Acordes de 10,000 Degrees
$Uicideboy$
$Uicideboy$

N/A13 vistas
Tonalidad: C# minor
Verse 1
A5
A5
Load up my big nine,
now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine,
now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine,
E
E
B
B
now I'm finna shoot to kill
F#m
F#m
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
A5
A5
Load up my big nine,
E
E
B
B
now I'm finna shoot to kill
F
F
F5
F5
If you busters slippin',
F
F
Am
Am
it's this .50 finna do the deal
A5
A5
A
A
Load up my big nine,
F#m
F#m
B
B
now I'm finna shoot to kill
F#m
F#m
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
A
A
A5
A5
Load up my big nine,
A
A
E
E
B
B
now I'm finna shoot to kill
F
F
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
A5
A5
A
A
Load up my big nine,
B
B
now I'm finna shoot to kill
F#m
F#m
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
A5
A5
Load up my big nine,
A
A
E
E
B
B
now I'm finna shoot to kill
F
F
If you busters slippin',
it's this .50 finna do the deal
Verse 2
Am
Am
Straight outta hell, ring the bells,
A5
A5
Plague is here to stay
Roaches and locusts, they cover me
No halo hovering,
Am
Am
follow me in your grave
Ain't got no Patek because I'll be
here 'til the end of fucking times
F
F
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
And still you wonder, "Who am I?"
Am
Am
A
A
A5
A5
I am the devil's son,
born and raised
Am
Am
A5
A5
Am
Am
Preaching $uicide, googly eyes
A5
A5
"Tell me more" okay
Am
Am
A5
A5
Am
Am
Praise the fucking devil,
A5
A5
Am
Am
A5
A5
God can suck my dick
Am
Am
A5
A5
I scorch the plains
Am
Am
F
F
Making mountains crumble,
glaciers meltin', oceans swellin'
I'm lord of the plagues
Load up my-
F#m
F#m
A
A
Wait a fucking minute,
A5
A5
I got more to say
Am
Am
Threatening swordplay
Some would say nay,
'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in chlordane
Lord Plague breaking fortes
$carecrow in the corn maze,
A5
A5
haunting board games
Am
Am
F
F
For war, we pray
Plague is cold in Norway
Hanging from the doorframe
A5
A5
with sores and stains
A
A
B
B
For war, we pray
F#m
F#m
7th Ward, the grey
For war, we pray
A
A
A5
A5
7th Ward, the grey
A
A
E
E
B
B
For war, we pray
F
F
7th Ward, the grey
Verse 3
For war, we pray
Am
Am
Death is inevitable
The fucking $carecrow
walkin' on his tiptoes
On your blood-stained wood wood floor,
you know, mister typical
F
F
Hearin' the fucking voices through
my window
(Begging to be dead)
But no worries
Am
Am
A
A
A5
A5
Am
Am
A
A
Just like Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade,
Am
Am
and the knife
May thy rise for the Yung Christ,
never even died
A
A
Am
Am
My father just forsaken I
F
F
I'm still $uicide until I die
It's an eye for an eye
Am
Am
Speaking of I, I- (someone help me out)
See the reaper having a busy season
Won't even let me rest,
while I'm sleeping
It's gettin' harder to watch
from the bleachers
F
F
The father of evil
Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay
Am
Am
jumping over people
Xanax eatin', close to lethal
Cigarette breathin' junkie, used to needles
So I grew up a fuck-up (pow,
pow, pow, pow)
F
F
Load the nine up, my time's up,
yeah (yeah, yeah)
Verse 4
Am
Am
Grew up a fuck up
Load up my big nine,
A
A
B
B
now I'm finna shoot to kill
F#m
F#m
Load the nine up (fuck all this shit)
If you busters slippin' (my time's up,
fuck)
Outro 1
It's this .50 finna-
Am
Am
E
E
B
B
F
F
F5
F5
F
F
D
D
F#m
F#m
D
D
Bm
Bm

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