Chords for Twiztid - Whoop-Whoop (W/lyrics)
Tempo:
101.9 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Fm
F
Db
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Oh, but if you do it, you can do [E] it, if you're living it, you can live it.
[G] Six year old, who's lost sight of that good past.
[F] I'm [Ab] untouchable, sixteen ways to die, but I'd [F] rather just cut your throat.
I'm unlovable, breath through hay product, a date rape that you can't wait to [Fm] cremate.
I take lives for steak, knives and such, to leave so many [E] cuts there's nothing left to touch.
And I walk with the family, my [Em] stand on cash, G.
I put fears in your [F] eyes so you [Ab] had to see, that it had to be a [G] mass suicide that you're gathering.
What a [Ab] catastrophe, front page, blame it on [Bb] the, gate goat parole.
The twisted [Ab] resource in the tour bus, headed for the white house [Gm] lawn.
I can only be the, gate goat for so [Ab] long, you can, clear bones while I clear tattoo lines.
Show is sick like guts and brain [Fm] matter.
Womp womp, you never do what I do.
Womp womp, even if I became you.
You gotta let go [Ab] of the envy, cause on your best day you'll never be me.
Womp womp, you never do what I do.
Womp womp, [F] even if I became you.
[Fm] You gotta let go of the envy, cause on your best day you'll never be [Ebm] me.
[D] [F]
Wayne Gacy, Lascar, throw the whole inside your head and ask until you pass.
On a [Ab] mask, on cubby holes and cross face, a truck to haul.
A Barbie that double sided with two faces, like he'll chase and it grits the lace.
Stuck an axe in his [F] back and said it was a mistake.
Now the legend is dead, but the legacy lives [C] on.
Through the blood in my veins, every time I [Fm] spit on a song.
I'm Richard Ramirez with bloody [G] eyes.
Leave a pussy stolen and sold it with bloody alibis.
[Ab] I'm the guy with nine lives, the monster with fifty [Bbm] kills.
With a shotgun, throwin' the streets of Beverly [Ab] Hills.
I mean you're hooling like a street star.
[Db] Ready for whatever motherfucking thing that you gonna [Fm] take.
Mind another product of reality.
[F] Call it a blemish on the floor of society's vanity.
Womp womp, you never do [Ab] what I do.
Womp womp, [Fm] even if I became [Dbm] you.
You gotta let go of the envy, cause on your best day you'll [Dbm] never be me.
Womp [Db] womp, you never do what I do.
Womp [Fm] womp, even if I became you.
Womp womp, you gotta let go of the envy, [F] cause on your best [Fm] day you'll never be [Ab] me.
[D] [Eb] If [Bb] I [D] cut your tongue, I'd end up lying in a [Db] slate.
You still cut things, what the fuck I say?
I'm a [D] spit glove, and swallow a razor blade.
[Db] So I can spit clear, but every word I [Bb] say I'm [D] poisonous.
Better check your [Db] thermos, cause it's spiking all the coffee at your beautiful surface.
[Bb] I'm a psycho bad boy, on no purpose.
[Db] Better stop bad bitches, like a [Fm] taxidermist.
Womp womp.
Y'all can never do [Ab] what I do.
Womp womp.
[Fm] Even if I became you, womp womb.
You gotta let go of [Ab] the envy, Cause on your best [C] day you'll never be me.
[Fm] Womp womp.
Y'all can never do what I do.
Womp womp.
Even if I became you, womp womb.
You gotta let go of the envy, Cause on your best day you'll never be [Eb] me.
[N] [C]
[G] Six year old, who's lost sight of that good past.
[F] I'm [Ab] untouchable, sixteen ways to die, but I'd [F] rather just cut your throat.
I'm unlovable, breath through hay product, a date rape that you can't wait to [Fm] cremate.
I take lives for steak, knives and such, to leave so many [E] cuts there's nothing left to touch.
And I walk with the family, my [Em] stand on cash, G.
I put fears in your [F] eyes so you [Ab] had to see, that it had to be a [G] mass suicide that you're gathering.
What a [Ab] catastrophe, front page, blame it on [Bb] the, gate goat parole.
The twisted [Ab] resource in the tour bus, headed for the white house [Gm] lawn.
I can only be the, gate goat for so [Ab] long, you can, clear bones while I clear tattoo lines.
Show is sick like guts and brain [Fm] matter.
Womp womp, you never do what I do.
Womp womp, even if I became you.
You gotta let go [Ab] of the envy, cause on your best day you'll never be me.
Womp womp, you never do what I do.
