Chords for MF Doom - Potholderz

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[Eb] _ [Db] _ [A] _ _ [Dm] I strive to be humble [Eb] lest I stumble, never sold a jumbo [A] or copped chicken wings with [Dm] mumbo sauce.
Heisen is a foul holocaust.
[Eb] Hitler [A] gashed your whole head up with poetry and venom.
[Dm] Ignore Colin Blair.
Stand up, get up, [Eb] lunge [Db] for your knife.
[A] Don't forget your pot [Dm] holders.
_ Hot shit.
[Eb] What?
These [Db] old things?
[A] About to throw them away [Dm] with the gold needs that make them don't fit like [Eb] OJ.
[Db] Usually I [A] take them off with oil or ole.
[Dm] MC's is crabs in a barrel, pass the old [Eb] bay.
[F] Hot as hell and [A] it's a cold day in it.
[Dm] Working on a way that we can roll away tinning.
[Eb] Some [Db] say the price of holding heat [A] is often too [Dm] high.
You either be in a coffin or you be the new [Eb] guy.
[Db] The one that's [A] too fly to eat soup [Dm] pie.
Never too busy when it comes down to you and [Eb] I.
[Db] A lot of niggas wish to die.
[Dm] You need to hold these horses.
It's bigger fish for [Eb] fry.
You're [Db] on the list.
[A] If not, pick a number [Dm] spot.
Ten and a half Tim's is made to kick your bumper [Eb] clot.
[Db] [A] Coulda had a F [Dm]-150 quad cab but I'll be [Eb] straight.
Money comes and goes [A] like that two bit pussy [Dm] that night that tried to rush me.
Dwight passed the [Eb] dutchie so I [Db] could calm down [A] so they don't get it twisted.
[Dm] Take it from the fire side and won't get flisted.
[Eb] Got it.
What [Dm] happened?
Oh, it's not lit.
These metal fingers be holding hot shit.
When [Eb] I was four, I [Bbm] penned God [A] was born in New York [Dm] back in 77.
Still got nan in the present.
[Eb] Yep, that's [A] it.
So God's presence is thick unlike [Dm] vapor.
Estorol, extra roll, word, [Eb] Lubeca.
Peace [Db] to the hardworking gingerbread bakers.
[Dm] Looked up and down, said, hmm, too much makeup.
[Eb] Poor [A] music tastes ten years from being grown up.
[D] Rappers don't blow up, heads do.
[F] Aw, [Eb] shit.
My [Db] name is Dwight [A] Spitz.
I'm a sonic addict.
[Dm] I used to think it was merely a nagging habit.
[Eb] Born [Db] under a bad [A] sign.
I'm serious [Dm] about this curse of mine.
I strive to flip it in a fine [Eb] wine.
Barely [Db] born a virgin [A] is what the stars said.
[Dm] Black, not white.
Red all over, though, like Elmo.
[Eb] 28 [F] years [A] have passed.
I feel I'm peaking.
[Dm] I make music every weekend.
[Eb] It's a chore, [F] a fact [A] of life, a labor [Dm] of love.
I get mad love, but I detest the labor [Eb] and its wages.
[Db] You know, [A] death.
I'm serving [Dm] life on this gift of God.
Don't forget your [Eb] potholders, my [Db] niggas.
I'm Mojadri.
[Dm] _ _ Mojadri.
[Eb] _ [Db] _ [A] Mojadri.
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[Eb] _ [Db] _ [A] _ [Dm] Mojadri. _ _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ [Dm] Mojadri. _ _ _
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