Susi: F# minor
Verse 1
Gm
You knew that I was coming
'cause you heard my name
F
But you don't know my game
Bb
and never felt my pain
C
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
Gm
And got scared when you heard that
I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
F
Give thanks I'm alive
when I should be dead
Bb
C
Uh, I'm in the red cause my
mind's distortin'
Gm
People claimin' that they know me,
but they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains
and touch the sun
Don't get scared now,
Bb
you knew this day would come
C#
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
Bb
F
And fuck all you hoes
Bb
Gm
'Cause it's been
Verse 2
a long time
comin' but I finally broke
Bb
Gm
Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Bb
Gm
Like some uncut dope motherfucker,
Kid Rock's to blame
Bb
Gm
Same game, same name,
C
Bb
ain't a damn thing changed
Gm
Bb
Gm
No sell-out, I I ain't no ho, fuck the radio,
comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
Bb
Gm
Watch Watch Watch Watch
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Bb
Gm
Self-made and and paid and
C
Gm
sold off twelve gauges
C
Gm
Up that ass for the nine-eight, nine-eight
Never Never Never fake, shake,
straight from the Great Lakes
Bb
Gm
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat-out, you you diss me punk,
F
that's when I pull the strap out
Bb
And I get to buck-buck-bucking,
Gm
I'm I'm I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your your your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit,
Bb
Gm
Top-Dog I'm I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
F
Gm
My My My My My motto, "be cool,
keep pimpin'"
Bb
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Gm
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
Bb
We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
Gm
We float like butterflies,
Bb
sting like queen bees
Gm
Strapped with AKs straight
Bb
from the Chinese
Gm
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bb
Gm
Bunch of white boys pimpin'
like the K-I-D
And And And it's all good,
Bb
I got love for my hon keys
Gm
Bb
We roll thick, kick ass like donkeys
Gm
C
Anybody fucks with you and I'm
Bb
gonna mack 'em
Verse 3
Gm
Devil without a cause,
F
I'm going platinum
Gm
Bb
I'm going platinum,
Gm
Bb
Gm
I'm going platinum
Bb
I'm going platinum, devil without a cause,
Gm
I'm going platinum
Interlude 1
Bb
Gm
Bb
Gm
Bb
Gm
Bb
Verse 4
Gm
Yeah, we come to party,
so get down everybody (come on)
F
Yeah, we come to party
Gm
I went from
Verse 5
St. Claire shores
Bb
and drink specials at Winners
Gm
To New York City and seven
hundred-dollar dinners
Bb
din ners
Gm
From hangin' with sinners
and secondhand cheap sex
Bb
Gm
To gettin' much respect
C
Bb
from top record execs
Gm
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
Bb
Gm
So shut up now or put my
Bb
balls in your mouth
Gm
Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot
Bb
Gm
When I was tossed in the
dime bin and left to rot
C
Used to call me funny when my
Gm
nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin'
Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want
to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down
I never seen 'em around
Bb
Gm
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you, I got a brand new team
C
Gm
No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs,
Bb
drop-top, and and jacuzzi
B
Gm
No more floozies,
only high-class hoes
A couple when it rains and
a few when it snows
B
F#
Gm
A brand new nose to go along
with my habit
Bb
And a garden hose made
out of twenty-four karat
Gm
karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
Bb
Gm
And they sound like you
and all the shit you talk
Bb
Gm
Step inside my shoes,
you couldn't fill em' doc
Bb
Gm
You're too old to kid,
F
too soft to rock
Gm
I already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax
and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all
over your test of time
Verse 6
Gm
I'm going platinum,
Bb
Gm
I'm going platinum
F
Gm
Bb
Oh, I'm going platinum,
Gm
Bb
we're going platinum
Devil without a cause,
Gm
I'm going platinum
Bb
Gm
Bb
Gm
Bb
Devil, dev il, devil, devil
Gm
Bb
Gm
Verse 7
Straight out of the
streets of Taylor
Three-foot high, high,
F
Gm
F#
C#
Gm
ready to get fly
C
Joe C
Verse 8
C
Bb
I'm the J-O-E to to to the C, ho
Gm
Call me Joe C,
F
Gm
F
got more game than Coleco
Gm
I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
C
Three-foot-nine with with
Gm
with a ten-foot dick
dick
Bb
The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy hick
Gm
And rake through kind like a
Bb
bum through wine
Gm
It's my time so I'm gonna
Bb
shine like glass
Gm
Bb
Old as piss, but small as ass
Gm
Bb
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
Gm
You're raking grass while I'm
Bb
raking cash
Gm
Bb
High-ass voice, voice, like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with The Devil
Gm
Bb
Say we like to party, rock the party
Gm
Bb
Gm
(We like to party, rock the party)
Bb
We like to party, rock the party
Gm
Bb
Gm
(We like to party, rock the party)
F
Bb
You like to party, rock the party
Gm
Bb
Gm
(We like to party, rock the party)
Bb
You like to party, rock the party
Gm
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Outro 1
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