Chords for WAX - BAD COMPANY

_ _ _ _ Yo, [C#] what up, this is Wax.
_ [D#] I want a [C] preemptive strike by saying [C#] in the second verse of this song
[A#] I do have an old [C] recycled line because this song is like [F] five years old
I just [C] never put it out.
[G#m] Shout out to [A#] EOM on the beat, of [G#m] course.
This song is called [Fm] Bad Company, yo.
_ _ [C#] _ [F] _ _
We unidentified flying object, y'all volcanic grade 5 science [G] project.
What are they [F] smoking?
_ _ Oh how I [C#] loathe them.
[F] I'm that motherfucker that eats the butter wrap your stomach turns straight no taser chugging rappers till my [E] gullet burns.
What a foul _ [F] _ mannered guest. _ _
_ _ _ Yes, take a minute out of your busy schedule [G] to compare then put your cap back on and go sit [C#] back in your dunce chair.
_ [F] And have fun there embodying the sentiment that [Cm] God's unfair.
[C#m] Snatch the mic so fast [F] from your frickin arm that the meat rips in your hand looks like [C#] chicken parm. _ _
_ [F] Make a little sandwich have it on the French roll bagel or a bandage. _ _
We [C] eating [F] all your food. _
[G] We treating y'all [C#] so _ [C] rude.
_ _ _ [F] We're Bad Company. _
_ _ Wow wow. _ _
We're beating on your door. _
_ Sleeping [C#] on your floor. _
_ [F] _ _ We're Bad Company.
This is the recycled part right here, yo.
[C] _ My [F] man E should be getting like 30 G's every time that he's on the boards like [C#] Qwerty Keys. _ _
_ [F] _ Turkey please the cold lamp make your whole camp all Shirley freeze.
Party please.
Rappers saying as they down on their dirty knees begging for one slice of [C#] Mercy Cheese. _ _
We lead [F] them to the mousetrap one sweet taste and the bar comes down splat.
Lay it out flat like a lie to disrespect your own mom that type of [C#m] guy y'all
G-N-A-T [F] that type of fly.
We the type of fly from the movie to fly.
[C] We superfly.
[C#m] The human eye is too slow to [F] scrutinize.
Especially when your brain came [G] in extra small [C#] stupid size. _
You're [F] frickin moron you.
We've been hocking loogies in your chicken cordon bleu.
Timmy. _ _
We eating all your food. _
We're [Gm] treating y'all [C#] so rude. _
_ [F] _ _ We're Bad Company. _
_ _ [Fm] Wow wow. _ _
[F#] We're beating [F] on your door. _ _
_ [Gm] Sleeping on [C#m] your _ [C] floor.
_ [F] _ We're Bad Company. _
Yo.
_ You could [C#m] reside in the north or live [C] in the south.
It [F] don't matter where [D#] you live.
We gon' visit [C#] your house.
Stage dive off [C] your table.
[Fm] Moss pit on your couch.
[C] When we kitchen crowd surfin you get kicked in the mouth.
When [C#m] the freakin brown bourbon that we sipping [C] runs out.
[F#] Every single [F] downed person in my clique [G] will run out.
[C#] Cuz we all know what time it [F] is.
It's time to set fire to your mama's crib.
[C#] You [F] dummy. _ _
We [C] eating all [F] your food.
Yeah.
We're [G] sleeping.
_ [C#m] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ We're Bad Company.
It's hot as fuck in here yo.
_ _ _ But we're beating on [F] your door _ and we're sleeping on [C#] your floor. _ _
_ _ [F] We're Bad Company. _
Yo shout out [C] to EOM.
_ I wasn't talking about EOM's [F] mother in this.
_ But you can [G] take it as a shot at your mom [C#] if you want to. _
Don't invite [F] us over.
You know. _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _