Chords for Mr. Hyde - Them (Ft. Necro, Ill Bill & Goretex)

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They're [Eb] coming here.
_ They're waiting at the edge of the city.
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_ [Ab] _ They're peering around
[B] buildings at night and they're [Gb] waiting.
[Abm] They're waiting for you.
[Bb] _ [B] And they'll take you one by one and no one will hear you [Bm] scream.
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No one will hear you _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [G] _ scream.
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They're [G] coming for you.
_ _ [B] They're waiting for you.
[G] They're waiting for you.
_ They're waiting for you.
[B] Sticking ax in your gut to maximize.
Bumpin' [G] exodus bonded by hemoglobin
Dumping clips in your chest, [Bm] the anarchist activists
The brotherhood of evil mutants run [G] up on you
Shooting people, fuck your feeble unit
You know that none [B] of us are good.
Toxic offending your head, the reverend [G] of death
Reppin' the engine for the revelation of flesh
Being [B] stressed to the end, ending your homoclics
Exterminated like [G] vermin roaming through train stations
Terminated by [E] electrical currents [B] occurring
I rock a pair of Nikes hiking through [G] the streets
Like a Viking holding spikes, I'm civilized, [B] devilized Don't sleep
You're not ill, you perpetrate the blood that [G] circulates in your vertebrae
You'll squirt in your shirt with the word [B] that murder percolates
The revolting, insulting cult king [G] is resulting as the sickest fuck on the planet Earth
[B] Catapulting mold, and I'll be [Gb] a billionaire
And still be down [G] to throw you down the stairs and kill [Em] you
Rocking military gear [Bm] with ill, I don't kill
God of atrocity, fuck you with [G] five fingers constantly
The monstrosity, king of [B] scumbags, king of colostomy
My gun bang, we run things, [G] get you a necktie
Look how your tongue hangs, it's bloodbath [B] pornography
Splatterfest, Zetomaskist, I paint [G] the walls with your blood
Physical graffiti, cynical [Bm] to greedy, this is murder world
Welcome to your death after [G] your afterlife, I'll murder you again
Laugh with the burner to [Bm] your ass
Suicide soldiers like the heavens gate
Die [G] obsessed with hate, blood stained holy books
Are like a test [B] of faith, like the word of God
Telling me [G] to kill, or the word of pagans
Telling me to sacrifice you in the name [B] of Satan
Pain, lust, and abomination, unholy [G] combination
Circular tyrants, we control an [B] entire nation
That can attack you like [G] the thought of the dead
Rather be backstage, cutting head from your daughter [B] instead
You're on all fours, can't look, stuck to your back like [G] gauze
I'd rather make a lampshade of your skin, attack you to [Bm] walls
It's when the boredom sets in, pull out my axe from the [G] store
How he pops up, with no packs for the last of the [Bm] four
The wizard of gore, diminished like your skull with a [G] saw
Emotionally, severed, [Gb] torn, finished like cripples and [Bm] dwarves
God hates us all, so we burn churches
You [G] mouthy urinal bitch, slays in the deep purple
I'll hurt you on [B] purpose, never got shit handed to me
The silver [G] spoon is only used to cook the Lord
It imported you kids of [Bm] fantasy
We sick goons, we don't give a fuck what you [G] say
Above the law, getting apologies straight from [B] DA's
Play as ball killer, coked out jokes of [G] heredity
If I don't blow up, this lamp is a kitchen for [Bm] methamphetamines
The walls closing in, [G] too much to fight
People view suicide, we all die [B] tonight
Ayo, I slay who I wanna, we're creating a [G] horror
I see my state of nirvana, is to make you a [B] goner
Stick a pick in your stomach, because I'm sick of you [G] frotting
But still I'm quicker than blood, than to catch a victim for [B] nothing
I whip out the sharp sheath, and stick a jig up with [G] these
I watch a ligaments bleed, with very vigorous [B] speed
My left hook, is known to put a bitch in his [G] seat
And transform his face, into mystery [Bm] meat
After I clap at your wig, your skull will snap like a [G] twig
There ain't no little body counts, I make my massacres [Bm] big
Carefully put in the [E] clips, so that the bullets can [Gm] rip
You getting butchered to bits, to me it's as good as it [B] gets
Bet you'll leave on a stretcher, when the 16 [G] with ya
With your cap, twist it back, like a major league [Bm] catcher
Your head will bleed ketchup, till your garments are [G] soaked
Watch me finish the job, with something sharp in your [B] throat _
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