Chords for Eminem ft. Jack Harlow & Cordae - Killer (Remix) [Lyrics]

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B

F#

Bm

G#

F#m

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Eminem ft. Jack Harlow & Cordae - Killer (Remix) [Lyrics] chords
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I'm a boy, I'm a cold-blooded, I'm a DA got that dough, I count it by [B] ten, yeah, fifteen,
twenty, twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money, throw it in the furnace, [F#] yeah, this
shit be funny, burn it, just to burn it, swag drip, I use a rocket to fly, headphones around
my neck, tryna be like Shady, now the phone that's in my pocket [B] seem to keep vibratin',
[F#] I got all these Ronnie Bennets tryna be my baby, tryna fiancé me, I take the steering
wheel and drive them girls beyond cradle, I'm on a song with my [B] idol, I'm a cold-blooded
version of the [F#m] song title, I put these [B] diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels,
I can't put the Louis V inside the watch cycle, [F#m] I take this shit to the [E] cleaners, bout to
cop me a Beamer, I got a special [F#] demeanor, she was mad when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner,
[G#] her meaner, call the front desk and ask for a steamer, [F#] I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch
streamer, I'm eatin' pizza in Little [B] Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars, she bout to [F#] finish,
but wait a minute, it gets deeper, same kid just a bit sleeker, yeah, count it by ten,
yeah, 15, 20, 25, 30, yeah, get the [B] money, throw it in the [F#] furnace, yeah, this shit be
funny, burn it, just to burn it, listen, uh, they say my killin's horrendous, I ain't still
in the business, [B] Richard's hailing, this feeling tremendous, Ma Duke's chillin' in Venice,
compliments of an eldest descendant, get held with these rettins, this shit only propel
my ascension, I held my position, in any situation is needed, this year I'm shittin' on niggas
for the way we was treated, I see the impact of all of my creations increase, my step in
time with these pantheons, it all was divine, I'm in this moment of my life, where shit
is fallin' in line, lookin' back, I swear to God, you'd think it all was designed, a
true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch, all she got is diamonds
on her mind, on some Uzi shit, a whole generation of geniuses I'm influencing, I only hang with
real niggas who I'm congruent with, I manifest [F#] nothing less than the best outcome, just [Bm] watch
how I move with this next album, now count it by ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five,
thirty, yeah, get the money, throw it in the furnace, [F#] yeah, this shit be funny, earn it,
just to earn it, swag dripping from me, my sentences are hard, should be single bars
like a verdict, I say it [B] with conviction, but this time [Bm] you're not gonna serve it, but
as soon as I read it, [F#] you know that you're about to get [B] murdered, when I clap, no punishment,
put you in a box like a jail, if there's a rapper I have an 8, we ain't battle either
that or they won't collaborate, cause gotta pay for freestyle, we'll settle that debate,
I call it guillotine style, cause even off the head I [F#] decapitate, bitch I go harder than
[G#] Carter III, but I think you thought he just thought of me, she got a body and bottom like
cardi B, then she be stalking me like I was broccoli, I'm getting brain out like a lobotomy,
you probably [G#m] thinking you had that shit in the bag, because [Bm] you took a lot from me,
tough that alert, you better skirt, but try to get on my level first, bitch I'd have to
shovel dirt, and dig a hole to get on yours, you bum bum, look at your broke ass, cause
why you're a bum bum, cause your shit is so ass, now it's a little gun, got your spits,
it comes hot, [B] only L that I ever took was when I lost proof, only time that I ever
served is that lawsuit, when Ma sued, but bitch get out of pocket and I might have cost [F#] you,
homicides up the wazoo, ain't saying God he probably got more body yada yadas [B] than John do,
just cause swoop and I talk to him, we all cool, dreamy and the dog good dog, we got
you, got a castle with a solid gold floor, I don't even [G#] got a boat nor do I got a chauffeur,
but I like to show off, you [Bm] don't wanna fuck around, we'll start no war, 20 more years
I'll probably go for, [B] just like your lip and you got a cold sore, my shit is like motherfucking
herpes, you ain't never gonna say I don't got it no more, [F#] literally just quitting me,
you kidding me, dying laughing's the only way you're killing me, I'm getting rid of you,
clap the committee of the wittiest bitch, I stab the cotibia, you wanna get silly with the bars,
I'm frivolous but I'm as gritty and lidious, my city is seaside till I die bitch, I will rap
till the end like a chameleon, I'm like [E] either a stink with the pit and sink, either in sync
[Bm] like a faucet, how the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit, I'm a quarter of a century
deep but I can't be beat, [C#m] to the day me and the grim reap me, [D] I'm 10 toes down till [C#m] I'm 6 feet
deep, windows down on the Benz G, deep hollering at a [F#] bimbo, bim bim bim, [F#m] she says she fucks with
MTV, to the MV side be slim CV, I can see [Bm] why you couldn't be me, you get no ass like an MTC,
[C#m] so this shit comes with a warning for [G#] all you cunks [C#] and you corny little fucks,
I woke up on my fuck shit this morning, [B] count it by 10, yeah 15, 20, 25, 30,
yeah get the money, throw it in the furnace, yeah this shit be funny,
earn it, just to burn it, swag dripping from me, yeah [F#m] I'm a
[G#] cold blooded,
[D] [B]
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Let's start jamming Eminem, Jack Harlow, Cordae - (Remix) Killer chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - B, F# and B in sequence. A strategic approach would be to train at 50 BPM initially, and then accelerate to the song's tempo of 102. Align the capo with your vocal depth and chord choice, bearing in mind the song's original key: B Minor.

