Chords for CLUTCH-careful with that mic-(Lyrics On Screen)

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So tell me, when you think you practiced your last adaptitude test, did you know the answers
are easy to guess?
You rely on gimmicks to elude [Ab] your fans and [Bb] act all urban to jack up your sound scan.
What's the matter with you?
How come you write monosyllabically?
Is that to be stricken?
Your [Ab] entire vocabulary [Bb] is styled like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis.
I'm sick of your fuss, wrecking you in a state of sustained [Ab] animation.
[Bb] You and my stuff will offer the synopsis of Pippicus.
Me, Craig Mavicus.
Enough about you, let's talk about me and how single [Ab]-handedly I read a private [Bb] science
paper to strong me.
Digging Nobel prize for this question, the notions of reality.
Oh, but I digress.
You play [Ab] sorry, I play [Bb] chess.
Kingsbarn need free check.
Hey, go get some Percocets.
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_ Ice cream.
_ _ I already get mad.
Mmm, this is really good ice cream.
You want some of it?
Oh, my bad.
I didn't know you were lactose intolerant.
Makes you [Ab] ask ass [Bb] frightens off the girls' legs.
Only friends you keep are those you pay.
Always up and ready for the whack snack attack.
I carry [Ab] sandwiches around [Bb] in a straight edge style transport backpack.
Got the gadgets you can't fuck.
Showing money, you jumping a pond.
Go quack, quack, slap your arse, leaving a few completely unharmed.
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I always have my reason.
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I can't [Bb] hear you. _ _ _ _ _
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Now [Ab] look here.
[Bb] Folks, you and I know that the past ten years have been rather intense.
I'm ashamed to admit that [Bbm] I've been fooled by the seductions of [Ab] violence.
[F] Fooled walking around with ugly aura.
Sometimes I'm even tempted to seek the advice of [Bb] Dr.
Laura.
But I ignore it.
I take a deep breath in.
Count [Ab] to ten.
Ain't [Bb] gonna let it get under my skin.
[Bb] Take a deep breath in.
Count to ten.
Think of all the nice bitches that [Ab] I've been.
[Bb] Like that when I was waiting peace against the bits of glass.
I was trading [Bbm] in suits, threes, bio-eyes, [Ab] and pills.
[F] Off the roof of my body with the muscle of [Ab] steel.
I'm waiting for one song to get it done.
Finished rhyme.
[Bb] I have _ _ _ _ the money, what do you see?
_ _ I have the money, what do you see? _ _ _ _ _
[Db] I think it's true.
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I [Bb] can't hear you.
I have the money, what do you see?
I have the money, what do you _ _ _ see?
[Ab] I think [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] it's true. _ _ _
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