[Intro] Dm C F C Bb [Chorus] Dm C F Bb Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? Dm C F Bb Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? (Pretty much the rest of this song goes) Dm C F Bb [Verse] Dm C I’m a phenomenon. And I gotta bring pain in the Octagon F Bb When I wanna spit game at a soccer mom I get it quicker than the left lane on the Audubon Dm C Fast; like Ramadan - and I battle young Padawans all the damn day F Bb I'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got that mothafucka a la flambé Dm C I go to Miley's house. I see that Miley's home. F Bb I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone Dm C Yes, that was highly fucked up but my skills are highly honed F Bb And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known Dm C Se la vie. Better pay my fee F Bb They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket, they get it in the Bay in a plain white tee Dm C Hey mami! You a PYT! F Bb Wanna see me speak? Then I go (go) go (go) go (go)! Dm Every time I get a beat I know I gotta beat it up, I bend it then I break it then I chop it and I eat it up, Dm And PETA would never approve of the way I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it, Db I bruise it, I kick it to the curb and then I’m sipping on my bourbon I be freakin it doing it, keeping it moving Bb I’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle but I’m nice. Nice! [Chorus] Dm C F Bb Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? Dm C F Bb Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? [Verse] Dm C I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage F Bb Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average Dm C Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud F (N.C.) I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God Dm It could hurt a bit when I murder shit in a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet F Bb When I burn em and I hit em in the sternum, I don't even gotta enter but I'm gonna win the tournament Dm C That's what I'm all about. Do what I gotta do and never gonna pout F Bb And I hope that it woulda been the end of it and I'm out,but they never tend to gimme the benefit of the doubt Dm C Ever since I was a little I kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight F Bb And if you really wonder what I think about the competition, they were not not not tight Dm C I been reading my scripture. Every photobomber wanna be in my picture F Bb And ya betta bet I'm living every single day like it's the mothafuckin Catalina Wine Mixer (N.C.) Bada bing bada boom, when I walk in I'm the king of the room (N.C.) And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb, when I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes (N.C.) Cause I’m back in the nick of time and attacking a fickle mind I’m a jackal I’ll rip his hid I’ma tackle him, pick a fight, (N.C.) I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I’m out. Poof. [Chorus] Dm C F Bb Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? Dm C F Bb Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? Dm C F Bb Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? Dm C F Bb Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
