Chords for MF Doom (Viktor Vaughn) - Uckupon
Tempo:
89.9 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
Bm
B
Gb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gb]
[Bbm] Confirmation of your [Bm] worst fears Ever since [Bbm] his first years, have thirst for
veers Back from the future, it'll make you more
[Bm] soberer And brought [Bbm] back a long list of fakers who
crossed over I'm like the fucking bubble [Bm] baller
Catch him up at [Bbm] Bob's show Stolen with a trouble caller
Bastard, hooped to make [Bm] G's faster Than a [Bbm] newly remastered while being truly
crafted There's four sides to every [B] story
If these walls [Bbm] can talk, they probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem
to Maury Don't bore me with the glory, [B] hallelujah
Crews be like [Bbm] Fooey, sold a bunch of Ooi I knew he had new G's, who he?
[Bm] Victor Vaughn, he had a new [Bbm] sicker song I think he called it Lickapong, but uh
He studied rhymes, [Bm] patterns Climbed [Bbm] so steep, time to beat, don't be
madderin' Sounded like a half-deaf, [Bm] scurvy band rocker
Programmed [Bbm] computer biographed in Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life, he'd try [Gb] harder Die the martyr [Bbm] at the hands of the fire starter
All scripts ripped, available for buy or barter Transport the stack to the lab via [Bm] charter
On the microphone, he kicked Jay's [Bbm] animation What a guy, practiced banging flies [Bm] with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with [B] lasers
Tell him when they [Bb] come with more [Bbm] topics besides blazers
Enough with the guttering, they all toys [Gb] and lames
The joys and [Bbm] the need, he asked him, how's your poison game?
You know you bust your crossbow, also, [Gb] also Action, [Bb] body, clothes, just [Bbm] also, also
These flows you won't find in no [B] household If the blacks [Bbm] sniffed out you, they'd smack shit out you
Make nothin' go on, let nothin' [Bm] twitch Just don't be near the [Bbm] mic when the on button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to [B] Fudrucker Delivery [Bbm] to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Coppin' more P's than when a rap nigga [Bm] bicker on
And that's my word of [Bbm] the one, I think he called it Lickapong, um
He wrote this one with [Bm] a fever, sick in bed [Bbm] With his dickhead inside a chicken head, no
A dead chicken's head, he said it helped [Gb] his nausea
If you lost [Bbm] your way, too, he'd tell you about the flying saucer
Dad, you kick back, leave your [Gb] wig rag For a big [Bbm] bag of good grizzle and some zigzag
Survival, keep a rival in [Bb] denial And bust what he [Bbm] get just for comin' out his piehole
Died calmer than a suicide [B] bomber
V just the [Bbm] type to do a whole ride with mama
Said to Jay's mom, her name's Victor
[Bb] Lickapong, told him chicken [Bbm] cookies make it on, Lickapong
[B] [Bbm] [B] [Bbm]
[Gbm] [Bbm]
[B] [Bb] [N]
[Bbm] Confirmation of your [Bm] worst fears Ever since [Bbm] his first years, have thirst for
veers Back from the future, it'll make you more
[Bm] soberer And brought [Bbm] back a long list of fakers who
crossed over I'm like the fucking bubble [Bm] baller
Catch him up at [Bbm] Bob's show Stolen with a trouble caller
Bastard, hooped to make [Bm] G's faster Than a [Bbm] newly remastered while being truly
crafted There's four sides to every [B] story
If these walls [Bbm] can talk, they probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem
to Maury Don't bore me with the glory, [B] hallelujah
Crews be like [Bbm] Fooey, sold a bunch of Ooi I knew he had new G's, who he?
[Bm] Victor Vaughn, he had a new [Bbm] sicker song I think he called it Lickapong, but uh
He studied rhymes, [Bm] patterns Climbed [Bbm] so steep, time to beat, don't be
madderin' Sounded like a half-deaf, [Bm] scurvy band rocker
Programmed [Bbm] computer biographed in Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life, he'd try [Gb] harder Die the martyr [Bbm] at the hands of the fire starter
All scripts ripped, available for buy or barter Transport the stack to the lab via [Bm] charter
On the microphone, he kicked Jay's [Bbm] animation What a guy, practiced banging flies [Bm] with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with [B] lasers
Tell him when they [Bb] come with more [Bbm] topics besides blazers
Enough with the guttering, they all toys [Gb] and lames
The joys and [Bbm] the need, he asked him, how's your poison game?
You know you bust your crossbow, also, [Gb] also Action, [Bb] body, clothes, just [Bbm] also, also
These flows you won't find in no [B] household If the blacks [Bbm] sniffed out you, they'd smack shit out you
Make nothin' go on, let nothin' [Bm] twitch Just don't be near the [Bbm] mic when the on button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to [B] Fudrucker Delivery [Bbm] to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Coppin' more P's than when a rap nigga [Bm] bicker on
And that's my word of [Bbm] the one, I think he called it Lickapong, um
He wrote this one with [Bm] a fever, sick in bed [Bbm] With his dickhead inside a chicken head, no
A dead chicken's head, he said it helped [Gb] his nausea
If you lost [Bbm] your way, too, he'd tell you about the flying saucer
Dad, you kick back, leave your [Gb] wig rag For a big [Bbm] bag of good grizzle and some zigzag
Survival, keep a rival in [Bb] denial And bust what he [Bbm] get just for comin' out his piehole
Died calmer than a suicide [B] bomber
V just the [Bbm] type to do a whole ride with mama
Said to Jay's mom, her name's Victor
[Bb] Lickapong, told him chicken [Bbm] cookies make it on, Lickapong
[B] [Bbm] [B] [Bbm]
[Gbm] [Bbm]
[B] [Bb] [N]
Key:
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Bm
B
Gb
Bb
Bbm
Bm
B
_ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bbm] _ Confirmation of your [Bm] worst fears Ever since [Bbm] his first years, have thirst for
veers Back from the future, it'll make you more
[Bm] soberer And brought [Bbm] back a long list of fakers who
crossed over I'm like the fucking bubble [Bm] baller
Catch him up at [Bbm] Bob's show Stolen with a trouble caller
Bastard, hooped to make [Bm] G's faster Than a [Bbm] newly remastered while being truly
crafted There's four sides to every [B] story
If these walls [Bbm] can talk, they probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem
to Maury Don't bore me with the glory, [B] hallelujah
Crews be like [Bbm] Fooey, sold a bunch of Ooi I knew he had new G's, who he?
