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Intro: Dm C F C Bb
Dm C F Bb
Chorus: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
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!
Dm C F Bb
Chorus:Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
Dm C F Bb
Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for?
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.
Dm C F Bb
Chorus: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?
Written by Brandon Anderson/Aaron Carmack/Miles Douglas/Matt Merisola/George Watsky