Chords for Boondox & Esham-I Murder

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Talk you up just like a kid in Rogers Roaster in Jethro Bates with things like bars and Sammy Sosa
I'll leave you hanging like a Barbarella poster.
There's just a feeling that's just me.
[C#] I'm getting [F#m] close
I'll pick up on them like a rhino when I have a lance
I straight surprise them like a wino playing grab an ass and then it's just like a rooster in a henhouse
Strip you asshole naked then expose you like it's penthouse
They say I'm sick as fuck for all the things that I've been doing
I say it's fucking rude to swallow bitches without chewing
I guess we all got little issues I [F#] can do with that [A] if you can live with knowing [F#] only a little [F#m] piece of body fat
I don't know why they wanna lock me up for what I do
[A] Always keep my plate and only [F#m] murder prostitutes.
They should have bought me motherfucker
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_ Must not drive you step with a screwdriver my whole head on fire
_ _ And I don't talk about it to find your body with a white line of talk around it
I don't live here cuz murder is a game dead bodies in my backyard from back in the day
Still spit my wicked ways busting [F#] off kids.
I'm the number one [F#m] assassin
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_ _ Fish and I'm a fuck them in there fucking nice.
I get the dirt.
They didn't blood
They spill cup in my front pocket [G#] besides they [F#m] got they kick some dudes and fucking little kids and I don't swing like that
I like them bitches
I killed your mama and your daddy and your little sister.
Your grandma wasn't in the house
So I'm mr.
Mr.
I caught her ass at the stove cash and bottles in and took a prescription pills and made a swallow
I always bring a lot of case.
I need that shit to go how to cook up
Now this piece of shit you need to know I gotta write a book on how to do a field dressing how to leave
the coffee looking real
I'm gonna kill off the heel a nigga with a trigger a key a hair on me your pockets get bigger
Well, I think of vampires ain't [F#] dealer with my secret.
[F#m] Then you call me the blood _ _ _ _ _
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