting to get blurred.
I'm in a strange place, I feel like Mase, when he gave up the game for his faith.
I feel like a cage, and he's changing his strengths.
Grimming every stranger in the place, while I gaze into space.
Because I'm mentally rearranging his face.
I need to change [A] the pace, because the [F#] pace I'm working at is dangerous.
There's nowhere to dump this [Em] anger, and thanks to this angst.
I don't quit chicken heads, cold turkey, and started slowly roasting.
Because that's where most of my anger is based.
Fuck your feelings, feel like I play for the saints.
I just want to hurt you, I ain't for the skanks.
Them ain't for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's, and the Drake's.
I'm frustrated, because ain't no more in sync.
[A] Now I'm all [F#] out of whack, I'm all out of backstreet boys to call out [Em] and attack.
I'm going all out in this rap shit, and whatever the fallout is, I'm scrapped.
I'm a rapper, battle sucker, duck, crawl out the back, it's a bar fight.
Prepare your arsenal, and beware of arseholes.
Grind through the air and bottle, breaking barrels also.
A nine stop into the square jaws hole.
You done called every woman a slut, but you're forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Oh, [F#] my bad slut, [Em] and next time I show up in court, I'll be naked, and just wear a lawsuit.
Judge [A] me like, that's [Em] sharp, how much that motherfucker cost?
Smart ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you.
Jump your pounce you sexy motherfucker, you're so fucking brave.
I'm not going to be Marshall, I just thought calling you Anju.
Because all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo.
Evil twin, take this beat now.
I believe evil can change, [A] but [F#] only for the worst.
I could have changed the world, if it wasn't [Em] for this verse.
So satanic, came on [A] chains, panic, [Em] because they can't even spin back their curse words.
Because they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker.
Break your bones, and kill your parents.
These kids are like parrots, they run around the house just like terrorists.
Screaming fuck, shit, fuck.
Adult with a child, it's like arrogance.
Wow, ever since the day [A] I came out, [F#] I was like Merrits.
Fuck [Em] that, I'd rather be loud, and I like swearing.
From the first album, even [A] the gals were [Em] like, tykes, they're extreme-y eyes.
But my fucking mouth was nightmarish.
And from the start of it, you felt like you were part of this, and opposition felt the opposite.
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often, as I ten and skim through all them bitches.
Make sure I keep up with my competition. Ha, ha.
[A] Hogger of [Em] beats, hoarder of rhymes, borderline genius who's bored of his lines.
And that's all that defines [A] where I'm [Em] at.
And the way I feel now, feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies.
The darkness comes again, evil twin.
It comes again, evil twin.
It comes again, evil twin.
I step out from [E] my evil twin, because my evil crime [Em] hurts.
But [A] it's just a [Em] grave move.
I'm stuck now and again, evil twin.
So [A] wait, me, [Em] explain to me, what the fuck are you doing? _
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend.
You have slept for quite some time.
So who's left?
Lady Gaga, Mess With The Bieber?
Nah, Hetero, Christina.
I ain't fucking with either, Jessica neither.
Since another album, my album's Jessica, then strep with the fever.
Get the chloreceptor, excetrin, delete.
Or, extra strength, [A] Tylenol, [F#] threes.
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezing.
[A] Bedridden and [Em] destined never to leave.
The bedroom [A] ever again, [Em] like the legend of Heter.
Legend, but suicide notes barely legible either.
Bottom is [B] signed by the [Em] Joker.
Lorena said I never can leave her.
She said for my wiener, I ever deceive her.
Fuck that shit, bitch.
Give up my dick for pussy.
I'll be Terry Mavis, high-adolescent to fever.
Get them [A] titties cut off, [F#] tryna mess with a cleaver.
Golly, [A] wally, I bit [Em] heat.
Prayers to Jesus.
Ever since one [A] nine nine four [Em] six,
Dresden, it was definitely my destiny.
Went on the steps, I met D-Sean at Osborne.
I'd never make it to sophomore.
I just wanted to skip school and rap.
Used to mop floors, flip burgers and wash dishes.
While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props formed.
Cause I took book smarts and swat forms.
They were sleeping, I made them stop snoring.
