Chords for Kerser - Kerser Is Sick

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Let me explain something, curse to you, curse to you, curse [Fm] to you
What it is, it's a man of the moment, and any other moment that they claim and I'll own it
Curse the flavour, yeah, sprinkle on top, they hanging like a junkie need to hit, I sprinkle a lot
So good with rap, no looking back, shit their beef gets wrapped like cooked kebab
[C#] I'm a light this cliff, you can ride this dick, I'll [C] get the flu, people hang around to try and [Fm] get sick
It ain't life legit, I was born with it
This is bad for your brain that you're born in bitch
That's a poor remix and [D#] chopped 14 sticks
[Fm] That's a half-Oz year like my family mix, dick
If not, fuck off, you mutt stop
I'll take you to the top, fuckin' hope so you can drum [C#] pop
No more game shit, you know me by now
And [C] if you haven't heard, you best know I'm owning the town, [Fm] bitch
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yes, I demand that I'm the best guy
We'll never stop till they murder me, shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew it, bitch, [C] cursory stick
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get [Fm] high
Yes, I demand that I'm the best [C#] guy
We'll never stop till they murder me, shit
[C] You shoulda fuckin' knew it, bitch, cursory stick
I [N] walked in, kicked the door like, hold up, now wait, wait
I used that last time, let me set it straight, [Gm] mate
The sickest is back, ridiculous rap
[Fm] Hold the fingers like that and hurt your nipples as crap
They askin' bout me, where's he goin', is he flyin'
No, you givin' me a contract and you think I'm gonna sign
[C#] No, I did it myself, I wanna keep it that [C] way
Pull up the ash, pay and waste it on a mad [Fm] day
The way I'm livin', man, they pay me to bounce
While my fans sing my shit, don't gotta say it out loud
You can find me at the club, rubber band around the notes
I said I never make shit, I gotta jam it down their throat
[G] Certainly the sickest got me hurtin' all you bitches
[Fm] Then they turn on me for instance, cause I'm burnin' all their [C#] lyrics
Hit me back, come and see me on my [C] deathbed
With the zombie bitch gettin' head, dead [Fm] set
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yes, I demand that I'm the best guy
We'll never stop till they murder me, shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew it, bitch, cursory stick
[Cm] Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yes, I demand that I'm the best [C#] guy
We'll never stop till they murder me, shit
[C] You shoulda fuckin' knew it, bitch, [Fm] cursory stick
Curs-curs-curs-curs-curs-cursory stick
Yeah, yeah, curs-curs-curs-cursory stick
Yeah, yeah, curs-curs-curs-curs-cursory [C#] stick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, [C] curs-curs-curs-cursory stick
[F] Come and cruise with me and you will see, lad
I'm the man and that's why [D#] I don't listen to their [Fm] feedback
Hear that?
Feedback, lyrics here, read that
Years will make me sick, gonna make me bring my feed back
Come close, you can witness a man
You talk tough, now you hear you got shit in your pants
[C#] I'm the freshest motherfucker that you've seen for days
And [C] now I'm paid, SJ, now the green [Fm] is paid
Dark red eyes, yeah, that's normal for me
And the rest of the boys ain't at all for the same
But you think we give a fuck, you know the answer to that
I'm so sick, motherfucker, yeah, the cancer is rad
I live fast, probably die young, celebrate my life, cunts
Make sure when they bury [C] me they puttin' in some rice
[C#] Fuzz, rise up and fight for a better [C] way
All these motherfuckers are knockin' up, remember [Fm] yesterday
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yeah, sighed to men that I'm the best guy
We never stop till they murder me, shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew a bit, cursory stick
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yeah, sighed to men that I'm the best [C#] guy
We never stop till they murder me, [C] shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew a bit, [Bm] cursory stick
Yeah, cursor, we gon' get high
Fuckin' killed it again, man
You already know what it is
Cursory stick, we gon' get high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause I ain't no dope
Ain't no tape, motherfucker
[B] Cursory stick, we gon' get high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gon' [D#] get high
Cursory [F#] stick, we gon' get high
Tape, tape, tape
[Bm] Say you never see it again
Again, again, again
Cursory stick
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk past your faces
Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick Fucker
Remember that
I told you, right
I told you [B] Cursory stick
Now you chew the lil'
[F#] Right, ya stupid [Bm] fuck
Look at you now
Fucker
[B] Good night.
[G] [B]
Bye.