[Bm] Victor Vaughn, he had a new [Bbm] sicker song I think he called it Lickapong, but uh
He studied rhymes, [Bm] patterns Climbed [Bbm] so steep, time to beat, don't be
madderin' Sounded like a half-deaf, [Bm] scurvy band rocker
Programmed [Bbm] computer biographed in Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life, he'd try [Gb] harder Die the martyr [Bbm] at the hands of the fire starter
All scripts ripped, available for buy or barter Transport the stack to the lab via [Bm] charter
On the microphone, he kicked Jay's [Bbm] animation What a guy, practiced banging flies [Bm] with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with [B] lasers
Tell him when they [Bb] come with more [Bbm] topics besides blazers
Enough with the guttering, they all toys [Gb] and lames
The joys and [Bbm] the need, he asked him, how's your poison game?
You know you bust your crossbow, also, [Gb] also Action, [Bb] body, clothes, just [Bbm] also, also
These flows you won't find in no [B] household If the blacks [Bbm] sniffed out you, they'd smack shit out you
Make nothin' go on, let nothin' [Bm] twitch Just don't be near the [Bbm] mic when the on button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to [B] Fudrucker Delivery [Bbm] to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Coppin' more P's than when a rap nigga [Bm] bicker on
And that's my word of [Bbm] the one, I think he called it Lickapong, um
He wrote this one with [Bm] a fever, sick in bed [Bbm] With his dickhead inside a chicken head, no
A dead chicken's head, he said it helped [Gb] his nausea
If you lost [Bbm] your way, too, he'd tell you about the flying saucer
Dad, you kick back, leave your [Gb] wig rag For a big [Bbm] bag of good grizzle and some zigzag
Survival, keep a rival in [Bb] denial And bust what he [Bbm] get just for comin' out his piehole
Died calmer than a suicide [B] bomber
V just the [Bbm] type to do a whole ride with mama
Said to Jay's mom, her name's Victor
[Bb] Lickapong, told him chicken [Bbm] cookies make it on, Lickapong
_ _ [B] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gbm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bb] _ [N] _ _
[Bbm] _ Confirmation of your [Bm] worst fears Ever since [Bbm] his first years, have thirst for
veers Back from the future, it'll make you more
[Bm] soberer And brought [Bbm] back a long list of fakers who
crossed over I'm like the fucking bubble [Bm] baller
Catch him up at [Bbm] Bob's show Stolen with a trouble caller
Bastard, hooped to make [Bm] G's faster Than a [Bbm] newly remastered while being truly
crafted There's four sides to every [B] story
If these walls [Bbm] can talk, they probably still ignore me
Contemplate war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem
to Maury Don't bore me with the glory, [B] hallelujah
Crews be like [Bbm] Fooey, sold a bunch of Ooi I knew he had new G's, who he?
[Bm] Victor Vaughn, he had a new [Bbm] sicker song I think he called it Lickapong, but uh
He studied rhymes, [Bm] patterns Climbed [Bbm] so steep, time to beat, don't be
madderin' Sounded like a half-deaf, [Bm] scurvy band rocker
Programmed [Bbm] computer biographed in Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life, he'd try [Gb] harder Die the martyr [Bbm] at the hands of the fire starter
All scripts ripped, available for buy or barter Transport the stack to the lab via [Bm] charter
On the microphone, he kicked Jay's [Bbm] animation What a guy, practiced banging flies [Bm] with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes with [B] lasers
Tell him when they [Bb] come with more [Bbm] topics besides blazers
Enough with the guttering, they all toys [Gb] and lames
The joys and [Bbm] the need, he asked him, how's your poison game?
You know you bust your crossbow, also, [Gb] also Action, [Bb] body, clothes, just [Bbm] also, also
These flows you won't find in no [B] household If the blacks [Bbm] sniffed out you, they'd smack shit out you
Make nothin' go on, let nothin' [Bm] twitch Just don't be near the [Bbm] mic when the on button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to [B] Fudrucker Delivery [Bbm] to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Coppin' more P's than when a rap nigga [Bm] bicker on
And that's my word of [Bbm] the one, I think he called it Lickapong, um
He wrote this one with [Bm] a fever, sick in bed [Bbm] With his dickhead inside a chicken head, no
A dead chicken's head, he said it helped [Gb] his nausea
If you lost [Bbm] your way, too, he'd tell you about the flying saucer
Dad, you kick back, leave your [Gb] wig rag For a big [Bbm] bag of good grizzle and some zigzag
Survival, keep a rival in [Bb] denial And bust what he [Bbm] get just for comin' out his piehole
Died calmer than a suicide [B] bomber
V just the [Bbm] type to do a whole ride with mama
Said to Jay's mom, her name's Victor
[Bb] Lickapong, told him chicken [Bbm] cookies make it on, Lickapong
_ _ [B] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Gbm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bb] _ [N] _ _