Chords for Ren - Wicked Ways

_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] Make it [Bm] rain, _ _ [E] _ _ shh.
I am the eye [Bm] of the storm.
I am the poisonous one.
I am the grip of the gun.
I am the zip of the [B] body,
back zipping, and shock when it's on.
I am the [Bm] shit and the run.
I am the [C] prodigal son.
I am the tale of the [F#] hun.
Rhythm spectacular,
cardiovascular rhyming on beats when I run.
I am the G.
I am the genie of flow.
Brands every genius,
screaming and scheming I [Bm] glow.
I am a mammoth of [C] flow.
Hit when the stamina's low, [D] oh.
So cold.
My vocal [Em] is post-do, top shelf.
I'm loco, not social.
[G#] Chewing toadstool by myself.
[Bm] Ay.
I am the bite of the beast.
I [B] am the night of the [Em] feast.
I will be fighting the [Bm] peace.
Hit like Muhammad Ali,
[B] cause I come with a dangerous reach.
I [Bm] am the wolf of the sheep.
Light on my feet when I creep.
Uh.
I am the cousin of sleep.
Sleep is the cousin of [B] death,
so I guess I'm the [Bm] grimace I breed.
I am the nemesis.
Enter the dragon.
Put [C] emphasis on the creation of God.
And so they call [B] me the Genesis,
and the Miss Diane.
And the therapist sit and recline in the mind of the specialist.
Oh, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada, quiet when I walk.
[A] _
Quiet in my throats.
Quiet [C] in the core.
[E] _
[Bm] Oh, sweet Jesus.
Oh, my, [C] my.
What will fill [E] my appetite?
[Bm] What will feed this hunger [C] in my stomach [Em] growing every [Bm] night?
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my [C] days.
I'm stuck in my [E] wicked ways.
Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness,
but that's okay.
[Bm] Oh, sweet Jesus.
Oh, my, my.
Lord, I need [Em] a alibi.
[Bm] Lord, I need redemption from [Em] the tension growing in my [Bm] mind.
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my [G] days.
I'm caught in [Em] my wicked [Bm] ways.
Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness,
[D] but that's okay.
I am the blood-borne bread.
I am the day of the dead.
I am the hole in your [B] head.
Pull it, pull it, lead.
Fuck up the whole damn program.
I'm Hulk Hogan with a ring, Logan.
Rojan horse with a horse of a four-door Hummer.
[Bm] Motherfucker, uncle.
I am the cream of the crop.
I'm the behemoth of pop.
I will be stopping the clops.
I am the one that makes you bow down when [E] you're down there.
Suck my [A] ass.
Be low.
[B] Pop, pop, pop.
No shame point at pop.
Making pop.
Made my blood stop.
Dropped that body off.
[Bm] Mother Mary.
Ye olde man.
[C] Think I feel [E] a fire [Bm] inside.
Dealing with my demons.
[B] I've been kneeling.
Pray [Em] to lift the [Bm] sky.
Oh my goodness.
Oh my gosh.
[G] Leave me strung [Em] out on the cross.
Let [B] the prostitute storm my balls.
I lose control [F] when the beat drops.
[G] Liar, liar, pants on [Em] fire.
I pray to a false messiah.
For [Bm] protests conflicted in [Em] a convoluted magnifier.
[Bm] All my sinners, all my days.
I'm caught in my wicked ways.
Sometimes I fall off the path of right. _
Oh, like a motherfucker, really with business and go to war.
Like a man who got the hammer, but spinning in the door.
Like an undercover villain.
I go with them when I talk.
Kill them when I talk.
Kill them when I pop off and drop off the top off.
The take off.
I pull off and pull out.
Then pile up, then pay [B] out.
I pick up the liquor.
Then sneak off the checkout.
I'm quicker on the trigger.
Click, click, pow, pow.
Quick wit, no doubt.
Lit wit, more clout.
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick.
So I come with the fire that burn an empire.
Better than the bad boy.
Yeah, don't take it higher.
I'ma kill [Bm] it like I've [C] always killed it.
Body, bag, zip it.
[Bm] I'ma feel it like I [B] always feel it.
Keep [Em] it, so prolific.
[Bm] Oh my goodness.
Oh my days.
I'm stuck in my wicked _ ways.
Sometimes I fall off the path of righteousness, but that's OK. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Wicked [B] ways.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [G] Wicked ways.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _