Hepcat Season(with Skinneerbox) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em][Am]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
[Em]Hey Hollywood,
[B]I g[Em]ot one thousand spy boys,
[D]calling me [Em]on the phone,
meeting me on the street,
sending [B]me e -mails,
[Em]saying Mr. Look [Am]-So -Foolish
said [D]that open season [B]is
now [Em]closed.
Well you're very brave,
but the only difference
between a rut and a grave [Am]is a[D] death,
[Em]and[B]
Let [Em]me be frank,
you don't put a [B]knife [Em]on a tank
King of this gang,
from bank to bank give thanks
I'll spank your behind,
cause I'm a lyrical popper
Yes I'm living it up,
and you'll never live this down
And I would never cover
jumping [B]my crown
that you got with your [Em]burger
Attempted murder won't get you no further
If Sky DJ's a sheep,
then I am the herder
With [B]a whole heap of birdshot,
maximum [Em]amount
Dingo, I ate your baby,
and she said it was very [B]nice
Gaze [Em]in , smell like some
broken night wind to me
A bad scent in the dark,
but I'll barge back [B]at you
With a blast of this hot [Em]air , yes it's hot
But this lyric's mine,
we'll turn a volcano
And I am the belching of a fire
[B]I am the living torch
[Em]Learn as you watch me burn
and turn the tables
I am Alpha and Omega
I am the ultimate [B]fulfillment of the scout
Ready -s[Em]ized man with a
marathon plan
Standing long and running strong
And I was handed the bottle to you
You write one [B]song in two years
and this is about me?
[Em]Well, as they say, imitation
is a sincere form of flattery
But listen here,
DJ is my business [B]on a daily basis
That's [Em]why you are a desert
and I am an oasis
Why, tell the truth now,
didn't I used [B]to see your face
Before a razor touched [Em]you,
smoking a spliff at my place
Groove to the sky at my dance
Son, you're way off base,
[B]so hide your face in this space
Be[Em]cause I know a place
where ain't nobody crying
I am not the flesh and bone,
I [B]am wearing a mask
And I'm [Em]foolin' you, said I'm foolin' you
I am the pyrrhic at the end
of your sentence
And this [B]is my vengeance
You're way pas[Em]t your pentence
But you don't dent my armor
As I ring the alarm
And the next soundboard fall
And my bar [B]keeps bouncin' right along
[Em]Man, I chat more lyrics
in my morning shower
One quarter of an hour
Than you ever record in [B]your whole life
And while [Em]you did perform
A fair characterization of a DJ
I'll slay you in my sleep with styles
And make you weep away
As the people sail my way
Because they [D]know my [Em]vocal ride
Blow and sink your barnacle
dingy in the bin
[B]Ah! [Em]Epgat season[Am]
Just as [B]I put down my guns
[Em]And come out the kitchen
with a new batch of sticky spongy buns
[Am]You walk in thinking
[D]that you're right on time
[Em]Well, some may [C]say
[B]better late than never
But [Em]I don't think so[B]
[Em]