Womp womp, [F] even if I became you.
[Fm] You gotta let go of the envy, cause on your best day you'll never be [Ebm] me.
[D] [F]
Wayne Gacy, Lascar, throw the whole inside your head and ask until you pass.
On a [Ab] mask, on cubby holes and cross face, a truck to haul.
A Barbie that double sided with two faces, like he'll chase and it grits the lace.
Stuck an axe in his [F] back and said it was a mistake.
Now the legend is dead, but the legacy lives [C] on.
Through the blood in my veins, every time I [Fm] spit on a song.
I'm Richard Ramirez with bloody [G] eyes.
Leave a pussy stolen and sold it with bloody alibis.
[Ab] I'm the guy with nine lives, the monster with fifty [Bbm] kills.
With a shotgun, throwin' the streets of Beverly [Ab] Hills.
I mean you're hooling like a street star.
[Db] Ready for whatever motherfucking thing that you gonna [Fm] take.
Mind another product of reality.
[F] Call it a blemish on the floor of society's vanity.
Womp womp, you never do [Ab] what I do.
Womp womp, [Fm] even if I became [Dbm] you.
You gotta let go of the envy, cause on your best day you'll [Dbm] never be me.
Womp [Db] womp, you never do what I do.
Womp [Fm] womp, even if I became you.
Womp womp, you gotta let go of the envy, [F] cause on your best [Fm] day you'll never be [Ab] me.
[D] [Eb] If [Bb] I [D] cut your tongue, I'd end up lying in a [Db] slate.
You still cut things, what the fuck I say?
I'm a [D] spit glove, and swallow a razor blade.
[Db] So I can spit clear, but every word I [Bb] say I'm [D] poisonous.
Better check your [Db] thermos, cause it's spiking all the coffee at your beautiful surface.
[Bb] I'm a psycho bad boy, on no purpose.
[Db] Better stop bad bitches, like a [Fm] taxidermist.
Womp womp.
Y'all can never do [Ab] what I do.
Womp womp.
[Fm] Even if I became you, womp womb.
You gotta let go of [Ab] the envy, Cause on your best [C] day you'll never be me.
[Fm] Womp womp.
Y'all can never do what I do.
Womp womp.
Even if I became you, womp womb.
You gotta let go of the envy, Cause on your best day you'll never be [Eb] me.
[N] [C]
Key:
Ab
Fm
F
Db
D
Ab
Fm
F
Oh, but if you do it, you can do [E] it, if you're living it, you can live it.
[G] _ Six year old, who's lost sight of that good past.
[F] I'm [Ab] untouchable, sixteen ways to die, but I'd [F] rather just cut your throat.
I'm unlovable, breath through hay product, a date rape that you can't wait to [Fm] cremate.
I take lives for steak, knives and such, to leave so many [E] cuts there's nothing left to touch.
And I walk with the family, my [Em] stand on cash, G.
I put fears in your [F] eyes so you [Ab] had to see, that it had to be a [G] mass suicide that you're gathering.
What a [Ab] catastrophe, front page, blame it on [Bb] the, gate goat parole.
The twisted [Ab] resource in the tour bus, headed for the white house [Gm] lawn.
I can only be the, gate goat for so [Ab] long, you can, clear bones while I clear tattoo lines.
Show is sick like guts and brain [Fm] matter.
Womp womp, you never do what I do.
Womp womp, even if I became you.
You gotta let go [Ab] of the envy, cause on your best day you'll never be me.
Womp womp, you never do what I do.
Womp womp, [F] even if I became you.
[Fm] You gotta let go of the envy, cause on your best day you'll never be [Ebm] me.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ Wayne Gacy, Lascar, throw the whole inside your head and ask until you pass.
On a [Ab] mask, on cubby holes and cross face, a truck to haul.
A Barbie that double sided with two faces, like he'll chase and it grits the lace.
Stuck an axe in his [F] back and said it was a mistake.
Now the legend is dead, but the legacy lives [C] on.
Through the blood in my veins, every time I [Fm] spit on a song.
I'm Richard Ramirez with bloody [G] eyes.
Leave a pussy stolen and sold it with bloody alibis.
[Ab] I'm the guy with nine lives, the monster with fifty [Bbm] kills.
With a shotgun, throwin' the streets of Beverly [Ab] Hills.
I mean you're hooling like a street star.
[Db] Ready for whatever motherfucking thing that you gonna [Fm] take.
Mind another product of reality.
[F] Call it a blemish on the floor of society's vanity.
Womp womp, you never do [Ab] what I do.
Womp womp, [Fm] even if I became [Dbm] you.
You gotta let go of the envy, cause on your best day you'll [Dbm] never be me.
Womp [Db] womp, you never do what I do.
Womp [Fm] womp, even if I became you.
Womp womp, you gotta let go of the envy, [F] cause on your best [Fm] day you'll never be [Ab] me.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] If [Bb] I [D] cut your tongue, I'd end up lying in a [Db] slate.
You still cut things, what the fuck I say?
I'm a [D] spit glove, and swallow a razor blade.
[Db] So I can spit clear, but every word I [Bb] say I'm [D] poisonous.
Better check your [Db] thermos, cause it's spiking all the coffee at your beautiful surface.
[Bb] I'm a psycho bad boy, on no purpose.
[Db] Better stop bad bitches, like a [Fm] taxidermist.
Womp womp.
Y'all can never do [Ab] what I do.
Womp womp.
[Fm] Even if I became you, womp womb.
You gotta let go of [Ab] the envy, Cause on your best [C] day you'll never be me.
[Fm] Womp womp.
Y'all can never do what I do.
Womp womp.
Even if I became you, womp womb.
You gotta let go of the envy, Cause on your best day you'll never be [Eb] me.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ Six year old, who's lost sight of that good past.
[F] I'm [Ab] untouchable, sixteen ways to die, but I'd [F] rather just cut your throat.
I'm unlovable, breath through hay product, a date rape that you can't wait to [Fm] cremate.
I take lives for steak, knives and such, to leave so many [E] cuts there's nothing left to touch.
And I walk with the family, my [Em] stand on cash, G.
I put fears in your [F] eyes so you [Ab] had to see, that it had to be a [G] mass suicide that you're gathering.
What a [Ab] catastrophe, front page, blame it on [Bb] the, gate goat parole.
The twisted [Ab] resource in the tour bus, headed for the white house [Gm] lawn.
I can only be the, gate goat for so [Ab] long, you can, clear bones while I clear tattoo lines.
Show is sick like guts and brain [Fm] matter.
Womp womp, you never do what I do.
Womp womp, even if I became you.
You gotta let go [Ab] of the envy, cause on your best day you'll never be me.
Womp womp, you never do what I do.
Womp womp, [F] even if I became you.
[Fm] You gotta let go of the envy, cause on your best day you'll never be [Ebm] me.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ Wayne Gacy, Lascar, throw the whole inside your head and ask until you pass.
On a [Ab] mask, on cubby holes and cross face, a truck to haul.
A Barbie that double sided with two faces, like he'll chase and it grits the lace.
Stuck an axe in his [F] back and said it was a mistake.
Now the legend is dead, but the legacy lives [C] on.
Through the blood in my veins, every time I [Fm] spit on a song.
I'm Richard Ramirez with bloody [G] eyes.
Leave a pussy stolen and sold it with bloody alibis.
[Ab] I'm the guy with nine lives, the monster with fifty [Bbm] kills.
With a shotgun, throwin' the streets of Beverly [Ab] Hills.
I mean you're hooling like a street star.
[Db] Ready for whatever motherfucking thing that you gonna [Fm] take.
Mind another product of reality.
[F] Call it a blemish on the floor of society's vanity.
Womp womp, you never do [Ab] what I do.
Womp womp, [Fm] even if I became [Dbm] you.
You gotta let go of the envy, cause on your best day you'll [Dbm] never be me.
Womp [Db] womp, you never do what I do.
Womp [Fm] womp, even if I became you.
Womp womp, you gotta let go of the envy, [F] cause on your best [Fm] day you'll never be [Ab] me.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Eb] If [Bb] I [D] cut your tongue, I'd end up lying in a [Db] slate.
You still cut things, what the fuck I say?
I'm a [D] spit glove, and swallow a razor blade.
[Db] So I can spit clear, but every word I [Bb] say I'm [D] poisonous.
Better check your [Db] thermos, cause it's spiking all the coffee at your beautiful surface.
[Bb] I'm a psycho bad boy, on no purpose.
[Db] Better stop bad bitches, like a [Fm] taxidermist.
Womp womp.
Y'all can never do [Ab] what I do.
Womp womp.
[Fm] Even if I became you, womp womb.
You gotta let go of [Ab] the envy, Cause on your best [C] day you'll never be me.
[Fm] Womp womp.
Y'all can never do what I do.
Womp womp.
Even if I became you, womp womb.
You gotta let go of the envy, Cause on your best day you'll never be [Eb] me.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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