Beef Rap Chords by Mf Doom

I haven't eaten all day, how am I gonna do this?
Yeah, don't wait for her man, don't wait for her.
I'll tell you what man, come with me now.
[Bb] And you know, I'll get you some [Gb] lunch, I'll hook you up with something.
I got [F] a little bank, you know, no problem.
I hear you, that's cool.
Alright, it's cool.
Hey, can't you guys just wait here about a half hour, man?
Yo, I'll be back man, I'm just gonna munch up a little bit man, I'm pretty hungry.
Yo, let him come back.
[B] Here you will find food for your lunch, [Ab] as well as an [Gb] outfit for your brother.
[G] _ [B] You brought food?
Bread and butter.
[Ab] Of course [Gb] my friend, what [F] haven't you [Gb] had?
I'm hungry.
[B] _ [Gb] _ [D] What [A] food is that? _ _
[B] _ Regular [Bb] storage procedure, the same as the other one.
[B] What other food?
[C] [B] Peas, [E] _ [C] _ [D] [B] roast beef, sir.
[C] Where?
I don't [F] know.
[E] [C] Well, the [D] cop got you.
[Eb] Oh, well, [B] next morning I went to the store [Ab] to get some food.
[B] [E] Bread and butter.
[Bb] You're arrested.
[B] I'll save you.
[Ab] Would you like a [F] snack?
[C] Thanks for the drink.
[Bb] Do you need [B] [Gb] more turkey?
[Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Ab] Ladies and gentlemen. _ _
_ [Bm] You [Ab] talk of the people's rights.
The people have [B] only those rights which [D] I choose [Ab] to give them.
[B] That is for their own good, [Ab] believe me.
[Bb]
[Fm] I do too.
[D] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _
They must [Ab] work faster.
[Ebm] But the [F] prisoner.
Ah, yes, the young [D] traitor who has tried to murder [Ebm] _ [Eb] my_ Watch him.
I have special plans for him.
_ [D] _ _ Beef wrap.
You need to get him cheesecaps or even a roof.
Or more I'm due for [Am] some beef crap.
[C]
I suggest a change of [D] diet.
It can lead to high blood pressure if you're fried.
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease.
It ain't no starting back once arteries start to [Am] squeeze.
[B] Take the easy [Cm] way out [Gm] phony and chill [D] them.
They know they wouldn't be talking abalone in the bullpen.
The so disgusting [D] part itself is not disgusting.
They talk of wealth and shit and they ain't never seen the [Am] justice.
Bust this like [Eb] a cold milk for my [D] patrol.
There's batteries, a Brillo and some foil here.
Boil it.
You'd be better off if he'd see glued.
And it's a feud so don't be in no TV [C] mood.
Every week it's mystery [Bb] meets seaweed [D] stew.
Food.
We need food.
[A] He wears a mask just to [D] cover the raw flesh.
A rather ugly brother with clothes that's [Gb] gorgeous.
Drop dead joints, hit the whips like [D] bird shit.
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit.
Her bra smell.
This card say art hell.
Barred from all bars and kicked out this [Am] Harvell.
Keep a [Eb] pooker where the jar fell.
And keep a [D] cheap hooker that's off the hook like Mar-Vell.
[A] Top bleeding baby fella took the loaded rod gear.
Stop feeding babies colored sugar coated [Am] large squares.
The art pair [Dbm] swears and [D] God fears.
Even when it's rotten you got through the hard years.
I wrote [A] this note around New Years.
Bought a [D] couple of shots [Eb] and a few [Gb] beers.
But who cares?
Enough about me.
It's about [Eb] the beats.
[D] Not about the streets and who food he bout to eat.
A rhyming [Eb] cannibal [D] who's dressed to kill and cynical.
Whether is [Am] it animal, vegetable or mineral.
It's a miracle [Abm] how he gets [D] so lyrical.
And proceed to move the crowd like an old negro spiritual.
Pour [A] a mil, do a commercial for Mellow Yellow.
Tell them [D] devils hell no, sell y'all [Am] own yellow.
We [Eb] hollered prills, she [Bb] swallowed [D] pills.
He followed fleek, hollered three dollar bills.
And squirreled for Halalville.
A y'all appeal.
Dig the real.
It's how the [Am] big ballers deal.
[Eb] Twirl a L after [D] every mill. _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ [A] _ [Eb] _ [Gbm] _ _ [Eb] _ _
What up to all [A] rappers.
Shut up with the [D] shuttin' up and keep your shirt on.
At [Am] least a button up.
Yuck.
These new [E] rhymers are strippin' [D] nails.
Out of work jerks since they shut [A] down Chippendales.
They're chippin' [D] nails.
Doom, chippin' [A] scales.
Let [D] alone the pre-orders that's counted [C] off shipping sales.
This one goes [Eb] out to all my people.
[D] Skippin' bail, dippin' jail.
Whippin' tail and sippin' L.
Like the [Eb] groovy till it [D] glow like a ruby.
After which they couldn't find a [F] villain like Scooby.
[E] He's in the lab on some old Bruder [D] Munk shit.
Overproof drunk shit.
Bruder Thunk it.
Hunk.
Try [Eb] and ask why [D] ours is better.
Could be the Iron Mask or the Cosby [Am] sweater.
Yes you.
Who's screwed by [E] the dude on [D] the CD.
Nude.
Bring me food.
[F] _
[Ebm] Bring _ [Eb] _ [G] _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _