Chonky Fire Lyrics & Tabs by Eminem
Chonky Fire
guitar chords lyrics
[Intro]
You wanna start with the hook first?
You wanna start with the
Oh
I have no idea what I'm doing
I have no idea what I'm doing
But.
[Verse 1]
Everybody get up, sit up Chris-stiffer
Been miserable without you Superman is a
live and he's flowing like the Mystic River
Girl dont act like you never been kissed before
One, two, three, four, five, six thisa
Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kissa
How did anybody ever find me I dissa
One, two, three, four, five, six thisa
Rhyme is about to hit you right in the kissa
How did anybody ever find me I dissa
.Peared
I was hiding in Freeway's beard jussa
Hop, skip and a jump from my skin glision
Nails into my face that I been pushin'
Hellraiser
My face is my pin cushion
It's like when I'm on the mic
I can squisha, sucka like a vice grip
My pen putcha,
In the slaughter house cuz ya styles been butchered
I'll spin chainsaw
Take off like the blades on
My brain's on hyperdrive
Someone put the brakes on.
[Chorus]
Here's a smidgen, admitted
To get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it
Err ribbit, ribbit
I got ya slippin on my swag juice
My swag juice
I got you slippin on my swag juice
My swag juice (x2)
[Verse 2]
Slim is in the house simmer down there sister
Bound to get ya dizzy
Cuz he gets as busy as a...
Bee baby you can throw a frizbee in a blizzard
He'll catch it in his teeth
What is he?
He's a wizard
Standing in the disco with a disco biscuit
And i'm pretty sure it isn't Bisquick is it?
Now baby don't forget to bring your lipstick witcha
I want a kiss before I blow this bitch to smith. areens
Get the guillotines, this is a situ.
.ation is critical as Dre spins his a
Turntables and he cuts a record like a scissa
Cheka chicka checka chicka cheka cheka chicka
We'll wreck it in a second tell me what the heck is sicka
Wait a minute I just dropped my necklace in the liquor
Now baby just a make a little breakfast and its sixa
Clock in the morning unless you want to get some dizzert
[Chorus]
Here's a smidgen, admitted
To get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it
Er ribbt, ribbit
I got ya slippin on my swag juice
My swag juice
I got you slippin on my swag juice
I said...
Here's a smidgen, admitted
To get your digits, Bridget
Don't try to fidget with it
Err ribbit, ribbit
I got ya slippin on my swag juice
My swag juice
I got you slippin on my swaaaag
My swag juice
