Tonalidad: D minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
Psych Daddy, can me and my three
friends come and play with you
Tonight?
Bb
Am
G
F
C
Oh yeah, you and your three friends
G
can come play with me
Am
C#
Tonight, and you and your three
Am
C
Am
C
friends can come pay with
Am
Tonight, you know what I'm sayin?
Dm
Am
Cm
C
Big Syke, you know what
Cm
I'm talkin' about.
Am
F
Dm
F
Dm
F
Am
Erotic, exotic, and a little psychotic.
Bdim
Interlude 1
Bb
Am
Bm
Bb
Am
Bdim
Bb
Am
F
Am
Picture a room
Verse 2
where a con lives,
F
it's dark inside
G
Am
Newspaper clippins on the wall,
F
from vics that died
G
Am
Blood everywhere,
F
you can tell the psycho went through
G
Am
He had darts in their faces up
to number fifty two
C
Psycho Uh, stalkin niggas,
Am
Bm
Bb
butcher knives stays handy
Am
He would sit inside the park,
Bm
Bb
and laugh and give kid s candy
Am
C
They say he was weird,
Bm
Bb
but the bodies he killed
Am
He always scratched off the
F
names of the people he killed
Am
Real slow, Pysch torture style,
F
G
pass me the scissors
Am
And cut off microscopic
F
pieces like a mirror
G
Am
Terror screams,
F
let me know the spinal was crumbled
Am
By the gestures they made and the
G
Am
words that they mumbled
Bm
Maybe I can slice a throat when I'm ready
Bb
Am
It takes practice,
Bm
training to keep a nail gun steady
Am
You should yell when it clicks,
Bm
Bb
'cause blood finna seep
Am
And bring a hundred thousand mourn
F
ers and children to weep
Am
[Chorus: x8] Erotic
Verse 3
F
Am
F
G
Am
and exotic
F
And a little psychotic
Am
Bm
Am
Verse 4
Bm
Bbm
Bb
Am
Bm
Graveyards in my slaughter house
Bbm
Am
Bm
Bbm
Am
F
Am
F
G
F
Am
F
G
Mutilation and bacteria to straight cats ?
Am
You can bet that yours is full of
F
healthy humans and mice
Am
Kinda lookin' like a fleshy
C
Am
big pot fulla rice
Twenty people dead, strangled,
F
Bb
uh that's my hobby
Am
When I die you think I'm dead, but
Bm
Bb
I really switched bodies
Am
C
I'm standing there, watchin',
Am
Bm
Bb
they put him in the ground
Am
Blow a sweet when it's over,
F
I'll go kill downtown
Am
Cops don't understand,
F
they thought he was bluffin'
G
F
Am
They say the officer went crazy
F
when he murdered a dozen
Am
Other cops and didn't
F
? 'cause life ain't fair
G
Am
They put his body in the chair,
F
but his mind wasn't there
Am
Soul snatcher, got cha,
Bm
Bbm
Bb
hit him with a heavy right
Am
Hold him, hug him,
Bm
Bb
Am
hit him with a heavy pipe
C
Burn him, scorch him,
Bm
Bb
you can bet the people saw it
Am
Leave him there for thirty minutes,
F
you'll see the birds ?
Am
[Chorus: x8]
Outro 1
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C#
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