Made them drink out the popcorn.
Now I've [A] been hip-hop in [Em] this tip-top form.
MWA was blaring through my car windows.
Leaning on the horn, screaming,
Fuck the police like popcorn.
Flipped rap [B] on a skid, [Em] like I dropped corn.
Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four.
And that includes Biggie and Pac-Hor.
And I got an evil twin.
So who the fuck you think that third in that four spots for?
And crazy [A] as I am, [F#] I'm much tamer than him.
And I'm nuts.
[Am] Then again, who the fuck [Em] wants to play him and them?
But no one's [A] insaneer than Slim.
[Em] Look at that evil brain.
Please come in.
What was your name again?
Hi, faggot.
Look who's back with a grab up his ass.
Like a lobster crawled up there.
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair.
And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs.
Guess that's why I'm an addict.
And it's so small up there.
Peace to [A] Whitney.
Jeez, [F#] just hit me.
Bet I should call the [A] loony police [Em] to come get me.
Cause I'm so sick of [A] being the truth.
[Em] I wish someone'd finally admit me.
To a mental hospital with Britney.
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho.
Zayn Pais couldn't beat this rap.
Okay, no.
Hooray, I'm off the hook.
Like Casey, Anthony, hey ho.
Hey ho!
I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking [A] chorus to hip [F#] hop.
Hooray, no, I'm hollering.
[A] You got bottom [Em] end like an 8-0.
Eight and a- [A] Face!
[Em] Motherfucking off that instead of your face, ho.
Let your low end race, yo!
Tank, ho, what you think, ho?
Slow dance and a bowling.
You trying to hold hands with your homie?
What?
You think I'm looking for romance cause I'm only chained that to.
You ain't got a remote chance to control me, ho.
I'm only [A] vulnerable [F#] when I got a boner.
[Em] Superman, try to fuck me over, it won't hurt.
Don't try to [A] fix me, I'm broke.
[Em] So I don't work.
So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work.
But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride.
Still shady inside, hair every bit as dyed as it used to be.
When I first introduced y'all to my [A] skittish side.
I blamed it on him when they tried to
I'm in a strange place, I feel like Mase, when he gave up the game for his faith.
I feel like a cage, and he's changing his strengths.
Grimming every stranger in the place, while I gaze into space.
Because I'm mentally rearranging his face.
I need to change [A] the pace, because the [F#] pace I'm working at is dangerous.
There's nowhere to dump this [Em] anger, and thanks to this angst.
I don't quit chicken heads, cold turkey, and started slowly roasting.
Because that's where most of my anger is based.
Fuck your feelings, feel like I play for the saints.
I just want to hurt you, I ain't for the skanks.
Them ain't for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's, and the Drake's.
I'm frustrated, because ain't no more in sync.
[A] Now I'm all [F#] out of whack, I'm all out of backstreet boys to call out [Em] and attack.
I'm going all out in this rap shit, and whatever the fallout is, I'm scrapped.
I'm a rapper, battle sucker, duck, crawl out the back, it's a bar fight.
Prepare your arsenal, and beware of arseholes.
Grind through the air and bottle, breaking barrels also.
A nine stop into the square jaws hole.
You done called every woman a slut, but you're forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Oh, [F#] my bad slut, [Em] and next time I show up in court, I'll be naked, and just wear a lawsuit.
Judge [A] me like, that's [Em] sharp, how much that motherfucker cost?
Smart ass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you.
Jump your pounce you sexy motherfucker, you're so fucking brave.
I'm not going to be Marshall, I just thought calling you Anju.
Because all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo.
Evil twin, take this beat now.
I believe evil can change, [A] but [F#] only for the worst.
I could have changed the world, if it wasn't [Em] for this verse.
So satanic, came on [A] chains, panic, [Em] because they can't even spin back their curse words.
Because they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker.
Break your bones, and kill your parents.
These kids are like parrots, they run around the house just like terrorists.
Screaming fuck, shit, fuck.
Adult with a child, it's like arrogance.
Wow, ever since the day [A] I came out, [F#] I was like Merrits.
Fuck [Em] that, I'd rather be loud, and I like swearing.
From the first album, even [A] the gals were [Em] like, tykes, they're extreme-y eyes.
