Chords for MF DOOM - Crosshairs

Tempo:
85.1 bpm
Chords used:

Am

C

F

E

Bm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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MF DOOM - Crosshairs chords
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[Am]
[D#] [Am]
[E]
[Am] [D] [E] [Am]
The fat is in [Em] the fire, [Am] a fryer made of chicken [C] wire, getting sick and tired of [F] a friggin'
liar.
Pelican with some very [C] soft mangoes, closet [B] full of skeletons, and terry [Am] cloth hand goals.
Flew the coop [Em] before you hit it, let [C] me warn you.
She did a cool hula hoop, but don't get [F] any on you.
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat [C] pig ham.
When he's on [Bm] the mic he's like the Trigger Man, [Am] Fig Jam.
Do him, not to be confused with nobody, especially, since the flows he used was so nutty.
Never too woozy to go study, crew's got no clues, like old cruddy, or for some McGillicuddy.
Watch your six, [E] he got a lot [F] of more tricks, lyrics, bricks [E] on sticks, sure got raw nittix.
It's a gift, don't get shot for [F] kicks.
With the same [E] slick you used to block sick [Am] vicks with, spotted at a chick [E] flick.
[Am] Holding hands, the other one [C] on his swollen glands, a [F] golden chance.
Is why he kept them hoes in his [C] pants, rolling in the old [Bm] van, is what he told his [Am] throne fans.
Is that true, true, [Em] match from hat [Am] to shoe, snafu, [C] snatch and they brew, the [F] bat's blue.
Black jewel [F] like that's new, catch me [C] through, no latch [Bm] attached, catch shoe, catch [Am] 22.
Super, he's loaded dice, nice and overpriced, the arm and the leg, owe him your life, owe your ice.
Villain, nagger grieving old hags, snag a bragger, buys Mike Corden, leave him holding the [A] bag.
[F] Come clean, a bunch of [Em] dumb mean, clean puffs, a keen drum machine,
buff who cleans from old [F] green stuff.
Instead of starving, there be [C] problems
about the blue gobs, Ike, somebody's [Bm] robbing Lou Dobbs, them [Am] tonight.
And he's on the next flight, [C] moonbound, and makes it a point to stay away from the groon [F] pound.
Got me some paris is gone in the [C] lost years, tears and [Bm] chairs, gone in the [Dm] cross hairs.
So come, oh, say, who's [Am] in, say, who's y'all?
Hey, Mr.
Dundee, [Gm] what's that you were singing?
It is the robotic hymn of doom.
Well, I always say, [F#m]
nothing livens [F] up a robotic hymn of doom [Gm] better than an amazing pair [N] of ducks.
Key:  
Am
2311
C
3211
F
134211111
E
2311
Bm
13421112
Am
2311
C
3211
F
134211111
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _
The fat is in [Em] the fire, [Am] a fryer made of chicken [C] wire, getting sick and tired of [F] a friggin'
liar.
Pelican with some very [C] soft mangoes, closet [B] full of skeletons, and terry [Am] cloth hand goals.
Flew the coop [Em] before you hit it, let [C] me warn you.
She did a cool hula hoop, but don't get [F] any on you.
It's all a big scam to make y'all eat [C] pig ham.
When he's on [Bm] the mic he's like the Trigger Man, [Am] Fig Jam.
Do him, not to be confused with nobody, especially, since the flows he used was so nutty.
Never too woozy to go study, crew's got no clues, like old cruddy, or for some McGillicuddy.
Watch your six, [E] he got a lot [F] of more tricks, lyrics, bricks [E] on sticks, sure got raw nittix.
It's a gift, don't get shot for [F] kicks.
With the same [E] slick you used to block sick [Am] vicks with, spotted at a chick [E] flick.
[Am] Holding hands, the other one [C] on his swollen glands, a [F] golden chance.
Is why he kept them hoes in his [C] pants, rolling in the old [Bm] van, is what he told his [Am] throne fans.
Is that true, true, [Em] match from hat [Am] to shoe, snafu, [C] snatch and they brew, the [F] bat's blue.
Black jewel [F] like that's new, catch me [C] through, no latch [Bm] attached, catch shoe, catch [Am] 22.
Super, he's loaded dice, nice and overpriced, the arm and the leg, owe him your life, owe your ice.
Villain, nagger grieving old hags, snag a bragger, buys Mike Corden, leave him holding the [A] bag.
[F] Come clean, a bunch of [Em] dumb mean, clean puffs, a keen drum machine,
buff who cleans from old [F] green stuff.
Instead of starving, there be [C] problems
about the blue gobs, Ike, somebody's [Bm] robbing Lou Dobbs, them [Am] tonight.
And he's on the next flight, [C] moonbound, and makes it a point to stay away from the groon [F] pound.
Got me some paris is gone in the [C] lost years, tears and [Bm] chairs, gone in the [Dm] cross hairs.
_ So come, oh, say, who's [Am] in, say, who's y'all?
Hey, Mr.
Dundee, [Gm] what's that you were singing?
It is the robotic hymn of doom.
Well, I always say, [F#m]
nothing livens [F] up a robotic hymn of doom [Gm] better than an amazing pair [N] of ducks.