Alkaline - Death to microwave

^{Am Am} Yo, ^Fanything reach, dem kn^Gow say it fall 'pon y^Amou ^{Am F} All a the pain and the bl^Game she a put eh 'pon y^Amou ^Am Warn dem evil m^Fan

Him mother h^Gold her brea^Amst and go d^Amung 'pon her kn^Fee ('pon her kn^Gee) Bawl to the sk^Amy say, "Lord,^Am tek him pl^Fease" ^G Find micr^Amowave dead ^Aminna cane p^Fiece ^G Diss the wrong m^Aman and pick up c^Amouple brain p^Fiece

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eeze like say him get a v^Amision Same so him d^Fead, eye open, fly a p^Gitch on Gun man a b^Amuss a no fi normal civ^Amilian So dem a meds wr^Fong if dem think a compet^Gition

Yo, Fr^Amass ^Am All wha' gwaan, just a l^Fikkle girl deh me sorry f^Gah She alone know the p^Amain (she alone know the p^Amain) Pussyhole, r^Fun all you want But you cy^Gaan hide from your dutty w^Amays (dutty ways^Am) People a S^Faint Thomas to this day St^Gill a talk 'bout your likkle c^Amase (likkle case)^Am Nah talk 'bout murder c^Fase

Him mother h^Gold her brea^Amst and go d^Amung 'pon her kn^Fee ('pon her kn^Gee) Bawl to the sk^Amy say, "Lord,^Am tek him pl^Fease" ^G Find micr^Amowave dead ^Aminna cane p^Fiece ^G Diss the wrong m^Aman and end up h^Amaffi pay f^Fi it ^G

^Am Wheel out, every th^Aming a squeeze out .^F30 clip a fire an' you duppy a^G leap out (oosh) ^Am You get a week, coming l^Amike you weak out C^Fouldn't gi' the people dem n

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othing fi tweet- 'bout ^Am Dem a laughing st^Amock, real joke Sh^Fot a fire rapid, microw^Gave a scream out ^Am Nah stop talk s^Amay you freak out ^F Any step you mek, jus' know your h^Gead a leak out Oosh, ^Amoosh, oosh

^Am A just deh l^Fikkle girl deh me sorry f^Gah She alone know the p^Amain (she alone know the p^Amain) Pussyhole, r^Fun all you want But you cy^Gaan hide from your dutty w^Amays (from your dutty w^Amays) People a S^Faint Thomas to this day St^Gill a talk 'bout your likkle c^Amase (case^Am) Nah talk 'bout murder c^Fase

Him mother h^Gold her brea^Amst and go d^Amung 'pon her kn^Fee ('pon her kn^Gee) Bawl to the sk^Amy say, "Lord,^Am tek him pl^Fease" ^G Find micr^Amowave dead^Am inna cane p^Fiece (cane p^Giece) Diss the wrong ^Amman and end up h^Amaffi pay f^Fi it ^G

Th^Amey can't run! (Th^Amey can't run!)^{F G Am Am} A so we d^Feal with trouble maker, you s^Geet Th^Amey can't run! (Th^Amey can't run!)^{F G} Likkle public misch^Gief, you know Gun shot a b^Ameat ^{F G} Th^Amey can't run! (Th^Amey can't run! Pu^Fssy me gi' you permission fi use N^Gew Level Unlocked? Th^Amey can't run! (Th^Amey can't run!) P^Fussy, you're dead^{G Am} Vendetta say Queng and H^Ameng F^Fail^G Weh dem a t^Amalk 'bout? ^{Am F} You a bait!^G

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Leggo me style, man!