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verse 1: Killer Mike
Gm Am
Hear what I say, we are the business today
Gm Am
Fuck shit is finished today (what)
Gm Am
RT & J, we the new PB & J
Gm Am
We dropped a classic today (what)
Gm Am
We did a tablet of acid today
Gm Am
Lit joints with the matches and ashes away
Gm Am
SKRRRT! We dash away
Gm Am
Donner and Dixon, the pistol is blasting away
verse 2: El-P
Gm
Doctors of death
Am Gm
Curing our patients of breath
Am
We are the pain you can trust
Gm
Crooked at work
Am
Cookin' up curses and slurs
Gm Am
Smokin' my brain into mush
Gm Am
I became famous for flamin' you fucks
Gm Am
Maimin' my way through the brush
Gm Am
There is no training or taming of me and my bruh
Gm Am
Look like a man, but I'm animal raw
verse 3: Killer Mike
Gm Am
We are the murderous pair
Gm Am
That went to jail and we murdered the murderers there
Gm Am
Then went to Hell and discovered the devil
Gm Am
Delivered some hurt and despair
Gm
Used to have powder to push
Am
Now I smoke pounds of the kush
Gm Am
Holy, I'm burnin' a bush
Gm Am
Now I give a fuck about none of this shit
Gm Am
Jewel runner over and out of this bitch
Hook
Gm
Am
Woo!
Gm
Am
Woo!
Gm
Step into the spotlight, woo!
Gm
Am
Woo!
verse 4: El-P
Gm Am
Copping of uppers and downers get done
Gm Am
I'm in a rush to be numb
Gm
Droppin' a thousand ain't much
Gm
Come from the clouds
Am Gm
On a missile to turn this whole town into dust
Gm
Don't make a sound, baby, hush
Gm Am
I am the living swipe right on the mic, I'm a slut
Gm Am
I don't know how to not spit like a lout
Gm Am
I'll spill a pound of my kids on your couch
Verse 5: Killer Mike
Gm Am
Half of a mongrel and mythical team
Gm
Villainous treacherous things
Am Gm
Legend says El is a spawn out of Hell
Am Gm
The myth is my mama's a murderous queen
Gm
Your life can end like in Godfather 1
Gm Am
You get the gun as I christen my son
Gm Am
If I die today and it's Hell I should pay
Gm Am
Tell the Lord Mikey said, 'Fuck, it was fun'
Verse 6: El-P
Gm Am
Every new record's my dick in a box
Gm Am
We get a doozy, the mula's a lock
Gm
You're getting used to me doing no wrong
Am Gm
I don't play chicken, you prick, I'm a fox
Am Gm
You wanna kick it, I'll give you the rocks
Am Gm
You kiss the wood chipper blade if you balk
Am Gm Am
I'm fuckin' magic, in fact I'm a warlock of talk
Gm Am
I got a unicorn horn for a (stop)
Hook
Gm
Am
Gm
Am
Woo!
Gm
Am
Gm
Am
Woo!
Am
Bm
Step into the spotlight, woo!
Gm
Am
Gm
Am
Woo!
Interlude
Gm Am
And the crowd goes RTJ!
Gm Am
And the crowd goes RTJ!
Gm Am
And the crowd goes RTJ!
Gm Am
And the crowd goes RTJ!
Gm
RTJ!
Am
RTJ!
Gm
RTJ!
Am
RTJ!
Verse 7: Killer Mike
Gm
Mike Pentangeli won't snitch
Am Gm
I'll rent a room at the Ritz
Am Gm
I'll sip a fifth of the whisk
Am Gn
I'll smoke a dub in the tub
Am Gm
Then I will split both my wrists
Verse 8: El-P
Gm
I'll pull a sword on you simps
Gm
Just with a flick of the wrist
Gm
Get your neck giving up mist
Gm Am
Me and Mike skip away whistlin' and grin
Gm Am
Every day's golden when you only win
Verse 9: Killer Mike & El-P
Gm
Bullyin' bastards and beatin' on beats
Gm Am
Sounds like a day at the beach, preach
Gm
I keep it middle school, step on your feet
Gm Am
Before you can speak, blow to the teeth
verse 10: El-P
Gm Am
We move among the ones you think are meek
Gm Am
You think I'm lion, you right, see my teeth
Gm Am
Don't be a bore when I'm roaring vamoose
Gm Am
Hunting's no fun when your prey doesn't move
Gm Am
I'll put a gun to a bunny like choose
Gm Am
Say somethin' funny or bunny go boom
Gm Am
You got a bevy of shit you could groove
Gm Am
We'd like to thank you for choosing our crew
verse 11: Killer Mike
Gm
And that's from the crew you can trust
Gm,
Warranty plus for fuckin' shit up
Gm
We are the no-gooders, do-gooders
Gm Am
Known to the dancers and dealers and doers of dust
Written by Jaime Meline/Kerry Minnear/Michael Render/Torbitt Schwartz/Derek Shulman/Phil Shulman/Ray Shulman/Wilder Zoby