Chords for Fu-Schnickens - True Fuschnick

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Eb

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Fu-Schnickens - True Fuschnick chords
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[Gm] I'm a true, what, I am a true true snake.
I'm a true, what, I am a true true snake.
I'm a true, what, I am a true true snake.
So she's going to the supernumerable style show.
I'm a [B] Rodney by the deep hyper.
I force my dread Sherlock Holmes.
The thicker the richer the bigger the dread, so I don't need no honey.
[Eb] Go and say any name, any name, any name, [B] I don't give a damn where they go.
I brought my coat, uh-oh, [Ebm] uh-oh.
Better get me coat tucked like Zip's above the pillow.
This is a super-dick, I got a thousand in this dick.
X-ray out of your poop, and I'm like, this be private.
If it be pip, then be bunk, be dank. Boom!
The reason why the race is when I rap,
is enough to get a negative in the game.
But now with this new style, I'm making it wild.
I'm a person, child with a righteous grip.
I choose it, better believe it's where you are.
Hold to the force, time may wait.
When we up here, I cut them, cut them, cut them.
My lyrical style's enough to floss.
But the reason I'm not slow, sun rocks, so rickety rag, I'm up.
He'll say it backwards.
I got enough bums, so I work a pool.
I like a sand, but don't call me man.
Put it by one feet, I mean none.
I'm in a, I'm in a, I'm not done.
Literally me, [B] oh me, oh my.
Hello, hello, I, I'm not.
[Ebm]
[Gm] I'm a true, what?
I am a true, true stick.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true, true stick.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true, true stick.
So stick to this, my lyrical style should make it.
It make it [B] rock and roll, rock and roll.
What's up with hip hop?
I be a brave man like Captain K, man.
I'm the bonga, yappa, yappa.
Oh snap, holy fack, oh, it's an apple.
Your capital P-O-C is on the flip tip, so hip hip.
I ready to fuck my way, but check out what I got to do.
Those dudes say it's true, I need a psychiatric.
When I was small, I had pop, who on my name plate, belt.
Then at last, [Am] the toughest, the dash, I waste [B] no more time.
Use my noodle, Yankee [Fm] Doodle.
Came up with a rhyme, [E] that was wild.
I'm wild, [B] delirious, loony.
Diamonds hitting hard, that's word to Jerry Cooney.
Knocking [A] heads off shoulders, [Db] stripping them clean.
You can even ask Diddy.
He know what I [Gm] mean, cause I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
This the bonus of my lyrical style, see the reaction.
[B] My song, what a script, this ain't no demo.
Don't even try to force a arc, fade with my mental.
Pretend I'm Apollo, time for a train, a jet.
Agenda, the ammo, also the Asian map.
In fact, I will attract the shock, a true fool snake.
Classified as a cop, to the left.
Not a gimmick, to the limit, upset Confucius.
I got a vomit from the SS food court.
Wait for a taste of the oriental true fool.
No haste as I pace, gaggle, gaggle, nano, nano.
Style that you have, becoming a fool snake too.
Psych, wait a minute, you thought that I was finished?
Beginning in a hum, ending in a beat drum.
Beat, you like it, it's coming from the tribe.
Side by side, third stage is the mark.
Unifying words until my tongue drops.
Considered as an MC klepto.
Techniques could be beat, you think so?
Hell no!
Rampage upon the scene, like a lyrical ninja master.
Crazy, zany voice, that sound, that it has.
Your inner dimension, as I mentioned.
A true fool snake, all the pictures through the
Style that I'm being, ripping, flexing, never
Asian that is eating hard, until
My cup running over, like a boulder, never told ya.
The ammo was in control of, oriental style.
Superpower, get with, being as I hold the mic with a tight grip.
Slip!
Ha ha ha!
That's what you get when you mess around with the true fool snake.
[Gm] I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
Suck it, boo, this is my lyrical style, shit, we kick.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
Suck it, boo, this is my lyrical style, shit, [B] we kick.
Yo, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, one two, one two, you know what I'm saying?
The fool snickers is in the house, yo, what you saying, man?
Sup, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, top two, peak.
[N]
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Ebm
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F
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Eb
12341116
B
12341112
Gm
123111113
Ebm
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_ _ _ [Gm] I'm a true, what, I am a true true snake.
I'm a true, what, I am a true true snake.
I'm a true, what, I am a true true snake.
So she's going to the supernumerable style show.
I'm a [B] Rodney by the deep hyper.
I force my dread Sherlock Holmes.
The thicker the richer the bigger the dread, so I don't need no honey.
[Eb] Go and say any name, any name, any name, [B] I don't give a damn where they go.
I brought my coat, uh-oh, [Ebm] uh-oh.
Better get me coat tucked like Zip's above the pillow.
This is a super-dick, I got a thousand in this dick.
X-ray out of your poop, and I'm like, this be private.
If it be pip, then be bunk, be dank. Boom!
The reason why the race is when I rap,
is enough to get a negative in the game.
But now with this new style, I'm making it wild.
I'm a person, child with a righteous grip.
I choose it, better believe it's where you are.
Hold to the force, time may wait.
When we up here, I cut them, cut them, cut them.
My lyrical style's enough to floss.
But the reason I'm not slow, sun rocks, so rickety rag, I'm up.
He'll say it backwards.
I got enough bums, so I work a pool.
I like a sand, but don't call me man.
Put it by one feet, I mean none.
I'm in a, I'm in a, I'm not done.
Literally me, [B] oh me, oh my.
Hello, hello, I, I'm not. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Gm] I'm a true, what?
I am a true, true stick.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true, true stick.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true, true stick.
So stick to this, my lyrical style should make it.
It make it [B] rock and roll, rock and roll.
What's up with hip hop?
_ I be a brave man like Captain K, man.
I'm the bonga, yappa, yappa.
Oh snap, holy fack, oh, it's an apple.
Your capital P-O-C is on the flip tip, so hip hip.
I ready to fuck my way, but check out what I got to do.
Those dudes say it's true, I need a psychiatric.
When I was small, I had pop, who on my name plate, belt.
Then at last, [Am] the toughest, the dash, I waste [B] no more time.
Use my noodle, Yankee [Fm] Doodle.
Came up with a rhyme, [E] that was wild.
I'm wild, [B] delirious, loony.
Diamonds hitting hard, that's word to Jerry Cooney.
Knocking [A] heads off shoulders, [Db] stripping them clean.
You can even ask Diddy.
He know what I [Gm] mean, cause I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
This the bonus of my lyrical style, see the reaction.
[B] My song, what a script, this ain't no demo.
Don't even try to force a arc, fade with my mental.
Pretend I'm Apollo, time for a train, a jet.
Agenda, the ammo, also the Asian map.
In fact, I will attract the shock, a true fool snake.
Classified as a cop, to the left.
Not a gimmick, to the limit, upset Confucius.
I got a vomit from the SS food court.
Wait for a taste of the oriental true fool.
No haste as I pace, gaggle, gaggle, nano, nano.
Style that you have, becoming a fool snake too.
Psych, wait a minute, you thought that I was finished?
Beginning in a hum, ending in a beat drum.
Beat, you like it, it's coming from the tribe.
Side by side, third stage is the mark.
Unifying words until my tongue drops.
Considered as an MC klepto.
Techniques could be beat, you think so?
Hell no!
Rampage upon the scene, like a lyrical ninja master.
Crazy, zany voice, that sound, that it has.
Your inner dimension, as I mentioned.
A true fool snake, all the pictures through the_
Style that I'm being, ripping, flexing, never_
Asian that is eating hard, until_
My cup running over, like a boulder, never told ya.
The ammo was in control of, oriental style.
Superpower, get with, being as I hold the mic with a tight grip.
Slip!
Ha ha ha! _
That's what you get when you mess around with the true fool snake.
[Gm] I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
Suck it, boo, this is my lyrical style, shit, we kick.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
I'm a true, what?
I am a true fool snake.
Suck it, boo, this is my lyrical style, shit, [B] we kick.
Yo, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, one two, one two, you know what I'm saying?
The fool snickers is in the house, yo, what you saying, man?
Sup, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, top two, peak. _ _
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