Murda Rush chords and lyrics - GANKSTA NIP

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[Intro 1]
[Em][Bb][A][D][Em][G]
[D]
[Em]
[Bb]It's

[Verse 1]
your boy
[A]Gangsta
Nip on a mother[Em]fuckin' murder [A]rush,
nigga, deep [D]game[Em]
[Bb]I'm comin' up out of
South
Park an[A]d I'm a [D]psycho
[Em]pathic [G]murderer
Bustin' with this 12 gauge,
[D]watch me [Em]bring to [D]life the
[Bb]Southside
Slayer with these 12 [A]blades
[D]Touch him with a tick,
[A]then you teach him who's a rider
Felt like [Em]fire, flamin' [A]fast,
[Bb]from a flathead screwdriver
Who's the [Em]bitch talkin' shit?
Under[G]mine me if you wanna
lay my bark
[Em]That your [Bb]name stretched from
here to around the corner
You [G]always capping [Em]like you
big [A]bad posing a threat
But if you [D]jump I'll [Em]snap that nick,
[Bb]then I'll holla who's next
Head[G]s racked, [Em]uh, motherfuckin',
it ain't no [G]bitch in my heart
Nigga, you [Em]ain't from
Houston,
Texas, [Bb]nigga, you ain't from
South
Park
Frank
[G]Costel[D]lo, gangsta nip, [A]with a tap of
Frank
Nitti
I heard some niggas [Bb]ran your ass
out your own damn city
Went get you, [Em]flee to
South
Park
It's [G]murder he wrote,
but in reality [Em]he's [D]desperate
[Bb]He been flat broke,
but [G]let [D]me [Em]tell you
[A]When push come to shove,
it ain't shit to kill a [Bb]partner
when it ain't no love
My [G]mind [D]stays [Em]psychotic,
[G]brain flesh is torn
Scream[D]s o[Em]f it,
con[D]vincing [Bb]like I'm children of the [A]corn
[Bb]Drain the [Em]blood like a flood,
[A]for annihilation
[D]Mortuary morgue,
maniac [Bb]master of manipulation
[G]I'm[Em] a psychopath,
[G]quick to snatch me a life
Chain[D]saw [Em]chops bones ten
[Bb]times quicker than a [A]knife
So where the [Em]motherfuck
[A]get the job done?
Take his [D]finger,
[Em]snap it an[D]d snap[Bb] every last one [A]by o[Bb]ne[D]
[Em]Bitch, his [G]arm is swole raw
Then take some scissors,
[Em]then quick[G]ly cut h[Bb]im up into cold slaw
Dag[G]gin' [Em]with the rope,
[A]then you tie him to the chair
If his [D]body [Em]crumbles [D]up,
[Bb]then you leave him right there
[G]Bullets [D]come, [Em]bullets go, [G]that's a fact
It's actual rappin',
[D]I would b[Em]low his f[D]ace through
[Bb]Feelin' supernatural[A][Em]
Homicide, hom[A]icide, homicide,
I'll fetch one
[D]Body's [Em]floatin' in the [Bb]air,
beware when I [A]catch one
[D]Do him [Em]like me,
[G]and I wouldn't wanna be his ass
[Em]Dead or burned, creepin' [Bb]monkey monkey,
yo, we see your [A]ass
Put him [Em]in the scope,
[A]blast out a socket
Nig[D]gas [Em]grab your [D]gas, [Bb]cock it, shoot
Houston rockets
[G]spreading [D]ooga [Em]booga weed,
rushing [G]up to my head
gee, [D]niggas [Em]won't stop [Bb]before I come,
ever so deadly
[G]Crack my face with [Em]a pipe,
[A]then you run over me
remake my [D]brain,
surgery un[Bb]til I'm done with you
[A]cut off [D]pieces, [Em]add pieces,
[G]and move like a cobra
dead uncles and [D]aunties,
[Bb]you fed to the vulture[A]s
[Bb]peel your [D]skin like [Em]an orange,
so [A]now I'm peeping inside
you tell the [D]different or[Em]ganisms,
[Bb]it's impossible to [A]hide
I'll take [D]a simp[Em]le fork,
[G]eating bodies ain't fair
by the time the [Em]cops appear,
it [Bb]look like
Ricky's been there
[A]Get me [Bb]a broke[A] bottl[Em]e, a[A]nd
Fiat'll do fine
Top him up in [Bb]sandwich bags,
please put cheese on mine
[Em]Graveyard, morti[G]cians
dig the hole real deep
And since he's white, wake him [Bb]up and bend his ass,
get [A]speech[D][Em][A][D][Em][D][Bb]
[G][D][Em][G][Em][Bb]
[G][A][Em][A][Em][Bb]
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