Dm                      Am           E
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
           Am        Dm
As the title of the album suggests
 Am                       E
This was meant for your listening pleasure
   Am
While you are being done in


[Verse 1]
                    Am
Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (Yeah)
Am
Like the shade in these windows
Am
Smoke gray, ladies go mental
Am
But no way they can see in though (Nah)
Dm
OJ blade is a pencil (Yeah)
Am
Propane takin' my cranium
E
Code-name Titanium Temple
E
I almost swallowed my car
Am
I call my Mercedes a Benzo
Am
Bitch, I ball like a baby
Am
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Am
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
 Dm
’Cause I got a huge mansion
   Am                    E
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
N.C.
Too scandalous, Sue Atkins
Am
The kinda crazy you can't fix
Am
I'm still the one that your parents hate
Am
I’m in your house eatin' carrot-cake
Am
While I sit there and wait and I marinate
    Dm
I'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fate
      Am                             E
And come home to find yourself starin' straight into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
N.C.
Raise the concerto while I narrate
 Am
Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
N.C.
I be on a higher plane in aerospace
 Dm                                                Am
With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane
               E                            N.C.
Unlike you 'cause you’re on a flight too, but it’s a staircase


[Chorus]
       Am
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
 Am
I'm losin’ control
Am
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Am
Overd-d-dose
 Dm                               Am
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo
  Am
Like a win-window
 E                      Am
Little engine gone, little engine


[Verse 2]
           Am
I am the top-selling, who cares?
 Am
Stop dwelling, then stop yelling
Am
I'm not yelling, you're yelling
Am
Smart-aleck, goddammit
Dm
Fuck is that? Stop hammering (Goddamn)
Am
That's what it sounds like in my brain
E
Much as I fight to restrain
E
I have the right to remain violent
                   Am
Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you
Am
Icicle veins, mics will get slain
Am
Life, it will strangle you with bicycle chain
Am
You’re gonna have to come identify the remains
       Dm
Wait, what?
Dm                                Am
I said my head is twisted like a bread tie (Yup)
Am                        E
Can't get a fuckin' word in, edgewise (Shut up)
E
Success overnight like a red-eye (Bitch)
                    Am
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside
 Am
I'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
Am
In appliances by the washers and dryers
Am                          Dm
Chick ran up like, "Marshall on fire"
 Dm                   Am
I looked down and said, "No, I'm not, you're a liar"
        E
She said, "No, your music"
   E                                       Am
Heard you're back with the Doctor and I heard


[Chorus]
       Am
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
 Am
I'm losin’ control
Am
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Am
Overd-d-dose
 Dm                               Am
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo
  Am
Like a win-window
 E                      Am
Little engine gone, little engine


[Verse 3]

Dr. Dre
            Am
(Psycho) Psycho killer, (Michael) Michael, Thriller
   Am
(My flow) My flow apeshit, (I, I go) I go-rilla
   Dm                                  Am
(My flow) My flow still a (Psycho) psycho killer (Killer)
   E
(Nitro) Hi ho, Silva
  E
Similes and idioms giddy up
Am
I think I can, I think I can
Am
I know I can, psycho I am
Am
Michael, my knife go right hand
 Am
In my left hand, I hold mic stand
 Dm
Little engine gone
 Dm                       Am
Chicka-ch-ch-chill like I z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch (Yeah)
 E
Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel (Nil), word to Goodwill-will
 Am
This must be how bein' hoodrich feels
Am
Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill (Hi-ho)
 Dm
Finna take you out like an outro
Am
Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out ho
 E
Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo
 E
Balboa with a scalpel
 E
Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo


[Chorus]
       Am
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
 Am
I'm losin’ control
Am
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Am
Overd-d-dose
 Dm                               Am
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the en-endo
  Am
Like a win-window
 E                      Am
Little engine gone, little engine