Chords for Sleepy Hollow (Slopped & Chewed)
Tempo:
125.7 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
B
Gb
Eb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Oh, Mr.
Script?
[F] [Ebm]
Uh,
[Gb] how did you spell [B] that?
[Ebm]
[B] DJ Scrappy with the airway.
DJ Scrappy with the airway. Slightly overrated,
[Gbm] I'm overbeerated
by cops, critics,
cynical assholes
that they created.
My style's jagged, but [Ebm] my attitude
seems jaded, like a diamond
that's shining, heavily invaded
from six months with chips
that's stinking too long.
I'm in the business of painting
the bad news overgators.
Uh, you read it?
I've been waiting.
I've been in the pool with your body shakin'.
I've been naked.
Man, fuck your vacation.
My narration of your generation
meant an mutation, with starvation of salvation.
But what's the [B] truth, bruh?
I'm the motherfucking rapper, Patrick Baker.
Freddy and Jason
spit and can't fight.
[Ebm] Michael Myers, mother face with the
number of vampires.
[Gb] I'm retired, the rap rappers
speak and they fresh, but not so dry.
You're gonna be mad, [Ebm] snatched,
busted and swear.
How could you
spread?
Think it'd be the bread
that makes them get to you?
Motherfucking catch it?
I'll bite the chunk
out your neck, make your head on the
[Gb] gadget.
And that's it.
[B] Here's what I want you to taste.
Got some [Gb] lemonade.
Seven-point West Tag.
Russ and God's blowin' tag.
What?
[Ebm] It's that junkie that you heard of.
Smoked some dope, then
maybe slap a beer.
[Eb] Not talkin' females, just them rappers
on that bag of shit.
Pimp-mackin' shit, hoes on that
ex and they chill.
[Ebm] Used to hear that word, just ask
any junkie who use it.
Cadillac, Cruze and the Fuse.
Some dope
that hair rhymes so soothing
with a black bitch who
plain cute.
Then hail
Mary, [B] the white
Tupac, rockin' some white
tube socks.
No long-drain,
just tats and two glocks.
[Ebm] Make them beat
with them faders.
Drop some acid, tell that boy
I'll decavitate ya.
[B] Peace on my
week of [Ebm] day.
Got some
mozzled lemon in the hay.
Seven-point West Tag.
Russ and God's [Gb] blowin' tag.
[Eb] [Cm]
Russ and God's blowin' tag.
Scream it.
[Ab]
Five-nine-six.
Bitch.
Script?
[F] [Ebm]
Uh,
[Gb] how did you spell [B] that?
[Ebm]
[B] DJ Scrappy with the airway.
DJ Scrappy with the airway. Slightly overrated,
[Gbm] I'm overbeerated
by cops, critics,
cynical assholes
that they created.
My style's jagged, but [Ebm] my attitude
seems jaded, like a diamond
that's shining, heavily invaded
from six months with chips
that's stinking too long.
I'm in the business of painting
the bad news overgators.
Uh, you read it?
I've been waiting.
I've been in the pool with your body shakin'.
I've been naked.
Man, fuck your vacation.
My narration of your generation
meant an mutation, with starvation of salvation.
But what's the [B] truth, bruh?
I'm the motherfucking rapper, Patrick Baker.
Freddy and Jason
spit and can't fight.
[Ebm] Michael Myers, mother face with the
number of vampires.
[Gb] I'm retired, the rap rappers
speak and they fresh, but not so dry.
You're gonna be mad, [Ebm] snatched,
busted and swear.
How could you
spread?
Think it'd be the bread
that makes them get to you?
Motherfucking catch it?
I'll bite the chunk
out your neck, make your head on the
[Gb] gadget.
And that's it.
[B] Here's what I want you to taste.
Got some [Gb] lemonade.
Seven-point West Tag.
Russ and God's blowin' tag.
What?
[Ebm] It's that junkie that you heard of.
Smoked some dope, then
maybe slap a beer.
[Eb] Not talkin' females, just them rappers
on that bag of shit.
Pimp-mackin' shit, hoes on that
ex and they chill.
[Ebm] Used to hear that word, just ask
any junkie who use it.
Cadillac, Cruze and the Fuse.
Some dope
that hair rhymes so soothing
with a black bitch who
plain cute.
Then hail
Mary, [B] the white
Tupac, rockin' some white
tube socks.
No long-drain,
just tats and two glocks.
[Ebm] Make them beat
with them faders.
Drop some acid, tell that boy
I'll decavitate ya.
[B] Peace on my
week of [Ebm] day.
Got some
mozzled lemon in the hay.
Seven-point West Tag.
Russ and God's [Gb] blowin' tag.
[Eb] [Cm]
Russ and God's blowin' tag.
Scream it.
[Ab]
Five-nine-six.
Bitch.
Key:
Ebm
B
Gb
Eb
F
Ebm
B
Gb
_ _ _ _ Oh, _ _ _ _ _ Mr.
