Bottle Rocket Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C#]M .I[Bm] .C.[Em][D]
M .I [A].C.[D][Bm]
[C#]M .I .C.
The grim reaper will [D]reap so
don't [C#]sleep or make a peep
I'm deep, [Bm]I got a shawty
and it pumps like [Em]a
G
As [D]it pump, you weep,
your options [A]creep
I'm not pumping [D]daylight [F#m]soul,
I'm [C#]pumping little creeps
In heaps and heaps of lead
like sheep that led
To their [Bm]deathbed, fed,
instead of making [Em]bread that [E]left [D]dead
Ripped to shreds, twis[A]ted, hangin'
[D]I r[F#m]est heads to be[C#]d like
club head get wise
[F#m]Real i[Bm]ze that sometimes
[C#]hypnotize emcees
To my rhymes and lines
that they memorize
Strap kick, dick sticks, built [D]like dick sticks
The [C#]two picks, I kick ass,
quick and sick like a karate flick
Chop you like a brick, you tick
Flame [D]brother, either [Bm]father,
brother, king or mix
[Em]But [E]you'[D]re dope as shit,
you dick, I stick [A]niggas [D]up
Cause [C#]I'm a lunatic,
my victims are handpicked
You wiped off like [D]lipstick,
[C#]seasick or homesick
[Bm]Pretend I'm glad you beat
that ass with a [E]boomstick
[D]Say one word, and yes,
your ass [A]I'll chase
[D]That's [C#]not gas, that's fear in your face
Help the words, no handshake,
you're soft like cheesecake
Tough [Bm]like beefsteak,
but sweet like [Em]shortcake
[E]A you[D]ng star, my fall, that's up the bar[A]
No [D]matter who you [C#]are,
I'll be ready to spar
Cause the mic is [F#m]a crow[C#]bar,
[Bm]my rhymes are solar
[C#]Classy like a jaguar,
the microphone all -star
Grim's a diehard, [D]chill on [Bm]the b[C#]oulevard
With my body[D]guard, he's big like it's
[C#]St.
Bernard's in war
I declare, so be aware, it's so fair
Cause you can't [Bm]compare
gold to silverware
[Em]I
DES[D]TROY!
You the fuck on my path,
you inter[A]fering with me
[D]Go [C#]against me nigga,
you don't want no dealers with
I
DESTROY!
You the fuck on my path,
you interfering with me
[Bm]Go against me nigga,
you don't want no [Em]dealers [E]with me
[D]DESTROY!
the fuck on my path,
you inter[A]fering with me
[D]Go [Bm]against me nigg[C#]a,
you don't want no dealers
You can't cause a dent to
my demented senses
Relent[Bm]less pain, no novocaine I [E]drill like a [D]dentist,
couldn't prevent this
[A]Heart like ce[D]ment tape, [C#]musical rape,
leave you hanging like drapes
I crush microphones like they were grapes
On [Bm]tour, I make a lot of paints
[Em]But the [D]words you heard,
I meant this I de[A]signed this shape, I [Bm]bent [D]this track
[C#]Sent this whack apprentice
ass right [D]back
To the drawing [C#]board, it was a [D]joke
[Bm]To the rhyme, overlord,
[Em]over[E]lord[D], overlord soul
[A]Catch the [D]wave like coke,
let you [C#]float like a surfboard
Stompin' the streets, I tear [D]up [C#]clubs
You reach [Bm]for the mic and
I leave you with [Em]nub s
A [D]frog brings sales like a bag [A]of chips
When a [D]rapper [C#]try to flip,
or either give me lip
Catch me at my maddest,
that's [D]when I [C#]write my baddest [Bm]shit
Then I lock like a [Em]pick on the [D]paper
Sic em, another victim [A]for the
[D]musical [Bm]raper
Round [C#]ripper, style stripper, non -hipper
Sharp [Bm]like a [F#m]nail clipper
I'm [Bm]bigger [D]than both of the dippers
And [C#]very dapper,
[Bm]I'll go deeper [C#]than flipper
[D]But when it [Bm]come to rappers,
rappers, rappers
[D]Huh, y 'all just little [C#]whipper[D]snapper[C#]s
[D]So [C#]what up, what up, punk, shut up
I'll [Bm]get your jaw broke like
Grazer[Em]utter
[D]Ah shit, I'm at it again
[A]Chasing[D] mot[Bm]herfuckers lik[C#]e I'm
Rin
Tin
Tin
The final [D]chapter, [C#]no more laughter
As I bomb [Bm]your ass just like the day af[Em]ter
No [D]nuclear warheads, cause instead
[A]All rhy[D]mes are[F#m] lost by the
[C#]kid who's fed
We're infrared to pinpoint the joint
All the place, [Bm]all the person I chase face
[Em]So w[D]alk, and don't try to
talk when I [A]start to stalk
[D]I don[Bm]'t discriminate,
[C#]Grim
Reaper hates
[Bm]All
MCs who grab the microphone
Yes, I dislike them wheth
[Bm]er they're friend or foe
So yo, I start to throw deadly body blows
Eight -punch combos, I turn stars into
John
Doe's
So if you see me at a show, you better
G .O.
And tiptoe your ass out the fuckin' door
I film my shows with a
Handycam
Before I go on, I sip some brandy and
Sprinkle sweet rhymes like the
Candyman
And I cripple
MCs, make them handy, man
I destroy
Get the fuck out my path