Chords for Jake Hill & Josh A - Back From The Dead
Tempo:
87.6 bpm
Chords used:
A
C#
Gm
C#m
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
such sights [C#] to show you
I'm the Greek God, man, I'm sure I'm the [A]
fucker
Ay, ay, [Gm] I just [C#] got a new plan
Make that bitch slash ya
Crawlin' outta two grams, tell him get back [A] ya
Killin' everyone, it's time to harvest some hay
So all you bitches better [Fm] run, cause now we [Gm] back from the dead
I [C#] think I need a body bag
I'm full of death on my mind
The moon is risin', perfect timing
Better pray for your life
[A] I painted pictures like Picasso
With the blood on my foes
The canvas strippin', I'm [D#m] slippin' down from the gallows, you go
I [C#] think it's finally time to raise the devil
Triple [C] six on my [C#] jacket
When my brother, he just pulled up and then he started [A] slackin'
I bring the gun, love eclipse, now it's full automatic
The double K, finally back with some [D] murderous habits
Bitch, I'm a [G] death dealer
Look at my palms, that's a pentagram
Like cold heaters, all this evil gotta see [A] the man
All these pussies scared, yeah, they say we're too dark
They try to paint us as a villain
Guess it's time [N] to play the part, bitch
Okay, wait a minute
We back like we never left
I'm still the [C#m] same, never changed
Still a hole in my chest
[A] I went to hell to meet the devil
Had some debt to collect
I took the blade and gripped the heel
And drove it straight [C#] through his neck
Back from the dead, bitch, we comin' with the [Bm] fire
Takin' souls, attain [C#] a world of cold, that's my [A] desire
Rollin' with an army, only two inside the unit
I've been sharpenin' the iron
Let me show you how I use [C#m] it
I'm so awful, I know it
I just keep laughin' as I'm slashin'
I can't stop it, it's over
The body's stackin', [A] overflowin', oh God
What have I done?
I just said with the grave
We're takin' over like we came through
Let's go do it again
[C#] Bitch, I'm Michael Myers in the graveyard
Couple bodies in the back, death money
Murder killin' what I'm sendin' [A] on the track
It's that time of the year when every soul turns black
When we pull up in that hearse, [C#] you ain't never comin' back
I just got a new plan, make the bitch slash ya
Crawlin' out of two graves, tell him get [A] back ya
Killin' everyone, it's time to harvest some hay
So all you bitches better run, cause [Gm] now we back from the dead
I think I [C#] need a body bag
I pull up, death on my mind
The moon is risin', perfect timing, better pray for [D#] your life
I painted pictures [A] like Picasso with the blood on my foes
The canvas drippin', [D#] I'm slippin' down through the gallows, you go
[C#] [A]
such sights [C#] to show you
I'm the Greek God, man, I'm sure I'm the [A]
fucker
Ay, ay, [Gm] I just [C#] got a new plan
Make that bitch slash ya
Crawlin' outta two grams, tell him get back [A] ya
Killin' everyone, it's time to harvest some hay
So all you bitches better [Fm] run, cause now we [Gm] back from the dead
I [C#] think I need a body bag
I'm full of death on my mind
The moon is risin', perfect timing
Better pray for your life
[A] I painted pictures like Picasso
With the blood on my foes
The canvas strippin', I'm [D#m] slippin' down from the gallows, you go
I [C#] think it's finally time to raise the devil
Triple [C] six on my [C#] jacket
When my brother, he just pulled up and then he started [A] slackin'
I bring the gun, love eclipse, now it's full automatic
The double K, finally back with some [D] murderous habits
Bitch, I'm a [G] death dealer
Look at my palms, that's a pentagram
Like cold heaters, all this evil gotta see [A] the man
All these pussies scared, yeah, they say we're too dark
They try to paint us as a villain
Guess it's time [N] to play the part, bitch
Okay, wait a minute
We back like we never left
I'm still the [C#m] same, never changed
Still a hole in my chest
[A] I went to hell to meet the devil
Had some debt to collect
I took the blade and gripped the heel
And drove it straight [C#] through his neck
Back from the dead, bitch, we comin' with the [Bm] fire
Takin' souls, attain [C#] a world of cold, that's my [A] desire
Rollin' with an army, only two inside the unit
I've been sharpenin' the iron
Let me show you how I use [C#m] it
I'm so awful, I know it
I just keep laughin' as I'm slashin'
I can't stop it, it's over
The body's stackin', [A] overflowin', oh God
What have I done?
I just said with the grave
We're takin' over like we came through
Let's go do it again
[C#] Bitch, I'm Michael Myers in the graveyard
Couple bodies in the back, death money
Murder killin' what I'm sendin' [A] on the track
It's that time of the year when every soul turns black
When we pull up in that hearse, [C#] you ain't never comin' back
I just got a new plan, make the bitch slash ya
Crawlin' out of two graves, tell him get [A] back ya
Killin' everyone, it's time to harvest some hay
So all you bitches better run, cause [Gm] now we back from the dead
I think I [C#] need a body bag
I pull up, death on my mind
The moon is risin', perfect timing, better pray for [D#] your life
I painted pictures [A] like Picasso with the blood on my foes
The canvas drippin', [D#] I'm slippin' down through the gallows, you go
[C#] [A]
Key:
A
C#
Gm
C#m
D#
A
C#
Gm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ such sights [C#] to show you
I'm the Greek God, man, I'm sure I'm the _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ fucker
Ay, ay, [Gm] I just [C#] got a new plan
Make that bitch slash ya
Crawlin' outta two grams, tell him get back [A] ya
Killin' everyone, it's time to harvest some hay
So all you bitches better [Fm] run, cause now we [Gm] back from the dead
I [C#] think I need a body bag
I'm full of death on my mind
The moon is risin', perfect timing
Better pray for your life
[A] I painted pictures like Picasso
With the blood on my foes
The canvas strippin', I'm [D#m] slippin' down from the gallows, you go
I [C#] think it's finally time to raise the devil
Triple [C] six on my [C#] jacket
When my brother, he just pulled up and then he started [A] slackin'
I bring the gun, love eclipse, now it's full automatic
The double K, finally back with some [D] murderous habits
Bitch, I'm a [G] death dealer
Look at my palms, that's a pentagram
Like cold heaters, all this evil gotta see [A] the man
All these pussies scared, yeah, they say we're too dark
They try to paint us as a villain
Guess it's time [N] to play the part, bitch
Okay, wait a minute
We back like we never left
I'm still the [C#m] same, never changed
Still a hole in my chest
[A] I went to hell to meet the devil
Had some debt to collect
I took the blade and gripped the heel
And drove it straight [C#] through his neck
Back from the dead, bitch, we comin' with the [Bm] fire
Takin' souls, attain [C#] a world of cold, that's my [A] desire
Rollin' with an army, only two inside the unit
I've been sharpenin' the iron
Let me show you how I use [C#m] it
I'm so awful, I know it
I just keep laughin' as I'm slashin'
I can't stop it, it's over
The body's stackin', [A] overflowin', oh God
What have I done?
I just said with the grave
We're takin' over like we came through
Let's go do it again
[C#] Bitch, I'm Michael Myers in the graveyard
Couple bodies in the back, death money
Murder killin' what I'm sendin' [A] on the track
It's that time of the year when every soul turns black
When we pull up in that hearse, [C#] you ain't never comin' back
I just got a new plan, make the bitch slash ya
Crawlin' out of two graves, tell him get [A] back ya
Killin' everyone, it's time to harvest some hay
So all you bitches better run, cause [Gm] now we back from the dead
I think I [C#] need a body bag
I pull up, death on my mind
The moon is risin', perfect timing, better pray for [D#] your life
I painted pictures [A] like Picasso with the blood on my foes
The canvas drippin', [D#] I'm slippin' down through the gallows, you go
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ such sights [C#] to show you
I'm the Greek God, man, I'm sure I'm the _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ fucker
Ay, ay, [Gm] I just [C#] got a new plan
Make that bitch slash ya
Crawlin' outta two grams, tell him get back [A] ya
Killin' everyone, it's time to harvest some hay
So all you bitches better [Fm] run, cause now we [Gm] back from the dead
I [C#] think I need a body bag
I'm full of death on my mind
The moon is risin', perfect timing
Better pray for your life
[A] I painted pictures like Picasso
With the blood on my foes
The canvas strippin', I'm [D#m] slippin' down from the gallows, you go
I [C#] think it's finally time to raise the devil
Triple [C] six on my [C#] jacket
When my brother, he just pulled up and then he started [A] slackin'
I bring the gun, love eclipse, now it's full automatic
The double K, finally back with some [D] murderous habits
Bitch, I'm a [G] death dealer
Look at my palms, that's a pentagram
Like cold heaters, all this evil gotta see [A] the man
All these pussies scared, yeah, they say we're too dark
They try to paint us as a villain
Guess it's time [N] to play the part, bitch
Okay, wait a minute
We back like we never left
I'm still the [C#m] same, never changed
Still a hole in my chest
[A] I went to hell to meet the devil
Had some debt to collect
I took the blade and gripped the heel
And drove it straight [C#] through his neck
Back from the dead, bitch, we comin' with the [Bm] fire
Takin' souls, attain [C#] a world of cold, that's my [A] desire
Rollin' with an army, only two inside the unit
I've been sharpenin' the iron
Let me show you how I use [C#m] it
I'm so awful, I know it
I just keep laughin' as I'm slashin'
I can't stop it, it's over
The body's stackin', [A] overflowin', oh God
What have I done?
I just said with the grave
We're takin' over like we came through
Let's go do it again
[C#] Bitch, I'm Michael Myers in the graveyard
Couple bodies in the back, death money
Murder killin' what I'm sendin' [A] on the track
It's that time of the year when every soul turns black
When we pull up in that hearse, [C#] you ain't never comin' back
I just got a new plan, make the bitch slash ya
Crawlin' out of two graves, tell him get [A] back ya
Killin' everyone, it's time to harvest some hay
So all you bitches better run, cause [Gm] now we back from the dead
I think I [C#] need a body bag
I pull up, death on my mind
The moon is risin', perfect timing, better pray for [D#] your life
I painted pictures [A] like Picasso with the blood on my foes
The canvas drippin', [D#] I'm slippin' down through the gallows, you go
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _