ํค: E major
Verse 1
Eb
Rounds of 3, 3 to the mark, 2 to the 3
And you don't need a reign,
E
Eb
Bb
B
Bb
B
only the legionaries
Bb
B
Bb
Eb
Bb
Stop, check where you're
putting your feet, blood
You never know when you might
Eb
Bb
step in a beast, blood
Eb
Bb
Stop, check what you're
cooking to eat, blood
Bb
you might be poking out beef
I'm stuck, minding your
kissing your tea fat
Bb
you might end up on a meat rack
Eb
Bb
Stop, mind how you're
running your gums
You never know who's in the
beef club coming with guns
Eb
Bb
I'm knocking out blefts and chiefs
till they're pooping their briefs
E
Bb
You're barking like a sick dog,
Eb
Bb
I need to put you to sleep
Stop, shooting your beak like you're
Lee
Eb
Van
Cleef
E
You should've joined the police force,
Bb
Eb
Bb
I heard they're looking for chiefs
Eb
You're trying to jack my food?
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Eb
Who you looking to eat?
Bb
E
Bb
E
I'll leave you bleeding like a cunt that
Eb
Bb
got juked in the streets
Eb
Bb
Don't make me tongue pat your 32 teeth,
your two teeth
B
Bb
I've got a stronghold on this bumbo
Eb
while you're too weak and shallow
Bb
It suffers marshmallow
Eb
Bb
and I'm too deep
Eb
Quit crapping on them shit tracks,
Bb
you need some new beats
Eb
E
Bb
Don't touch what you can't
afford when you're too cheap
Eb
It's not fair, it's not all love
Bb
and it's not true beef
E
Bb
It's a publicity stunt for publicity purposes
I shouldn't even respond,
really this is some worthless shit
I don't even know what
you're fighting for
Cause I don't see no beef,
E
Bb
all I see is knives and forks
Eb
You can't share my mic when
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Bb
you've been biting pork
E
Bb
Looking like a cross between
Luke
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Chadwick and
Dwight
Yoak
E
You're buck teeth, ugly blood cleat
Bb
You couldn't move a muscle even if you
E
Bb
spat over the latest hot beat
You've been on my nuts
like pews for years
Plus you must be drinking mad
pot's piss in your beers
What, you think I'm scared of you?
Bb
I crush your bones like medicine
but I ain't never cared
Bitch stop, check where you're
puttin' your flea blood
You never know where you
might step in a beef job
E
Bb
Stop, check what you're
cookin' to eat
Blood, you never know you might
be cookin' a beef cut
Stop, mind if you're kissin' your tea fat
Stop, mind how you're
runnin' your gums
You never know who's in the
beef club comin' with guns
This is your funeral, your funeral,
your funeral, your funeral
I'm a
London giant amongst men, like a
Nerie
Wolfe
E
Your arms are too short to
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box me like a hairy dwarf
Bb
Eb
Monkey see, monkey do,
Bb
Eb
Bb
he haven't dared before
But don't get too comfortable,
E
Bb
my fuse box is very short
Eb
And mind who you talk shit to,
This rap beef is rare and bloody,
Bb
When the whites of my eyes
go fuzzy with them scary folks
I'm right there in your night
E
Bb
mare to bury your corpse
I judge man by his deeds,
not the colour of cream
Eb
Bb
I don't follow a lead, I'm pussy,
oh you're out of your league
E
Bb
I'm a champion, you're just a
Sunday pub team
E
Bb
Leave lyrics to professionals,
Eb
it's not in your bloodstream
Bb
Eb
Bb
You're a drug fiend wannabe,
never gonna be shit
My flow so rough,
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Bb
it leaves pussies like you seasick
E
Bb
I'm second to none,
go check the pedigree son
Of road dogs that's been eating
cunt like pedigree chow
You've never begun, so don't start,
Bb
The only beef you got is
Eb
in between your sesame bun
Bb
Eb
You muppet,
Bb
small change time petty thief
Eb
Bb
It's criminal coming with that
minuscule petty beef
Should be on
Petticoat
Lane or
Sesame
Street
Cause you're a big bird that's had
too much sex on the beach, get it?
Eb
Bb
Eb
Too many cocktails of rocks and strong
L's
Bb
I know you want cells but your
deliverer's gone stale
I'm
Tony
Rotten cause I'm way past bad
E
You're mad, rash, fake like
Louis
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Bb
Vuitton and
Bax
Eb
I don't think you're gaining
Bb
fame by naming my name
Eb
Bb
You want ex posure that bad?
Blaine, bitch
Stop, check where you're
putting your feet, blood
You never know when you might
step in a beast's blood
Stop, check what you're
cookin' to eat
E
Blood, you never know you might
Eb
Bb
Stop, mind if you're
kissin' your teeth fat
Bb
E
You never know you might
Stop, mind how you're
runnin' your gums
You never know who's in the beef club,
Eb
Bb
This is your funeral, your funeral,
E
your funeral, your funeral
Bb
E
This is your funeral, your funeral,
your funeral, your funeral
Bb
This is your burial, your burial,
This is a disrespect record
Bb
And if this is what to expect
Bb
Yeah
We have to laugh after these boys though,
Bb
you know
Bare disrespect
In all aspects
Bb
Some boy don't know who them
a deal with them fist up and check
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