Cifra de Madhouse - Inpatient
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Intro
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Fm Db Fm Db Fm Db C
(Yeeahhh-ah-aaah, Yeah, Woo Yeah)
Fm Db Fm Db Fm Db C
(Ooooh yeah-ah-ah)
Fm Db C Fm Db C Fm Db C C7
ATTENTION ALL INPATIENTS! THERE'S BEEN AN ESCAPE! EVERYONE BACK TO YOUR FUCKING CELLS NOW!!!!
[Verso 1]
See, me and Ren came to bring the place down
Off in this madhouse, I make my way 'round
My marbles all gone, they lost and ain't found
This rubber room's home, the halls my playground
We them loony bin prisoners, fulla piss and the vinegar
And plans to make it out the perimeter
So, I left a guard's throat slit to steal his outfit
And slipped away quick, and dipped out with the visitors
[Verso 2]
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Dipped with a visitor pass, past the guards
Bypass alarms, master-class escape artist
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Flipping the light switch, pandemonium hits
It's Sick Boi and the Webb, real twisted kids that
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Grew up, two misfits, but shucks, the shoe fits
So we cook up hits for mad lunatics
'Cause a sick, sick world needs some sick music
And the Sick Boi, Webby, we do produce it
[Pré-Refrão]
Bbm C7
ALL GUARDS REPORT IN NOW!! THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL!!!
[Refrão]
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(Oh-ah-oh) So, everybody gather around
Fm Db C7
(Oh-ah-oh) It's the greatest show in town
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(Oh-ah-oh) And when the voices get too loud
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(Oh-ah-oh) Just come on down (welcome to the madhouse)
[Verso 3]
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Trapped in a cell inside of myself
So bar for bar I out-bar, bar low health, I
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Feel nothing, I just wanna feel something
Let me demonstrate my method of spontaneous combustion
I bust in, concussed with adrenaline rushing
Pick up the whole world, bench press like it's nothing
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Fuck 'em, struck uppercut, head butt 'em
Where's the buttons on this straitjacket, Webby?
[Verso 4]
We them loose-screwed inpatients, we twisted, impatient
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Gifted with skills, afflicted with greatness
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Both a bit sick and shit is contagious
C7
That's why we're locked in cells down in the basement
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They ain't never seen no kinda shit like Ren & Webby did it
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All you other rappers gotta find a way to level with it
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Someone crack a window, we about to let the devil in it
'Cause we don't run from the madness - we revel in it
[Pré-Refrão]
Bbm C7
RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES! THEY'VE TAKEN OVER!
[Refrão]
Fm Db Fm Bbm
(Oh-ah-oh) So, everybody gather around
Fm Db C7
(Oh-ah-oh) It's the greatest show in town
Fm Db Fm Bbm
(Oh-ah-oh) And when the voices get too loud
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(Oh-ah-oh) Just come on down
[Verso 5]
Well, I'm the king of prescriptions, a compound pharmacy
So place your bets, what side effects will ya get?, It's a mystery
The doctor says he'll cure me with all these magic pills
They say these meds gon' fix my head but I don't think they will
Yeah, I still qualify as mentally ill
Me, too, get the meds and I'll snort 'em with the bill
Webb, chill! You gotta stop acting like a heathen
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Plus you know the shit'll hit harder if you eat them
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Either way, it's cool Ren, really, I don't give a fuck
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Let's run amuck till they lock us back up
Fuck that, bad luck 'cause I'm fast as fuck
No catching up, they won't see me back in cuffs
I heard that, fuck it, I'm lost, my mind's manic
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Fried, frantic, I'm cooked, but sly and dynamic
As the world burns, fuck it, we're doing it live, dammit
Till we go down like the band on the Titanic