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm a boy, I'm a cold-blooded, _ I'm a DA got that dough, I count it by [B] ten, yeah, fifteen,
twenty, twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money, throw it in the furnace, [F#] yeah, this
shit be funny, burn it, just to burn it, swag drip, I use a rocket to fly, headphones around
my neck, tryna be like Shady, now the phone that's in my pocket [B] seem to keep vibratin',
[F#] I got all these Ronnie Bennets tryna be my baby, tryna fiancé me, I take the steering
wheel and drive them girls beyond cradle, I'm on a song with my [B] idol, I'm a cold-blooded
version of the [F#m] song title, I put these [B] diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels,
I can't put the Louis V inside the watch cycle, [F#m] I take this shit to the [E] cleaners, bout to
cop me a Beamer, I got a special [F#] demeanor, she was mad when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner,
[G#] her meaner, call the front desk and ask for a steamer, [F#] I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch
streamer, I'm eatin' pizza in Little [B] Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars, she bout to [F#] finish,
but wait a minute, it gets deeper, same kid just a bit sleeker, yeah, count it by ten,
yeah, 15, 20, 25, 30, yeah, get the [B] money, throw it in the [F#] furnace, yeah, this shit be
funny, burn it, just to burn it, listen, uh, they say my killin's horrendous, I ain't still
in the business, [B] Richard's hailing, this feeling tremendous, Ma Duke's chillin' in Venice,
compliments of an eldest descendant, get held with these rettins, this shit only propel
my ascension, I held my position, in any situation is needed, this year I'm shittin' on niggas
for the way we was treated, I see the impact of all of my creations increase, my step in
time with these pantheons, it all was divine, I'm in this moment of my life, where shit
is fallin' in line, lookin' back, I swear to God, you'd think it all was designed, a
true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch, all she got is diamonds
on her mind, on some Uzi shit, a whole generation of geniuses I'm influencing, I only hang with
real niggas who I'm congruent with, I manifest [F#] nothing less than the best outcome, just [Bm] watch
how I move with this next album, now count it by ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five,
thirty, yeah, get the money, throw it in the furnace, [F#] yeah, this shit be funny, earn it,
just to earn it, swag dripping from me, my sentences are hard, should be single bars
like a verdict, I say it [B] with conviction, but this time [Bm] you're not gonna serve it, but
as soon as I read it, [F#] you know that you're about to get [B] murdered, when I clap, no punishment,
put you in a box like a jail, if there's a rapper I have an 8, we ain't battle either
that or they won't collaborate, cause gotta pay for freestyle, we'll settle that debate,
I call it guillotine style, cause even off the head I [F#] decapitate, bitch I go harder than
[G#] Carter III, but I think you thought he just thought of me, she got a body and bottom like
cardi B, then she be stalking me like I was broccoli, I'm getting brain out like a lobotomy,
you probably [G#m] thinking you had that shit in the bag, because [Bm] you took a lot from me,
tough that alert, you better skirt, but try to get on my level first, bitch I'd have to
shovel dirt, and dig a hole to get on yours, you bum bum, look at your broke ass, cause
why you're a bum bum, cause your shit is so ass, now it's a little gun, got your spits,
it comes hot, [B] only L that I ever took was when I lost proof, only time that I ever
served is that lawsuit, when Ma sued, but bitch get out of pocket and I might have cost [F#] you,
homicides up the wazoo, ain't saying God he probably got more body yada yadas [B] than John do,
just cause swoop and I talk to him, we all cool, dreamy and the dog good dog, we got
you, got a castle with a solid gold floor, I don't even [G#] got a boat nor do I got a chauffeur,
but I like to show off, you [Bm] don't wanna fuck around, we'll start no war, 20 more years
I'll probably go for, [B] just like your lip and you got a cold sore, my shit is like motherfucking
herpes, you ain't never gonna say I don't got it no more, [F#] literally just quitting me,
you kidding me, dying laughing's the only way you're killing me, I'm getting rid of you,
clap the committee of the wittiest bitch, I stab the cotibia, you wanna get silly with the bars,
I'm frivolous but I'm as gritty and lidious, my city is seaside till I die bitch, I will rap
till the end like a chameleon, I'm like [E] either a stink with the pit and sink, either in sync
[Bm] like a faucet, how the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit, I'm a quarter of a century
deep but I can't be beat, [C#m] to the day me and the grim reap me, [D] I'm 10 toes down till [C#m] I'm 6 feet
deep, windows down on the Benz G, deep hollering at a [F#] bimbo, bim bim bim, [F#m] she says she fucks with
MTV, to the MV side be slim CV, I can see [Bm] why you couldn't be me, you get no ass like an MTC,
[C#m] so this shit comes with a warning for [G#] all you cunks [C#] and you corny little fucks,
I woke up on my fuck shit this morning, [B] count it by 10, yeah 15, 20, 25, 30,
yeah get the money, throw it in the furnace, yeah this shit be funny,
earn it, just to burn it, swag dripping from me, yeah [F#m] I'm a _ _
_ [G#] _ _ cold blooded,
[D] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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