But my fucking mouth was nightmarish.
And from the start of it, you felt like you were part of this, and opposition felt the opposite.
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often, as I ten and skim through all them bitches.
Make sure I keep up with my competition. Ha, ha.
[A] Hogger of [Em] beats, hoarder of rhymes, borderline genius who's bored of his lines.
And that's all that defines [A] where I'm [Em] at.
And the way I feel now, feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies.
The darkness comes again, evil twin.
It comes again, evil twin.
It comes again, evil twin.
I step out from [E] my evil twin, because my evil crime [Em] hurts.
But [A] it's just a [Em] grave move.
I'm stuck now and again, evil twin.
So [A] wait, me, [Em] explain to me, what the fuck are you doing? _
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend.
You have slept for quite some time.
So who's left?
Lady Gaga, Mess With The Bieber?
Nah, Hetero, Christina.
I ain't fucking with either, Jessica neither.
Since another album, my album's Jessica, then strep with the fever.
Get the chloreceptor, excetrin, delete.
Or, extra strength, [A] Tylenol, [F#] threes.
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezing.
[A] Bedridden and [Em] destined never to leave.
The bedroom [A] ever again, [Em] like the legend of Heter.
Legend, but suicide notes barely legible either.
Bottom is [B] signed by the [Em] Joker.
Lorena said I never can leave her.
She said for my wiener, I ever deceive her.
Fuck that shit, bitch.
Give up my dick for pussy.
I'll be Terry Mavis, high-adolescent to fever.
Get them [A] titties cut off, [F#] tryna mess with a cleaver.
Golly, [A] wally, I bit [Em] heat.
Prayers to Jesus.
Ever since one [A] nine nine four [Em] six,
Dresden, it was definitely my destiny.
Went on the steps, I met D-Sean at Osborne.
I'd never make it to sophomore.
I just wanted to skip school and rap.
Used to mop floors, flip burgers and wash dishes.
While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props formed.
Cause I took book smarts and swat forms.
They were sleeping, I made them stop snoring.
Made them drink out the popcorn.
Now I've [A] been hip-hop in [Em] this tip-top form.
MWA was blaring through my car windows.
Leaning on the horn, screaming,
Fuck the police like popcorn.
Flipped rap [B] on a skid, [Em] like I dropped corn.
Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four.
And that includes Biggie and Pac-Hor.
And I got an evil twin.
So who the fuck you think that third in that four spots for?
And crazy [A] as I am, [F#] I'm much tamer than him.
And I'm nuts.
[Am] Then again, who the fuck [Em] wants to play him and them?
But no one's [A] insaneer than Slim.
[Em] Look at that evil brain.
Please come in.
What was your name again?
Hi, faggot.
Look who's back with a grab up his ass.
Like a lobster crawled up there.
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair.
And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs.
Guess that's why I'm an addict.
And it's so small up there.
Peace to [A] Whitney.
Jeez, [F#] just hit me.
Bet I should call the [A] loony police [Em] to come get me.
Cause I'm so sick of [A] being the truth.
[Em] I wish someone'd finally admit me.
To a mental hospital with Britney.
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho.
Zayn Pais couldn't beat this rap.
Okay, no.
Hooray, I'm off the hook.
Like Casey, Anthony, hey ho.
Hey ho!
I sound like I'm trying to sing the fucking [A] chorus to hip [F#] hop.
Hooray, no, I'm hollering.
[A] You got bottom [Em] end like an 8-0.
Eight and a- [A] Face!
[Em] Motherfucking off that instead of your face, ho.
Let your low end race, yo!
Tank, ho, what you think, ho?
Slow dance and a bowling.
You trying to hold hands with your homie?
What?
You think I'm looking for romance cause I'm only chained that to.
You ain't got a remote chance to control me, ho.
I'm only [A] vulnerable [F#] when I got a boner.
[Em] Superman, try to fuck me over, it won't hurt.
Don't try to [A] fix me, I'm broke.
[Em] So I don't work.
So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work.
But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride.
Still shady inside, hair every bit as dyed as it used to be.
When I first introduced y'all to my [A] skittish side.
I blamed it on him when they tried to