G                    A7
We've had a hell of a ride
     C                            G
But you thought we were riding to heaven
     G                 A7
Well, I motherfucking lied
     C                        C7
Now crank that funky shit to eleven


[Interlude]
G A7 C C7 x2

[Verse] 

N.C.
Photosynthetical. I want 'em botanical
N.C.
And I'm kind of theoretical (what)
N.C.
Quantum mechanical (what)
N.C.
Alphabetical, a word puritanical
N.C.
Not a hypothetical
N.C.
I rule tyrannical

G
Tyrannical-saurus-rex, fuck the system, solar plexus
G
A lone star Texas, yeah, Too smart to be sexist, hey
G
Slow it down; the shit's too quick, Fuck it; stick with it, the kid is too sick to quit
G
Haters, suck my dick, handle the candle, lick the wick
N.C.
No, stop, You're better than that
N.C.
Come on, mail definition; there's a letter in that

      G
Spell "male" then repeat the second letter in that, "A" "A" If you got a girl, let her in that
G
I said I got a green light, Jay Gatsby, you know leaking's just for maxi
G
Leak my tracks, they're tax-free, the way it should be, if you ask me
G
Take this music, choose it, use it, fuse it, abuse it, lose it
G
Some of you like it sweet, but if it's just me, then, “B”, let's ride the beat

G
Fuck it, get a bucket, my stomach is gonna upchuck
A7
Texas ranger, no, walker, get up, Chuck
C
Pixar's dicks are slick 'cause they fucked up
G
What a fucked up stuck up suck up


[Pre-chorus]

G
Say this shit is crap, scoff
F/Eb
Write me off as some white kid tryin' to rap
Em
Because I'm willing to quit,
                 D7
Just kidding the kid'll keep killing this shit, oh


[Chorus]

G                     A7
We've had a hell of a ride
    C                                G
But you thought we were riding up to heaven
      G               A7
Well, I motherfucking lied
    C                       G
So crank that funky shit to eleven
G                     A7
We've had a hell of a ride
    C                                G
But you thought we were riding up to heaven, heaven
 G               A7
I motherfucking lied
    C                        C7
So crank that funky shit to eleven, baby


[Verse] 
G
Lyrical acrobat, listen, empirical mathematician, the lyrical aftermath
G
Is it part due to the fact that rap's elastic addict is missing
G
Too smart to be dismissed, hey, Miss Heart meet Mister Fist
G
Kids can't cut it so they try a wrist, shit, got nothin' on me; I'm a nihilist


         G
Come on, Bo, flow, blow like the wind go
A7
Flow like the wind blow, blowin' out the window
C                              C7
Amnesty, amnesia, I remember a window in Indonesia
           G
Pleased to meet ya


G
I don't believe in Jesus, Jesus please don't sneeze your cheeze-its
G
Please, it's just what I believe, It's not Jesus. It's Cheezez-Its, right?
G
Not like the Jeremiah Wright guy, Rhyme too tight and it's making you fight mine
G
Skin Lite-Brite, like at night what you write by, Lord of the Rings but I'm the Tolkien white guy


[Pre-chorus]

G
Too dense, gotta rewind it
F/Eb
Hate my brain but too sane to mind it
Em
Meanings there, but as a rule of thumb
     D7
Just hum if you're too dumb to find it (hmmm)


[Chorus]

G                     A7
We've had a hell of a ride
     C                               C7
But you thought we were riding up to heaven
      G               A7
Well, I motherfucking lied
   C                        C7
So crank that funky shit to eleven
G                     A7
We've had a hell of a ride
     C                               C7
But you thought we were riding up to heaven, heaven
G               A7
I motherfucking lied
    C                        C7
Now crank that funky shit to eleven, baby