Chords for Eminem - Wicked Ways (Music Video)

I'm getting by with [Cm] my wicked ways, I'm loading up and I'm taking names.
I [F] wanna save my [Gm] world, [Cm] I wanna save my _ world.
_ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] Guess _ [F] I got a way with words, [Cm] I could be a way with murder.
Ever heard of Asperger's?
It's a rare condition.
It's a suffering from when you simply don't care.
It's 50, [Fm] 80 degree [Cm] day and there's no freaking air conditioning.
And you can't see the bitch's hair, it's frizzing.
Cause you got the windows up glaring, the system in your Chevrolet Prism.
The devil ain't on a little same as him, just someone who revels in straight masochism.
And imagine him giving an adjective an Eric would've been so bad, they should put his Eric in prison.
[Fm] A word bully, [Cm] a verbally abused bird, but he did something to me personally.
He kicked bully, so I [Bbm] cut class in 50, now I fully rap on the 50.
Cadillac [Cm] from a kid car, my arrow from a hole in the ground, still can't tell a May part.
Came straight out the trailer park, screaming I'm proud to shop at Kmart and it became [Fm] art.
[Cm] And I'm still frat up and as pissed off as they are to this day.
I still get in fights [Bbm] with the same broad at the same Walmart.
Arguing over the same cart in the middle of the [Cm] aisle.
While in I don't give a fuck, I don't play.
You think you saw this basket first?
Yeah.
Backwards like motherfucking Bob and Silent J.
[Fm] Illegitimate, you could [Cm] think I would say.
Mine's like a pile of clay, when's the last time you saw a villain with a [Bbm] cape?
I ripped the cape in whole and it flipped out, ripped down and it straight fired him around.
My [Cm] neck went down, a fire escape for the Empire State.
Slip belt straight down to the ground, splattered all over the Empire State.
[Fm] Drake the hell got [Cm] impaled by the gate.
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray while I sashayed around flames for the match.
And I gave him a gas face.
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale of being big.
Little scabs give a pile of weight.
Thoughts are getting darker by the gate.
I'm a combination of Tyler, great [Fm] Tyler, the [C] creator, and violent Jake.
It's a fucking [Cm] miracle to be this lyrical fate.
My [Bbm] face put clown makeup and a smiley face.
I am insane, every rhyme I [C] say.
Some do like an ultraviolet ray.
I'm smelling hatred by face style.
All the shits you can eat, $11.99, suck a morning pile of [Fm] plate.
I'm slowing [Cm] down like Gordon, did you see what hell I can raise?
It was a rhyme I'm spitting while I'm smoking [Bbm] on competition.
In the meantime, it's always meantime.
I'm getting by [Cm] with my wicked ways.
I'm making names.
I [F] wanna get [Cm] my way.
I wanna get my way.
I'm getting by with my wicked ways.
I'm making names.
I [F] wanna get [Cm] my way.
I wanna get [Bbm] my way.
I've been a career asshole.
[Cm] I don't see why these people always got my back.
I done said so much fucked up shit.
I was born a mistake, but I was put here not by accident.
[F] I had a purpose, and [Cm] that purpose was to be the beat purplish.
Slaughter tracks, and I put my two dimes in a nickel and ish.
Them coming to get that quarter back.
Lincoln Dime-a-kin, the drama can build.
Your mama can ask me for my autograph.
The coop is a mill.
She's the oldest chick in the book, but I show it far.
You done [Fm] brought a bat to a [Gm] rocket launch.
In a fight, when I get on the mic, [Cm] I'm a snap.
Make it with the ambulance that [Bbm] took me to the hospital when I overdosed.
When I caught a flat, if it makes you sick,
Do your [Cm] stomach acid, indigestion.
My suggestion's Kaopectate.
If it feels like I'm running away with the game, it's cause I am.
Don't speculate, [Fm] spectate.
All I [Cm] got is shit for days and insults for decades.
But I get by with my wicked [Bbm] ways.
Lady, you can suck a dick till your neck aches.
Cry till you get Pompeii's [C] red face.
But I'm leaving on this jet plane.
You ain't fly, you're an airhead.
And I'm sick of pounding a square peg in a round hole.
Sorry, not the [F] catchphrase, but your [C] baggage
Ain't gonna fit in my storage overhead space.
Cause it just ain't big enough to [Db] fit your damaged goods.
In other words, don't try to put your heart in a head case.
[Cm] But baby, stay born mentally.
I ain't, I need my meds.
I feed my bed.
I'm going blind.
I don't see my legs.
I [Fm] keep on falling [Cm] down.
No wonder you can't stand me.
I need my gain.
Someone help me.
I think my face is [Bbm] melting.
If you felt these migraines, and see these maggots,
[C] Eat my brain.
It's G.I.A. Empty hole in my empty head.
If you read my mind, you can see my pain.
And [F] you'd see why [C] I be this way.
Ever since I was knee-high playing with G.I. toes.
Call [Bbm] these hoes, shut that P.I.E. hoes.
I'm eatin' my game.
Like [Cm] a fucking echo.
Sex psycho on a psycho site.
Viral and here I go.
I'm out of control.
[Fm] Like no other [Gm] micro-snap.
You said a night ghost.
Oh, I'm nothing but a hole inside your [Bbm] skull.
Well, you're a ghost.
Cause I'm a snark it to you.
You don't like it?
Get [Gm] on your Harley Davidson.
Minstrel cycle and ride it.
Like a motorbike, I'm finna blow the mic the whole night.
So strike up the fucking mic.
Hello, [Fm] I'm Nitro.
[Cm] Hand me my shovel.
I'm live with the dick.
My own people [Db] and it's off to H.E.
Double hockey stick psycho.
I'm getting high.
[Cm] With my wicked ways.
I'm loading up.
Wicked names.
[Fm] I wanna get [Cm] my way.
I wanna get my way. _
I'm getting by with my wicked ways. _ _
I [F] wanna get my way.
[Cm] I wanna get [Bbm] my way.
_ _ _ _ [Em] I wanna get my way.
Yup, pretty [F] much fucked. _