Tom: B major•
Verse 1
B
They've got the best
equipment that money can buy
Hell, every team they're sending over here
has their own personal masseuse
Not masseur, masseuse
But, it doesn't matter!
Verse 2
B
Do you know that every Mohawk competitor
has electrocardiogram
E
Blood and urine tests, every 48 hours,
B
D#m
to see if there's any change in his physical condition?
E
Do you know that they use the most sophisticated
F
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training methods from the Soviet Union
B
East and West Germany, and the newest Olympic power,
Trinidad & Tobago?
Cm
Verse 3
G#m
But it doesn't matter!
It just doesn't matter!
Am
B
It just doesn't matter! I tell you, it
just doesn't matter!
It just doesn't matter!
B
Cm
It just doesn't matter! It
just doesn't matter!
D#m
G#
G#m
It just doesn't matter! It
C#m
just doesn't matter!
B
Bm
Even if we win, if we
Verse 4
Bm
win,
D
C#m
ha! Even if we win!
Dm
Even if we play so far over our heads that
D#
our noses bleed for a week to ten days
Dm
Even if God in Heaven above comes down and
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points his hand at our side of the field
C#m
Even if every man, woman,
E
B
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and child held hands together and prayed for us to win
It just wouldn't matter!
Verse 5
Verse 6
D#m
B
Jumping out the Camino, just left the gas station,
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smell like Hot Cheetos (Hot Cheetos)
Recording soft- core on her Tivo, ma,
B
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the meatloaf
Verse 7
D#m
Re- smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace Corp
All she ever do is ask me what
I eat meat for
E
Hold up, pause, always over the quota
Verse 8
Boss, wake up in Polo, sleep in Lacoste
D#m
Travel across the world,
but that didn't phase me
Couple people that I know
that happen to play me
C#
C#m
Once they start to realize
that I'm actually crazy
Shit, I'm actually crazy
Verse 9
D#m
Q's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor Cohen,
E
Christian Dior, nothing I'm owning
Go to Hawaii, fuck with Samoans,
get faded and sleep in the oceans
G#m
B
I'm rolling, yeah, yeah,
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C#m
yeah, I'm rolling
E
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Keep it in motion, I'm rolling, yeah
E
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And your bitch wearing elbow pads,
Verse 10
sell her pussy over Melrose Ave
E
I've been to hell and back trying to get
attached to my better half
Never that, the smiles so gone,
Verse 11
so bring the coke on
D#m
I'm higher than Vol tron,
with a bunch of gold on
Caucasians still love me like
my name was Michael Bolton
C#m
Hold on, do you fuckin' dirty
like the soap gone
Froze on, it's bone chilling,
E
B
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colder than the Pope's secrets
Verse 12
D#m
Older than Capone's demons, coming from a place where
there was no Jesus
Walking behemoth,
'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killed buggin' out,
D#m
had it all, I'm nothing now
B
I just gave it away, fuck a label, Cain an d Abel,
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put a name to a face
Verse 13
D#m
I bust your speakers with
some bullshit rap
I'm on drugs, all my new shit wack,
I ain't shit but a fraud (but everyone I know
D#m
C#m
ain't nothing to God)
But everyone I know ain't noth
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E
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