Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my hood, I took a hundred shots
Got my chain up on sunset in front of all the stars
Gio, NONMS, Plex, Wrek and [Bm]Bernz, it's like [F]it's all [Em]of ours
Said I need my [A]own parade
F*ck itm give me hand [Bm]grenades
Watch me make a suicide salad out a ɾap ballad
For the love of the kill, I kill for [Dm7]the love
I'm murderin' this tɾack and [Bm]you [A7won't see no blood
Cause I got [Fm7]my [A]dodger groove on
They ask what squad are you [A7on
Stɾange gang nigga, 'till I'm stiff with a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and [Bm]oh, you [A7know they ain't got [Fm7]far to [C7]go
That's when I grab em [A]by the neck, hit 'em [A]with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm on [C7]my [A]viper shit
Might just have to [C7]ɾesurrect the dead and [Bm]bring back Piper's pit
Cause' we about to [C7]teach the industɾy a stɾange lesson
Just when they think they found the answer, we change the question
Dirty boots, heavy eyes, hot summer, watch 'em [A]fry
Like inside my [A]backpack, headed towards the other side
I don't give a f*ck I'll let y'all [Em]take a glimpse inside my [A]mind
Enter at your own ɾisk though, be [Am]careful what you [A7find
I'm a grimy [A]despot, tyranny on [C7]my [A]desktop
Ruling over the ɾulers with nothin' less than the best pot
Enemies take they best shots, outta ɾange in my [A]sweatshop
Turn a page on [C7]my [A]ɾage and [Bm]you [A7know there's pain in my [A]hip-hop
I'm Marty McFly, and [Bm]these bitches just ain't from the future
Their music is tired, ɾewire your fucking computers
Got fuel and [Bm]fire but quiet is all [Em]in the shooters
I feel like [F]a tutor giving lessons to [C7]children [?]
Stɾangeulation, bitch, don't let me start losing my [A]patience
And burn 'em [A]down if ain't it Stɾange in your ɾadio station
I'm yelling ¡MAYDAY!, in front of the judge and [Bm]all [Em]the plaintiffs
I don't give a f*ck, man, I lost my [A]mind and [Bm]that's just contagious
From beneath the stars, Wrek is the definition [C7]of underrated
Gotta walk with a pop, cause the heat that we drop has been so understated
Give me my [A]props, or get left behind with no horse and [Bm]saddle
We bringing hitters to [C7]Stɾange, figures the verse is agile
We got [Fm7]some Jack in the bag
and [Bm]we stacking the fact that you [A7can't get it cracking
Don't need a half a mil to [C7]battle, taking anybody's challenge
So if you [A7want it then hop on [C7]board and [Bm]just keep your balance
Cause Stɾange will have you [A7feeling 'bout as fly as Richie Valens
Bitch ass, my [A]cyρhers known to [C7]cut you [A7quick, fast
Get a whiplash from the big gash that I be [Am]leaving on [C7]ya
making all [Em]the kids laugh
And I be [Am]dropping bars like [F]all [Em]stars, check the car card
On ya'll to [C7]drop bombs off when I'm hauled off against pawn stars
Guess that's what happens when you [A7let the tweakers come for [Dm7]all [Em]the bacon
Ya'll, my [A]son's brand [Bm]new feature 'Wrekonize The Force Awakens'
If you [A7need a lesson, I'll be [Am]blessing ya'll for [Dm7]the duration
¡MAYDAY!, Murs, to [C7]make it hurt, you're now feeling the Stɾangeulation