Crosshairs - Danger Doom | Guitar Chords | VChords

[Intro]
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Am    | Am   | E7b9 | Fmaj7 | Am | E7b9 
Fmaj7 | E7b9 | Am   | E7b9  
Fmaj7 | E7b9 

[Verse]
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Am                  Fmaj7  Em7           Am
  The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire
                 Cmaj7
Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar
Fmaj7                  Dm7          Em7
      Pelican, with some   very soft mangos
  Cmaj7                       Bm6
A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols
Am                      Fmaj7               Em7
  Flew the coop, before you   hit it, let me warn you
    Am                       Cmaj7
She did a cool hula hoop but don't get any on you
Fmaj7                       Dm7            Em7
      It's all a big scam to make y'all eat pig ham
Cmaj7                                   Bm6
      When he's on the mic he's like the triggerman, FIGJAM
Am
  DOOM, not to be confused with nobody
Especially, since the flows he used was so nutty
Never too woozy to go study
Crews got no clues like old cruddy Officer McGillicuddy
Am                E7b9
  Watch your six, he  got a lot of more tricks
Fmaj7                   E7b9
Lyrics, bricks, on sticks    sure got rawnytics
Am                  E7b9
  It's a gift, don't    get shot for kicks
Fmaj7                    E7b9
With  the same slick used to  plot sick vics with
Am                   Fmaj7     Em7
  Spotted at a chick flick, holdin' hands
    Am                       Cmaj7
The other one on his swollen glans, a golden chance
Fmaj7                        Dm7          Em7
      That's why he kept them holes in his pants
    Cmaj7                 Bm6
Rollin'   in a old van, is what he told his stolen fans
Am                   Fmaj7          Em7
  Is that you? True, matched from hat   to shoe
Am                  Cmaj7
  Snafu, snatch any brew, LaBatt's Blue
Fmaj7                      Dm7       Em7
      Black Jew like that's new, patch   me through
Cmaj7                     Bm6
No    latch attached, skat shoo, catch twenty two
Am
  Super, he's loaded dice nice
And overpriced, an arm and a leg; owe 'em your life or your ice
Villain, nag a grieving old hag
Snag a bragger by his mic cord and leave him holding the bag
Am                       Fmaj7          Em7
  Come clean, a bunch of dumb  mean cream   puffs
  Am                          Cmaj7
A keen drum machine buff, who fiends for more green stuff
Fmaj7                             Dm7             Em7
      Instead of starvin' there be problems by the goo gobs
      Cmaj7                            Bm6
Aight,      somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs   and them tonight
Am                     Fmaj7      Em7
  And he's on the next flight, moon   bound
Am                              Cmaj7
  And makes it a point to stay away   from the goon pound
Fmaj7                      Dm7         Em7
      Got some peers that's gone in the lost years
Cmaj7                  Bm6
      Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs