Chords for Kamikaze

_ Okay, _ how do I say this?
Last year _ _ didn't work out so well for me.
_ _ _ _ _ 2018, _ _ _ well_ _ _ _
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You collaborative effort, Raph.
I have never said his raps.
Overstayed my welcome, stepped in crap and ruined your welcome, man.
So spit that shit from the heart, you didn't write like you wrote it.
Well, I T-bagged the microphone, cause I go nuts on it.
Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that'll strike any moment, headed right at opponents.
And I'm [A] the fuckin' [D] pilot that's floaty, I'm about [Eb] to smash into everyone.
Crash into everything.
Back, and I've just begun.
Back, 2017.
Back, back on everyone.
Back, back on everyone.
Back, back on [E] everyone.
I'm [Am] a, I'm a, cousin to [Gm] the smash.
Into everyone.
Crash, like a net [Eb] 15.
Damn, it's already done.
Y'all shoulda let me [A] be.
Back, back on everyone.
Back, back on everyone.
[Gm] Back, back on [Am] everyone.
I'm a, I'm a, cousin to [N] the smash.
I turned to rap cause it made me feel tough when I wasn't.
From the moment [B] I heard rappers cussin', I wasn't.
Which is why I identified with the guy who I was invented by, Dre Frankenstein, energized [C] like a 9-volt.
Ice cold like snake eyes, [E] twice in a row on a dice roll.
But if the only reason I blowed is cause I'm white, though, why don't every other white rapper sell what I sold?
[D] I'm a, I'm a, cousin to the _ [E] _ _ smash.
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_ [Dm] Into everyone.
Crash, _ [A] _
like _ _ _ [D] a net 15.
Damn, [Bb] _ _ _ it's already done.
_ _ _ [A] Y _ 'all [Dm] shoulda let me be.
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[Gm] Back, _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[D] _ [A] back on everyone.
Back, back on everyone.
Back, back on everyone.
I'm a, I'm a, cousin [E] to the smash. _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ I heard you [Bb] freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing.
[N] There is no way we'd ever hear that shit again, I guarantee.
That rate, that shit was so ass, it's something we wouldn't dare re-air.
That shit's embarrassing.
It's me, Rare, and Ink Terror, Re-Bear, in my therapy chair.
My dick is the hair like the chair.
He snorted the chair with a vinegar sale.
If you're wearing me lyrically, I'm terrible.
Better get your lyrics prepared.
Richard Ramirez is here.
Serial killin' every beat there.
Wait, wait, got the arius feeling something evil is lurking.
I'm no conspiracy theorist, but something here is afoot.
Oh yeah, it's my dick.
Get that measuring stick.
What?
Twelve inches of wood.
Wait, but I've been going for your chug alert [D] since Greggy Duck alert.
And I've come to pay respects, cause if you sleep, you're fucked.
[Bm] Other words, you get laid to rest.
And I hope your butt is hurt.
Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book.
[Bb] You got some views, but you're still below me, mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked.
_ And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the [Abm] hook.
And I'm just freestyling in the [D] vocal booth.
_ _ And you know I've always spoke the truth.
You're lying through your teeth so much you broke a tooth.
_ And it ain't something I need a phone to do, when I say I can't wait till I get a hold of you.
_ And I don't know what I'm [Gm] supposed to do.
Light [Bb] up the [A] rappers, take my pic like a