Erotic chords and lyrics - GANKSTA NIP

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Psyc[F]h Daddy, can me an[Am]d my three
friends come and play with you
Tonight?
[Bb]Oh y[Am]eah, [G]you and yo[F]ur three fri[C]ends
can come play [G]with me
Tonight, and you [Am]and y[C#]our three
[Am]friends can [C]come pay w[Am]ith[C]
Tonight, you know what [Am]I'm sayin?
[Dm]Big [Am]Syke, you [Cm]know w[C]hat
[Cm]I'm talkin' about.
Erot[Am]ic, [F]exot[Dm]ic, a[F]nd a litt[Dm]le psyc[F]hot[Am]ic.
[Bdim]

[Interlude 1]
[Bb][Am][Bm]
[Bb][Am][Bdim][Bb][Am][F]
Picture a [Am]room

[Verse 2]
where a con lives,
[F]it's dark inside
[G]New[Am]spaper clippins on the wall,
[F]from vics that died
[G]Blood [Am]everywhere,
you can tell the [F]psycho went through
He [G]had [Am]darts in their faces up
to number fifty two
Psycho Uh, stalkin [C]niggas,
[Am]butcher [Bm]knives stays [Bb]handy
He would [Am]sit inside the park,
and laugh and [Bm]give [Bb]kid s candy
They [Am]say he was [C]weird,
but the [Bm]bodies [Bb]he killed
He [Am]always scratched off the
names of the [F]people he killed
Real [Am]slow, Pysch torture style,
[F]pass me the scis[G]sors
[Am]And cut off microscopic
[F]pieces like a mirror
[G]Terror [Am]screams,
let me [F]know the spinal was crumbled
By the [Am]gestures they made and the
[G]words that [Am]they mumbled
Maybe I can slice a [Bm]throat when I'm ready
[Bb]It takes practice,[Am]
training to keep [Bm]a nail gun steady
[Am]You should yell when it clicks,
'cause [Bm]blood finna [Bb]seep
An[Am]d bring a hundred thousand mourn
[F]ers and children to weep
[Am][Chorus: x8] Erotic

[Verse 3]
and [F]exotic[Am][F][G][Am]
And a [F]little psychotic
[Am][Bm][Am]

[Verse 4]
Graveyards [Bm]in my[Bbm] slaughter h[Bb]ouse[Am][Bm]
[Bbm][Am][Bm][Bbm][Am]
[F][Am][F][G]
[F]Mutil[Am]ation and bacteria to [F]straight cats [G]?
You can [Am]bet that yours is full of
healthy [F]humans and mice
Kinda [Am]lookin' like a fleshy
big [C]pot ful[Am]la rice
Twenty people dead, strangled,
[F]uh that's my [Bb]hobby
When I [Am]die you think I'm dead, but
[Bm]I really [Bb]switched bodies
I'm [Am]standing there, [C]watchin',
[Am]they put h[Bm]im in the g[Bb]round
Blow [Am]a sweet when it's over,
I'll go [F]kill downtown
Cops [Am]don't understand,
they [F]thought he was bluffin'
[G]The[F]y say the off[Am]icer went crazy
when he [F]murdered a dozen
[Am]Other cops and didn't
? 'cause [F]life ain't fair
They [G]put his [Am]body in the chair,
but his [F]mind wasn't there
[Am]Soul snatcher, got cha,
[Bm]hit him with a h[Bbm]eavy r[Bb]ight
[Am]Hold him, hug him,
[Bm]hit him [Bb]with a heavy p[Am]ipe
Burn him, scorch [C]him,
[Bm]you can bet the [Bb]people saw it
[Am]Leave him there for thirty minutes,
[F]you'll see the birds ?
[Am][Chorus: x8]

[Outro 1]
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