Script? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ _ Uh, _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ how did you spell [B] that? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ DJ Scrappy with the airway.
_ _ DJ Scrappy _ _ with the airway. Slightly overrated,
[Gbm] I'm overbeerated
by cops, critics,
cynical assholes
that they created.
My style's jagged, but [Ebm] my attitude
seems jaded, like a diamond
that's shining, heavily invaded
from six months with chips
that's stinking too long.
I'm in the business of painting
the bad news overgators.
Uh, _ you read it?
I've been waiting.
I've been in the pool with your body shakin'.
I've been naked.
Man, fuck your vacation.
My narration of your generation
meant an mutation, with starvation of salvation.
But what's the [B] truth, bruh?
I'm the motherfucking rapper, Patrick Baker.
Freddy and Jason
spit and can't fight.
[Ebm] Michael Myers, mother face with the
number of vampires.
[Gb] I'm retired, the rap rappers
speak and they fresh, but not so dry.
You're gonna be mad, [Ebm] snatched,
busted and swear.
How could you
spread?
Think it'd be the bread
that makes them get to you?
Motherfucking catch it?
I'll bite the chunk
out your neck, make your head on the
[Gb] gadget.
And that's it. _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ Here's what I want you to taste.
_ _ Got some _ [Gb] lemonade.
_ _ _ Seven-point West Tag.
_ _ Russ and God's blowin' tag.
What?
[Ebm] It's that junkie that you heard of.
Smoked some dope, then
maybe slap a beer.
[Eb] Not talkin' females, just them rappers
on that bag of shit.
Pimp-mackin' shit, hoes on that
ex and they chill.
_ [Ebm] Used to hear that word, just ask
any junkie who use it.
Cadillac, Cruze and the Fuse.
Some dope
that hair rhymes so soothing
with a black bitch who
plain cute.
Then hail
Mary, [B] the white
Tupac, rockin' some white
tube socks.
No long-drain,
just tats and two glocks.
[Ebm] _ Make them beat
with them faders.
Drop some acid, tell that boy
I'll decavitate ya.
[B] _ _ _ Peace on my
week of [Ebm] day.
_ _ _ Got some
mozzled lemon in the hay.
_ _ _ Seven-point West Tag.
_ _ Russ and God's [Gb] blowin' tag.
[Eb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Russ and God's blowin' tag.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Scream it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Five-nine-six. _ _
Bitch. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Script? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ _ Uh, _ _
_ _ _ [Gb] _ how did you spell [B] that? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ DJ Scrappy with the airway.
_ _ DJ Scrappy _ _ with the airway. Slightly overrated,
[Gbm] I'm overbeerated
by cops, critics,
cynical assholes
that they created.
My style's jagged, but [Ebm] my attitude
seems jaded, like a diamond
that's shining, heavily invaded
from six months with chips
that's stinking too long.
I'm in the business of painting
the bad news overgators.
Uh, _ you read it?
I've been waiting.
I've been in the pool with your body shakin'.
I've been naked.
Man, fuck your vacation.
My narration of your generation
meant an mutation, with starvation of salvation.
But what's the [B] truth, bruh?
I'm the motherfucking rapper, Patrick Baker.
Freddy and Jason
spit and can't fight.
[Ebm] Michael Myers, mother face with the
number of vampires.
[Gb] I'm retired, the rap rappers
speak and they fresh, but not so dry.
You're gonna be mad, [Ebm] snatched,
busted and swear.
How could you
spread?
Think it'd be the bread
that makes them get to you?
Motherfucking catch it?
I'll bite the chunk
out your neck, make your head on the
[Gb] gadget.
And that's it. _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ Here's what I want you to taste.
_ _ Got some _ [Gb] lemonade.
_ _ _ Seven-point West Tag.
_ _ Russ and God's blowin' tag.
What?
[Ebm] It's that junkie that you heard of.
Smoked some dope, then
maybe slap a beer.
[Eb] Not talkin' females, just them rappers
on that bag of shit.
Pimp-mackin' shit, hoes on that
ex and they chill.
_ [Ebm] Used to hear that word, just ask
any junkie who use it.
Cadillac, Cruze and the Fuse.
Some dope
that hair rhymes so soothing
with a black bitch who
plain cute.
Then hail
Mary, [B] the white
Tupac, rockin' some white
tube socks.
No long-drain,
just tats and two glocks.
[Ebm] _ Make them beat
with them faders.
Drop some acid, tell that boy
I'll decavitate ya.
[B] _ _ _ Peace on my
week of [Ebm] day.
_ _ _ Got some
mozzled lemon in the hay.
_ _ _ Seven-point West Tag.
_ _ Russ and God's [Gb] blowin' tag.
[Eb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Russ and God's blowin' tag.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Scream it. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Five-nine-six. _ _
Bitch. _ _ _ _ _ _ _