Chords for R.A. The Rugged Man - Look What You Made Me Do (Taylor Swift Remix) (Official Video)

I said I could rap to anything, anything.
You [F] Taylor Swift new song?
I hate that [E] song.
I said, yeah, I like that song.
It's cute.
[Am] It's stupid.
I like it.
You, look what you made me do.
[F] I can rap to this like a fucking murder.
It's [E] my daughters in my arms.
Let's go.
Let's do it.
Yo, [A] yo, the lowest of the trashiest hookers want me.
Born insecure, rat soup eating honky.
Word to Dolomite, bat kid with a overbite.
Forever rode a bike, I was born to hold a mic like.
Now you hear my baby in my arm and she crying.
She won't let daddy put her down when he rhyming.
I ain't there, and everything I say is right and I scare everyone.
Feminist, gay, straight, white men.
Home on the range,
Buffalo ran free like the one I.J.
Clan C can't see, hard to smell a Barbarella Jane.
Find a campy sneak in your mama drawer, sniffing on the panty.
Yeah, syntagalactic, space molecular.
Avernoski, Mickey Walke, the [C] wrestler.
Heat the temperature, auto-premature.
They hate the truth, they wanna kill the messenger.
[G] Cock on your forehead, balls on your chin-chin.
Russian bitches pissing on me at the Kremlin.
Trigger dick, liquor trend, anything to fit [F] in.
Shit and piss on my dog, bitch, rent in.
Tender fend women and feminine men with thin skin.
Been swimming in women in Richmond and Finland.
It's that rappy act up, that rappity [C]-rap stuff.
Dick slapping in [A] Mack sluts, hit harder than Mack trucks.
Want a knife fight?
Leave the white bread dead.
I'm not right in the head like I'm [N] right-side Fred.
Say I'm too sexy for my tighty-whitey drawers.
And my shit stained [A] underpants.
Base in your face, face, head, rugged pants.
You ain't hit it right.
That's why you can't keep her.
Now your face is a bloodbath.
You a damn bleeder.
I feed on you insects.
I'm a anteater.
I smack up journalists like I'm Antifa.
And you talking your shit like you're boxing.
It's better get your ass knocked out like you Conor McGregor.
Quick flop, drop, get stopped from the pressure.
Drop like the charges, dot, blue, pressure.
We turn on the news, old Trump tweeted [N] something.
Another dumb thing, right or left, one wing.
Is my dick bouncing, the wind [A] bitch, let my nuts swing.
Say, look what [C] you made me do.
Look what you made me do.
Look what you just made me do.
Look [A] what you just made me do.
Kanye get his head rocked with a head shot.
If he jump on stage, put him in a [G] headlock.
And I'm yoking the Joker and choking the swine.
Fuck a confederate flag, clothing line.
Wait, this is not hip-hop.
[F] Why is he doing this?
You stupid motherfuckers, I do what the [E] fuck I want.
I'm a give you shit for free like I'm Bernie in Vermont.
I'm a lyrical genius and I'm an idiot soprano.
[A] When we grew up in poverty and we ruined your economy.
Enter the promised land like the book of Deuteronomy.
Rooting for [Bb] who's apology, shooting loser authority.
Ruin your music [A] comedy, do it, do it with Amelie.
Gun in the window like a Malcolm.
This a throwaway rhyme, wait for the album.
Jerry Lewis, Scorsese's, King Kong beat.
Rest in peace, Dick Gregory, Mobb Deep's prodigy.
Look what you made me do.
Look what you made me do.
Oh, shut the fuck up.
I'm done with this stupid song.
I can't