Chords for Viktor Vaughn - Lickupon
Tempo:
89.85 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
Bm
B
Bb
Gb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[Gb] [Bbm]
Confirmation of [Bm] your worst fears Ever since [Bbm] his first years, have thirst for
beers Back from the future, it'll make you [Bm] more
soberer And brought [Bbm] back a long list of fakers who
crossed over I'm like, fuck it, [Bb] bubble baller
Catch him up [Bbm] at bar shows Stole him with a troubled caller
Bastard, hope to make [Bm] G's faster Than a [Bbm] newly remastered while being truly
plastered There's four sides to [D] every story
If these [Bbm] walls talk, they probably still ignore me
Time to play war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem
to Morrie Don't bore me with the glory, [Bm] hallelujah
Crews be [Bbm] like Fooey, sold a bunch of OOEY I knew he had new G, who he?
[Bm] Victor Vaughn, he had a [Bbm] new sicker song I think he called it Urk-a-pon, um, but uh
He studied rhymes [Bm] and patterns Climbed [Bbm] so steep, time to beat, don't be madderin'
Sounded like a half-deaf and [Bm] scurvy band rocker Programmed [Bbm] computer by a grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life, he'll [Bm] try harder Got a [Bbm] martyr at the hands of the firestarter
All scripts ripped available for via barter Transport stack to the lab via charter
[Bm] On the microphone, he came to days in Amazia When a guy practiced banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes [B] with lasers
Tell him when [Bb] they come, we want topics besides [Bbm] blazers
Enough with the guzzling, they all [Gb] poison, lames
The joys and [Bbm] the need, they ask them, how's your poison game?
Before you bust your crossbones, also [B] warzone Action, [Bb] body, motion, torso, orzo
These flows you won't find in no alcove If the blacks [Bbm] sniffed out you, he'd smack shit out you
Make nothing go on, let nothing [Bm] twitch Just don't be near the [Bbm] mic when the on button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to [B] Fuddrucker Delivery [Bbm] to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Copy more please than when a rap nigga [Bm] bit the horn
And that's my word [Bbm] of the law, I think he called it Urk-a-pon, um
He wrote this one with [Bm] a fever, sick in bed [Bbm] With his dickhead inside a chicken head, no
A dead chicken's head, said it helped [Gbm] him nauseate him
If he lost [Bbm] you, wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickback, leave your [Gb] wig rag For a big [Bbm] bag of good puzzle and some zigzag
Survival, keep a rival in [Bm] denial And bust what [Bbm] he get just for coming out his piehole
Dive calmer than a suicide [B] bomber V just the [Bbm] type to do a whole ride with Wama
Said to Jane, Wama, make me pick up, [Bm] lift him on Told the chick, [Bbm] put this way to get on, uh
[Bm] [Bbm]
[B] [Bbm]
[D] [Bbm]
Confirmation of [Bm] your worst fears Ever since [Bbm] his first years, have thirst for
beers Back from the future, it'll make you [Bm] more
soberer And brought [Bbm] back a long list of fakers who
crossed over I'm like, fuck it, [Bb] bubble baller
Catch him up [Bbm] at bar shows Stole him with a troubled caller
Bastard, hope to make [Bm] G's faster Than a [Bbm] newly remastered while being truly
plastered There's four sides to [D] every story
If these [Bbm] walls talk, they probably still ignore me
Time to play war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem
to Morrie Don't bore me with the glory, [Bm] hallelujah
Crews be [Bbm] like Fooey, sold a bunch of OOEY I knew he had new G, who he?
[Bm] Victor Vaughn, he had a [Bbm] new sicker song I think he called it Urk-a-pon, um, but uh
He studied rhymes [Bm] and patterns Climbed [Bbm] so steep, time to beat, don't be madderin'
Sounded like a half-deaf and [Bm] scurvy band rocker Programmed [Bbm] computer by a grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life, he'll [Bm] try harder Got a [Bbm] martyr at the hands of the firestarter
All scripts ripped available for via barter Transport stack to the lab via charter
[Bm] On the microphone, he came to days in Amazia When a guy practiced banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes [B] with lasers
Tell him when [Bb] they come, we want topics besides [Bbm] blazers
Enough with the guzzling, they all [Gb] poison, lames
The joys and [Bbm] the need, they ask them, how's your poison game?
Before you bust your crossbones, also [B] warzone Action, [Bb] body, motion, torso, orzo
These flows you won't find in no alcove If the blacks [Bbm] sniffed out you, he'd smack shit out you
Make nothing go on, let nothing [Bm] twitch Just don't be near the [Bbm] mic when the on button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to [B] Fuddrucker Delivery [Bbm] to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Copy more please than when a rap nigga [Bm] bit the horn
And that's my word [Bbm] of the law, I think he called it Urk-a-pon, um
He wrote this one with [Bm] a fever, sick in bed [Bbm] With his dickhead inside a chicken head, no
A dead chicken's head, said it helped [Gbm] him nauseate him
If he lost [Bbm] you, wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickback, leave your [Gb] wig rag For a big [Bbm] bag of good puzzle and some zigzag
Survival, keep a rival in [Bm] denial And bust what [Bbm] he get just for coming out his piehole
Dive calmer than a suicide [B] bomber V just the [Bbm] type to do a whole ride with Wama
Said to Jane, Wama, make me pick up, [Bm] lift him on Told the chick, [Bbm] put this way to get on, uh
[Bm] [Bbm]
[B] [Bbm]
[D] [Bbm]
Key:
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Bm
B
Bb
Gb
Bbm
Bm
B
_ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
_ Confirmation of [Bm] your worst fears Ever since [Bbm] his first years, have thirst for
beers Back from the future, it'll make you [Bm] more
soberer And brought [Bbm] back a long list of fakers who
crossed over I'm like, fuck it, [Bb] bubble baller
Catch him up [Bbm] at bar shows Stole him with a troubled caller
Bastard, hope to make [Bm] G's faster Than a [Bbm] newly remastered while being truly
plastered There's four sides to [D] every story
If these [Bbm] walls talk, they probably still ignore me
Time to play war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem
to Morrie Don't bore me with the glory, [Bm] hallelujah
Crews be [Bbm] like Fooey, sold a bunch of OOEY I knew he had new G, who he?
