Chords for MOCCASIN CREEK - "Middle Finger" feat Sandbox 2011 with CB3 / Charlie Bonnet III - COUNTRY RAP
Tempo:
89.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
Am
E
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [Am]
[A]
I can't tell you the whole story because I've never been there, but my boy Sandbox has.
And here's his story, so check it out.
My boy Sandbox has a story to tell.
After tour number two he told it to me well.
He said Haji was everywhere boiling in the heat.
Becky out from no sleep with blisters on [D] his feet.
He spoke of no food said it was hot as the sun.
And he came back home with notches in [A] his gut.
He had a war cry, evil look in his eye.
Had hate in his heart, wishing all of them [E] cry.
Told me about the long nights with no stars in the [D] sky.
He couldn't count the number of times that he asked himself [A] why.
It had been right here, Sandbox don't hide.
And this is what he told me was his marching cry.
[D] Hey, you old leech.
He said I'm talking to you.
Won't you remember [A] old finger?
Yeah, he was pissed.
I hated all, I hated riches.
I hate all you son of bitches and [E] I'm angry.
He ain't afraid, he told me the truth.
You murderers [D] like to think.
You are in the [A] terror business.
Yeah, he's [D] in the confused.
[A] But we built the bomb and I tell you [E] son, you don't wanna mess with the good old [A] GSC.
And I'm gonna take his word for it, and so should you.
[Am]
[D]
[A]
[Am] [E]
[Am] [D] What Sandbox has been talking about, well check it [A] out.
Here it is, right out of his mouth.
I'm the Sandbox rep of the 101B.
I am the infantry, follow me.
The ultimate middle finger in the world's elite.
I'll fight to the [Am] death if necessary.
[D]
Put it on a rooftop, night falls, sun drops, Baghdad, Iraq.
Waiting for the [A] bomb to stop, lace up your boots boy.
Let them feel the wrath of a sick ass [E] noise.
So it's 25 foot, then 7, 6, [D] 2.
50 cal rapid fire, what you gonna [Am] do?
Tell you what they'll do, cause I've seen it first hand.
They saw the middle finger shot, duck and ran.
[D]
You heard, that's the truth.
Watch me with [A] another finger.
Sandbox, right off the roof, baby.
I hate you all, I hate your riches.
I hate all you soft bitches, and I [E] ain't afraid.
He ain't afraid, two tours and he came back home safe.
You murderers [D] like to think, you are in the [A]
carabichness.
It just don't make no sense, [D] you heard it.
[A] We built the bomb and I tell you [E] son, you don't wanna mess with the good old [A] USA.
And that's the damn truth.
There's no song up hand at you, you can kiss my contra ass.
I don't like it one way.
[Am] [D]
[Am]
[A] [Em]
[D]
[C]
[A]
I can't tell you the whole story because I've never been there, but my boy Sandbox has.
And here's his story, so check it out.
My boy Sandbox has a story to tell.
After tour number two he told it to me well.
He said Haji was everywhere boiling in the heat.
Becky out from no sleep with blisters on [D] his feet.
He spoke of no food said it was hot as the sun.
And he came back home with notches in [A] his gut.
He had a war cry, evil look in his eye.
Had hate in his heart, wishing all of them [E] cry.
Told me about the long nights with no stars in the [D] sky.
He couldn't count the number of times that he asked himself [A] why.
It had been right here, Sandbox don't hide.
And this is what he told me was his marching cry.
[D] Hey, you old leech.
He said I'm talking to you.
Won't you remember [A] old finger?
Yeah, he was pissed.
I hated all, I hated riches.
I hate all you son of bitches and [E] I'm angry.
He ain't afraid, he told me the truth.
You murderers [D] like to think.
You are in the [A] terror business.
Yeah, he's [D] in the confused.
[A] But we built the bomb and I tell you [E] son, you don't wanna mess with the good old [A] GSC.
And I'm gonna take his word for it, and so should you.
[Am]
[D]
[A]
[Am] [E]
[Am] [D] What Sandbox has been talking about, well check it [A] out.
Here it is, right out of his mouth.
I'm the Sandbox rep of the 101B.
I am the infantry, follow me.
The ultimate middle finger in the world's elite.
I'll fight to the [Am] death if necessary.
[D]
Put it on a rooftop, night falls, sun drops, Baghdad, Iraq.
Waiting for the [A] bomb to stop, lace up your boots boy.
Let them feel the wrath of a sick ass [E] noise.
So it's 25 foot, then 7, 6, [D] 2.
50 cal rapid fire, what you gonna [Am] do?
Tell you what they'll do, cause I've seen it first hand.
They saw the middle finger shot, duck and ran.
[D]
You heard, that's the truth.
Watch me with [A] another finger.
Sandbox, right off the roof, baby.
I hate you all, I hate your riches.
I hate all you soft bitches, and I [E] ain't afraid.
He ain't afraid, two tours and he came back home safe.
You murderers [D] like to think, you are in the [A]
carabichness.
It just don't make no sense, [D] you heard it.
[A] We built the bomb and I tell you [E] son, you don't wanna mess with the good old [A] USA.
And that's the damn truth.
There's no song up hand at you, you can kiss my contra ass.
I don't like it one way.
[Am] [D]
[Am]
[A] [Em]
[D]
[C]
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ I can't tell you the whole story because I've never been there, but my boy Sandbox has.
And here's his story, so check it out.
My boy Sandbox has a story to tell.
After tour number two he told it to me well.
He said Haji was everywhere boiling in the heat.
Becky out from no sleep with blisters on [D] his feet.
He spoke of no food said it was hot as the sun.
And he came back home with notches in [A] his gut.
He had a war cry, evil look in his eye.
Had hate in his heart, wishing all of them [E] cry.
Told me about the long nights with no stars in the [D] sky.
He couldn't count the number of times that he asked himself [A] why.
It had been right here, Sandbox don't hide.
And this is what he told me was his marching cry.
[D] Hey, you old leech.
He said I'm talking to you.
Won't you remember [A] old finger?
Yeah, he was pissed.
I hated all, I hated riches.
I hate all you son of bitches and [E] I'm angry.
He ain't afraid, he told me the truth.
You murderers [D] like to think.
_ _ You are in the [A] terror business.
Yeah, he's [D] in the confused.
_ [A] But we built the bomb and I tell you [E] son, you don't wanna mess with the good old [A] GSC.
And I'm gonna take his word for it, and so should you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [Am] [D] What Sandbox has been talking about, well check it [A] out.
Here it is, right out of his mouth. _ _ _ _
I'm the Sandbox rep of the 101B.
I am the infantry, follow me.
The ultimate middle finger in the world's elite.
I'll fight to the [Am] death if necessary.
[D]
Put it on a rooftop, night falls, sun drops, Baghdad, Iraq.
Waiting for the [A] bomb to stop, lace up your boots boy.
Let them feel the wrath of a sick ass [E] noise.
So it's 25 foot, then 7, 6, [D] 2.
50 cal rapid fire, what you gonna [Am] do?
Tell you what they'll do, cause I've seen it first hand.
They saw the middle finger shot, duck and ran.
[D]
You heard, that's the truth.
Watch me with [A] another finger.
Sandbox, right off the roof, baby.
I hate you all, I hate your riches.
I hate all you soft bitches, and I [E] ain't afraid.
He ain't afraid, two tours and he came back home safe.
You murderers [D] like to think, _ _ you are in the [A]
carabichness.
It just don't make no sense, [D] you heard it.
_ [A] We built the bomb and I tell you [E] son, you don't wanna mess with the good old [A] USA.
And that's the damn truth.
_ _ _ There's no song up hand at you, you can kiss my contra ass.
I don't like it one way.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ I can't tell you the whole story because I've never been there, but my boy Sandbox has.
And here's his story, so check it out.
My boy Sandbox has a story to tell.
After tour number two he told it to me well.
He said Haji was everywhere boiling in the heat.
Becky out from no sleep with blisters on [D] his feet.
He spoke of no food said it was hot as the sun.
And he came back home with notches in [A] his gut.
He had a war cry, evil look in his eye.
Had hate in his heart, wishing all of them [E] cry.
Told me about the long nights with no stars in the [D] sky.
He couldn't count the number of times that he asked himself [A] why.
It had been right here, Sandbox don't hide.
And this is what he told me was his marching cry.
[D] Hey, you old leech.
He said I'm talking to you.
Won't you remember [A] old finger?
Yeah, he was pissed.
I hated all, I hated riches.
I hate all you son of bitches and [E] I'm angry.
He ain't afraid, he told me the truth.
You murderers [D] like to think.
_ _ You are in the [A] terror business.
Yeah, he's [D] in the confused.
_ [A] But we built the bomb and I tell you [E] son, you don't wanna mess with the good old [A] GSC.
And I'm gonna take his word for it, and so should you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [Am] [D] What Sandbox has been talking about, well check it [A] out.
Here it is, right out of his mouth. _ _ _ _
I'm the Sandbox rep of the 101B.
I am the infantry, follow me.
The ultimate middle finger in the world's elite.
I'll fight to the [Am] death if necessary.
[D]
Put it on a rooftop, night falls, sun drops, Baghdad, Iraq.
Waiting for the [A] bomb to stop, lace up your boots boy.
Let them feel the wrath of a sick ass [E] noise.
So it's 25 foot, then 7, 6, [D] 2.
50 cal rapid fire, what you gonna [Am] do?
Tell you what they'll do, cause I've seen it first hand.
They saw the middle finger shot, duck and ran.
[D]
You heard, that's the truth.
Watch me with [A] another finger.
Sandbox, right off the roof, baby.
I hate you all, I hate your riches.
I hate all you soft bitches, and I [E] ain't afraid.
He ain't afraid, two tours and he came back home safe.
You murderers [D] like to think, _ _ you are in the [A]
carabichness.
It just don't make no sense, [D] you heard it.
_ [A] We built the bomb and I tell you [E] son, you don't wanna mess with the good old [A] USA.
And that's the damn truth.
_ _ _ There's no song up hand at you, you can kiss my contra ass.
I don't like it one way.
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _
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