[N] [D#] [N]
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_ _ _ Let me explain something, curse to you, curse to you, curse [Fm] to you
What it is, it's a man of the moment, and any other moment that they claim and I'll own it
Curse the flavour, yeah, sprinkle on top, they hanging like a junkie need to hit, I sprinkle a lot
So good with rap, no looking back, shit their beef gets wrapped like cooked kebab
[C#] I'm a light this cliff, you can ride this dick, I'll [C] get the flu, people hang around to try and [Fm] get sick
It ain't life legit, I was born with it
This is bad for your brain that you're born in bitch
That's a poor remix and [D#] chopped 14 sticks
[Fm] That's a half-Oz year like my family mix, dick
If not, fuck off, you mutt stop
I'll take you to the top, fuckin' hope so you can drum [C#] pop
No more game shit, you know me by now
And [C] if you haven't heard, you best know I'm owning the town, [Fm] bitch
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yes, I demand that I'm the best guy
We'll never stop till they murder me, shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew it, bitch, [C] cursory stick
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get [Fm] high
Yes, I demand that I'm the best [C#] guy
We'll never stop till they murder me, shit
[C] You shoulda fuckin' knew it, bitch, cursory stick
I [N] walked in, kicked the door like, hold up, now wait, wait
I used that last time, let me set it straight, [Gm] mate
The sickest is back, ridiculous rap
[Fm] Hold the fingers like that and hurt your nipples as crap
They askin' bout me, where's he goin', is he flyin'
No, you givin' me a contract and you think I'm gonna sign
[C#] No, I did it myself, I wanna keep it that [C] way
Pull up the ash, pay and waste it on a mad [Fm] day
The way I'm livin', man, they pay me to bounce
While my fans sing my shit, don't gotta say it out loud
You can find me at the club, rubber band around the notes
I said I never make shit, I gotta jam it down their throat
[G] Certainly the sickest got me hurtin' all you bitches
[Fm] Then they turn on me for instance, cause I'm burnin' all their [C#] lyrics
Hit me back, come and see me on my [C] deathbed
With the zombie bitch gettin' head, dead [Fm] set
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yes, I demand that I'm the best guy
We'll never stop till they murder me, shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew it, bitch, cursory stick
[Cm] Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yes, I demand that I'm the best [C#] guy
We'll never stop till they murder me, shit
[C] You shoulda fuckin' knew it, bitch, [Fm] cursory stick
Curs-curs-curs-curs-curs-cursory stick
Yeah, yeah, curs-curs-curs-cursory stick
Yeah, yeah, curs-curs-curs-curs-cursory [C#] stick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, [C] curs-curs-curs-cursory stick
[F] Come and cruise with me and you will see, lad
I'm the man and that's why [D#] I don't listen to their [Fm] feedback
Hear that?
Feedback, lyrics here, read that
Years will make me sick, gonna make me bring my feed back
Come close, you can witness a man
You talk tough, now you hear you got shit in your pants
[C#] I'm the freshest motherfucker that you've seen for days
And [C] now I'm paid, SJ, now the green [Fm] is paid
Dark red eyes, yeah, that's normal for me
And the rest of the boys ain't at all for the same
But you think we give a fuck, you know the answer to that
I'm so sick, motherfucker, yeah, the cancer is rad
I live fast, probably die young, celebrate my life, cunts
Make sure when they bury [C] me they puttin' in some rice
[C#] Fuzz, rise up and fight for a better [C] way
All these motherfuckers are knockin' up, remember [Fm] yesterday
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yeah, sighed to men that I'm the best guy
We never stop till they murder me, shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew a bit, cursory stick
Put em up, raise em up, we gon' get high
Yeah, sighed to men that I'm the best [C#] guy
We never stop till they murder me, [C] shit
You shoulda fuckin' knew a bit, [Bm] cursory stick _
_ Yeah, cursor, _ _ we gon' get high
_ _ Fuckin' killed it again, man _
_ You already know what it is
Cursory stick, we gon' _ _ get high
Yeah, _ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause I ain't no dope
Ain't no tape, motherfucker
_ [B] Cursory stick, we gon' get high
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gon' [D#] get high
_ Cursory [F#] stick, we gon' get high
Tape, tape, tape
[Bm] _ Say you never see it again
Again, again, again
_ Cursory stick
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk past your faces
Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick Fucker
Remember that
I told you, right
I told you [B] Cursory stick
Now you chew the lil'
[F#] Right, ya stupid [Bm] fuck
Look at you now _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Fucker
_ [B] Good night.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [B] _
Bye.
_ [N] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _