Chords used: Em C G B
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The plucking pattern starts on the A string and you pluck every string on the way
up to the (High) E string, then you pluck your way back down to the A string and
then start again.
Example:
e|-------------------------------0-------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------0-------------0------------------------------------|
G|------------------0--------------------------0-----------------------------|
D|-----------2-----------------------------------------2---------------------|
A|-----2------------------------------------------------------2--------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
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Em
I’m getting tired of your disrespect.
C
When, it’s evident I’ll always be the best.
G
Whether or not you’re being serious or say it in jest,
B
I’ve got a licence to right; you haven’t passed your test.
Em
Yeah, I’m good with words, and you’re fucking chronic.
C
Forever second fiddle, your tales, I’m sonic.
G
Is this the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
B
I’ve been doing this since you’ve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.
Em
You’ve been studying me, wetting yourself,
C
Cause you’re afraid when I rise you’ll be left on the shelf
G
Where you belong; with the rest of the wannabes,
B
Don’t ever ask me to support you, you can never fall on me.
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Verse 2:
Em
Anything you can do, I can do better.
C
Even when she’s soaked through, I could make her wetter.
G
Stop try’na make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
B
What makes you think I give a fuck what people think of me?
Em
You disrespect me now I’m obligated to destroy.
C
Why would anybody go to war with men? You’re just a boy
G
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie biro down.
B
Save yourself embarrassment, fucking clown.
Em
You making moves because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
C
Your skills are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
G
All the gear, no idea, daddy’s bank account.
B
And when it comes to your abilities, small amount.
Em
When you compare it to what I can bring, it’s minuscule.
C
You’re the pupil; I’m the teacher, go back to school!
G
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from
B
you, why don’t you get it right?
Chorus:
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
C
I've been holding my tongue for a long while,
D (start full out strumming)
Sat back, watch you parade my style.
Em
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chance dying,
(stop full out strumming)C
might as well kill him or pretend.
D
To the crown, turn around, sit down; I’m the king,
Em
Long live the king.
C
Long live the king.
G
Long live the king.
B
Long live the king.
