Underground Chords by Necro

I keep straining my ears to hear [Bbm] a sound
[Fm] Maybe [G] someone is digging [Eb] underground _
Or a leg
Yo [Gb] man, motherfuckers are clowns, man
Hip-hop's too nice, [Ebm] it's too pretty
What are you gonna do to it, Necro?
Take a [Bbm] razor
And slice it!
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ Yeah
[Bbm] Keep this shit like that
Kill the head, kill the [F] body
Your nose will run maroon
When I float like a dead [Bbm] body
And sting like peroxide on wounds
I'm rolling a fatty [Fm] like death is coming, believe it
Recognize the chain of command
[Bbm] I deliver the pain, you receive it
[Ab] Brainwashing has officially begun
Kid, you'll peep [Bbm] a psycho
Holding a butcher knife, dancing like a rerun
It's raining, it's God [Ab] pisses on Earth
I drop [F] bio like a vagina [Bbm] dismisses a bird
Devour my shower, that's golden
I'm [Ab] puffing the sack, golden
Smoldered flesh, holding the [Bbm] fresh
Cancer-infested colon
How can I make [Eb] my point to you fools?
On top of dead A [Fm]&O, off a roof
[Bbm] And on his chest, it'll say Necro rules
I'm above the [F] Constitution
My shit stays bubbling like burnt flaps
[Bbm] My rhymes are acid and Clorox solution
Your eyes'll burn [Ab] once the acid hits
You'll be [F] blinded like Rosie O'Donnell
Jumped [Bbm] up ten feet in the air and flurts a ten
Life is shady, [Fm] G, in 1976 my parents [Bbm] created me
I've been flipping since 1983, I always talk [Fm] pain as a game
When I was six, I cracked my head open
And looked [Bbm] in the mirror and saw my brain
Wonder why I'm like [F] an icicle
[Fm] At five, I was hit by a car
Riding my [Bbm] tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital, [Fm] receiving stitches
Made me vicious, peeping cretins
With my sister [Bbm] in their eyes, made me suspicious
Running through Glenwood's [Fm] BJ's as a young buck
I didn't dance that fresh, [Bbm] I burnt ants to death
[Gb] Taste me, you will see more
Is all you need, dedicated to [Bbm] how I'm killing you
You're unhealthy, you're a felon
Your PO [F] checks your bladder, you're an addict
You beat [Bbm] me, I'll deliver you, death on a platter
The customer's [Ab] always right
But this time, the customer's [A] left
On a stretcher gasping [Bbm] for breath
The cipher flows like [Ab] roly-poly
Kill yourself [Fm] slowly, but you're already dead
If [Bbm] you're homely
So bitch, there's a little [Ab] red dot on your skull So [Bbm] pray
_ Most of New York's [Fm] population is filled with mental patients
Pretending to be [Bbm] normal, pretending to be mental patients
Gotham got [Fm] rapists by the pile
Watch out for goons of bile
Infested [Bbm] smiles and dreams of molesting a child
You gotta pack a black [Eb] box with [Fm] soft extra flip
On [Bbm] Shakey's deck
You gotta punch a kid dead [F] in the nose
If he ever tries to front [Bbm] this
You need to puff a bag of dro's
[Fm] When listening to brutal shit [Bbm] like this
You gotta rock a lamp skin
[Fm] Wet the [F] sperm aside, but [Bbm] nasty bitch
Make sure your girl's syphilis clean [Fm] before I slob my tongue [Ab] up
And I don't chew tear, [Bbm] Rory Montana
My [Ab] ventriloquism hits you like ism
[F] Sway with rage, Mr.
Prism, [Bbm] it's a blade, butchery, sadism
I'll rip your gap [A] when I twist my rip
One finger, two fingers, three fingers, four fingers, fuck it, the [Bbm] whole fifth
Rimmed up your [Fm] wife's ass, get murder type fat blast
Scum up on your beastly [Bbm] mass, a dirty flesh, clash, clash
Corp plumbing, but [Fm] plumbing inside, sludge like Kimberly Drummond
You know the [Bbm] skis, I slay my prey, day [Gb] by day
Kill yourself on some euthanasia shit
Rockin' Timbs and razors on a tip
Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip
I'm fascinated with leaving you lacerated
Split on point like an assassination, here you're [Bbm] not
Someone to have [C] patience with, I'm better off letting [F] off
Two clips, act your face, set it [Bbm] off
To decide who's better off, dead or not
Inject till you feel [Ab] correct, feel the effects of my hex
4C2FX [Bbm] with tax, chopped ass, funeral next
Buy my poison, [Fm] I got triple six in my beeper
I talk to myself, cause [Bbm] giving my own self therapy
Seeper, the violence hits you like a split filled with [F] some holy pot
Penetrate your skull like an [Bbm] obituary, riff from Soul E-Rod
You'll soon be [Cm] fractions, enumerator
Of a [Bbm] denominator, when I play Dominator
When you're dead, your brains in bomb with data
[Fm] Peeping Vietnam through beta, futuristic butcher, [Bbm] CD-ROM cremator
Your spine [Ab] cracks in 3D like IMAX
You won't be Superman, no [Bbm] more field of pain, climax
No anesthesia, even if the [Fm] doctor takes some codeine and combines crack
A fine pact, then [Bbm] mixed with phenobarbital liquid
And a ray [Ab]-spray dyne sac, nut it numbs your future [Eb] sums
I'll put you in a [Bbm] wheelchair, you're a crumb, a pebble, a worm, [Ab] a snail
I'll be a mental patient with a red apple [Bbm] on Thorazine when you inhale
_ [Ab] _ _ [F] Another blunt [Bbm] filled with dust
And another blunt filled, and [Cm] another blunt filled, and [F] another blunt [Bbm] filled with dust
Last week someone tried to [Ab] put me in a coffin
That's the second time a [Bbm] nigga tried to kill me
I'm starting to feel important
For some cats [F] smile and ain't their style
But there's [Cm] something so evil [Bbm] about seeing a murderer's smile
A vile core is a tattoo [Fm] on your mind, suicidal act
If it'll eat you up [Bbm] inside like you swallowed maggots
By [N] accident, I mean lying to maintain
I'm fighting the biggest fight of my life, being seen
You [Bbm] gotta pack a black [Fm] Glock with stock
Extra clip, well shit [Bbm] gets stacked
You gotta punch a kid [Cm] dead in the [Fm] nose
If he ever tries to [Bbm] front in death
You need to pump a bag [F] of rose when listening to brutal shit [Bbm] like this
Yo, you gotta rock a [Fm] lambskin with a firm [Bbm] assopanacty bitch
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bbm]
What keeps making my ears hear a sound _
Maybe someone is being [Eb] underdown
I'm on the [Bbm] back burner, it keeps raining
_ _ _ _ [N] _