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