Chords for Ouija Macc - You're Dead (feat. Violent J) Official Music Video

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_ _ _ [D] I heard that you was talking home, they thought I never knew, but the [C#] streets don't only listen,
they be talking to me too.
Slither through my garden, I'm a chopper smakin' too.
In your cabin with the saboteurs, we calculating boom.
_ Jump out the plume, I'ma just follow the moon.
Well look at that, that shit can't let me be you, bitch.
You lied to my face, now you gonna lie in a stew.
[C#] My hat's just right in America, China gonna get a monsoon.
[D] _ I look so neat, just for the butterfly in the effect.
[C#] Spottin' cowards in the bloody shower, till the tub fillin' you slip.
[D] Toast the rent until it's short to power, cause it gotta be death of respect.
[G#] Just for the maggots without any loyalty, the wagons have come to [D] collect.
Tell me, what's it like to be dead?
Can you smell your rotting lips?
Is it a trip when [C#] your skin rips?
Does your dark sun stay eclipse?
Speedball [D] ninja, fuck your health.
Blaze up and cremate yourself.
Bomb fire in your [C#] backyard, stick your ass in a jar, now you on that shelf.
Your [D] heart's beating, stopped in place.
Eyes withering in your face.
What's that view like, how's it taste?
When your tongue disintegrates, and when you're dead, why's it hanging out?
Is it the maggots in your mouth?
Can't taste them squirming about?
I bet they like how you taste, no doubt.
Follow me, boy, this'll suck to be dead.
Them other points plucked in your head.
Is [C#] it weird with the brains in your cranium spread all over your truck instead?
In my [D] pit, full of chowdery fed.
On a dead redneck inbred.
Your bad [C#] karma came calling, it was appalling and dreadful, it's all you bled.
I love [D] watching you crawling big, thinking I'd give a fuck all misled.
Made me laugh so [C#] hard that my fucking dick is charged with some garlic sled.
And I [D] blew your skull to shreds, and I'm taking nauticred.
Like it did [Dm] so many others, now it's your mother's [C#] turn to get the call you [D] dead.
Bitch, you're dead. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] I'ma bend the block and let the block pop.
Homie, swing your head to touch the drop top.
If you ain't done with your karma, you dead in the [C#] ground where don't nobody hop out.
[D] Blood on my diamonds, and hoes on my line, so a killer got something to smile about.
[Dm] My bow down to mother fucker, cause I tied him to the [A] bubble tip, I rip his sucker arms out.
[D] Can't you play darling, you're a stinker.
I make it spread like a sprinkler.
[C#] Find me a sexual predator, then give the trigger the finger.
[D] Never been much of a thinker.
Murder made me a believer.
[G#] Karma be working through jugulars, [B] let the motherhose be the receiver.
Home [D] tone chop suit, boing boing.
The Duke is fruit loot screwy.
Your boy [C#] Huey Lewis spread the news that my dick's blues was gooey.
I [D] nutted on your bitch face.
Where was you?
Done with all the slip checks, what a waste.
[C#] Dick tricks, he didn't find ya, cause you dead and gone, let me remind ya.
[D] Cavalier dogs led by a rover, them mustards every leaf over.
Silly [C#] ass cold beans like you here had everything banged up above your shoulders.
Took the [D] moon and searched with the Hubble, but I soon had a birthday bubble.
Shoulda [C#] checked the back of the hearse, but your ass lurked, she was in worse than trouble.
She was [D] also immersed in the rubble, six feet deep and a six feet deep double.
As [C#] dead as a dead man's dickhole, buried where, who knows?
So fuck your [D] shovel, dig your dick. _ _
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