[Bm] Victor Vaughn, he had a [Bbm] new sicker song I think he called it Urk-a-pon, um, but uh
He studied rhymes [Bm] and patterns Climbed [Bbm] so steep, time to beat, don't be madderin'
Sounded like a half-deaf and [Bm] scurvy band rocker Programmed [Bbm] computer by a grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life, he'll [Bm] try harder Got a [Bbm] martyr at the hands of the firestarter
All scripts ripped available for via barter Transport stack to the lab via charter
[Bm] On the microphone, he came to days in Amazia When a guy practiced banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes [B] with lasers
Tell him when [Bb] they come, we want topics besides [Bbm] blazers
Enough with the guzzling, they all [Gb] poison, lames
The joys and [Bbm] the need, they ask them, how's your poison game?
Before you bust your crossbones, also [B] warzone Action, [Bb] body, motion, torso, orzo
These flows you won't find in no alcove If the blacks [Bbm] sniffed out you, he'd smack shit out you
Make nothing go on, let nothing [Bm] twitch Just don't be near the [Bbm] mic when the on button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to [B] Fuddrucker Delivery [Bbm] to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Copy more please than when a rap nigga [Bm] bit the horn
And that's my word [Bbm] of the law, I think he called it Urk-a-pon, um
He wrote this one with [Bm] a fever, sick in bed [Bbm] With his dickhead inside a chicken head, no
A dead chicken's head, said it helped [Gbm] him nauseate him
If he lost [Bbm] you, wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickback, leave your [Gb] wig rag For a big [Bbm] bag of good puzzle and some zigzag
Survival, keep a rival in [Bm] denial And bust what [Bbm] he get just for coming out his piehole
Dive calmer than a suicide [B] bomber V just the [Bbm] type to do a whole ride with Wama
Said to Jane, Wama, make me pick up, [Bm] lift him on Told the chick, [Bbm] put this way to get on, uh
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ Confirmation of [Bm] your worst fears Ever since [Bbm] his first years, have thirst for
beers Back from the future, it'll make you [Bm] more
soberer And brought [Bbm] back a long list of fakers who
crossed over I'm like, fuck it, [Bb] bubble baller
Catch him up [Bbm] at bar shows Stole him with a troubled caller
Bastard, hope to make [Bm] G's faster Than a [Bbm] newly remastered while being truly
plastered There's four sides to [D] every story
If these [Bbm] walls talk, they probably still ignore me
Time to play war over a cup of warm coffee It's really getting gory, tell your problem
to Morrie Don't bore me with the glory, [Bm] hallelujah
Crews be [Bbm] like Fooey, sold a bunch of OOEY I knew he had new G, who he?
[Bm] Victor Vaughn, he had a [Bbm] new sicker song I think he called it Urk-a-pon, um, but uh
He studied rhymes [Bm] and patterns Climbed [Bbm] so steep, time to beat, don't be madderin'
Sounded like a half-deaf and [Bm] scurvy band rocker Programmed [Bbm] computer by a grafted Herbie Hancock
Maybe next life, he'll [Bm] try harder Got a [Bbm] martyr at the hands of the firestarter
All scripts ripped available for via barter Transport stack to the lab via charter
[Bm] On the microphone, he came to days in Amazia When a guy practiced banging flies with razors
And watch out for the robot, he got eyes [B] with lasers
Tell him when [Bb] they come, we want topics besides [Bbm] blazers
Enough with the guzzling, they all [Gb] poison, lames
The joys and [Bbm] the need, they ask them, how's your poison game?
Before you bust your crossbones, also [B] warzone Action, [Bb] body, motion, torso, orzo
These flows you won't find in no alcove If the blacks [Bbm] sniffed out you, he'd smack shit out you
Make nothing go on, let nothing [Bm] twitch Just don't be near the [Bbm] mic when the on button switch
V bring the beef like a trucker to [B] Fuddrucker Delivery [Bbm] to all y'all motherfuckers and bloodsucker
Copy more please than when a rap nigga [Bm] bit the horn
And that's my word [Bbm] of the law, I think he called it Urk-a-pon, um
He wrote this one with [Bm] a fever, sick in bed [Bbm] With his dickhead inside a chicken head, no
A dead chicken's head, said it helped [Gbm] him nauseate him
If he lost [Bbm] you, wait till he tell you about the flying saucer
Dag, the kickback, leave your [Gb] wig rag For a big [Bbm] bag of good puzzle and some zigzag
Survival, keep a rival in [Bm] denial And bust what [Bbm] he get just for coming out his piehole
Dive calmer than a suicide [B] bomber V just the [Bbm] type to do a whole ride with Wama
Said to Jane, Wama, make me pick up, [Bm] lift him on Told the chick, [Bbm] put this way to get on, uh
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _