Eminem's Woobie

Robbie:         Now, this one's from
 a quote by Eminem's Mum, about him 
never
                leaving his 
\"woobie\" - that's his security 
blanket - behind.
                Plus, Scod used to 
get called \"Egg Carton\" at school.
 I dunno
                why. Neither does 
he.

                      Em           
Tripod:         Do do doo... do do 
A5
do do...
                      B5           
                Do do doo... do do 
Em
do do...
                      Em           
                Do do doo... do do 
A5
do do...
                      B5           
                Do do doo... do do 
Em
do do...

                            Em     
Gatesy:         Since the beginning
                   A5
 of time I've been able to rhyme,
                         B5        
                The kids never gave
                        Em
 me trouble, they could never burst 
my bubble.
                      Em     
                I was growing 
                A5
stubble by the age of five,
                       B5    
                An individual 
               Em
feature, it impressed the lady 
teachers.
                        Em       
                But the principal 
               A5
never saw the funny side.
                         B5     
                He would send me 
                         Em        
home alone, with my Mum working at 
                     Em
the foam company,
                There'd never be 
A5                           B5
anyone around to comfort me.

                (ok it is the same 
chords here but it is hard to tell 
where the
                 chord changes are, 
as Gatesy is saying it so fast)
                I see... the me... I
 tried... to fly... but why... do 
I...
                Rely on an 
itty-bitty blanket?
                I'll cry... if 
you... refuse... to use...
                A little bit of 
class, my arse is on the line here.
                I'm confessing a 
line, I'll confide,
                I'd never be the man
 I am without the love my woobie 
provides.

Gatesy:         Come on!
(Chorus is barre chords, but you can
 play whatever you like)
                Em
Gatesy:         Not without...
                D
Yon:            Not without...
                C
Scod:           Not without...
                B (stop)
Tripod:         My woobie.
                Em
Gatesy:         Not without...
                D
Yon:            Not without...
                C
Scod:           Not without...
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                B (stop)
Tripod:         My woobie.
                Em
Gatesy:         Not without...
                D
Yon:            Not without...
                C               B 
(stop)
Scod:           Not without...

                       Em          
Yon:            It's a blanket 
        A5                       
which is discoloured on account 
B5      Em
of saliva.
                     Em        
                As I stand in a 
               A5                  
court of law, awaiting my sentence 
      B5
for all the things that I did,
                     Em          
                Poisoning all the 
            Em                     
kids' minds, and pretending to kill
  A5
 my wife Kim,
                      B5
                And befriending Sir 
Elton John.
                    Em             
                I'm sorry for that,
     Em
 I'm sorry for that.
                             A5  
                I won't apologise 
               B5               
for killing a cat, or drowning a 
      Em
bat, but I'm sorry for that.
                Em                 
                I hope God's not a 
A5           B5      Em
faggot.

                             Em    
                And will the 
              A5
members of the jury please stand up?
                             B5    
                I'm going to enter 
                    Em
my plea, 'cause I'm guilty.
                        Em         
                And I'd do it 
               A5
again, but when you put me away 
today,
                  B5               
                I hope and I pray I
     Em
 can sway y'all.
                      E5          
                Don't fai-oll me, 
A5                         B5    
let me take my woobie into 
     Em
ga-oll.

                Em
Gatesy:         Not without...
                D
Yon:            Not without...
                C
Scod:           Not without...
                B
Tripod:         My woobie.
                Em
Gatesy:         Not without...
                D
Yon:            Not without...
                C
Scod:           Not without...
                B
Tripod:         My woobie.
                (same as above, you 
got it now)
Gatesy:         Not without...
Yon:            Not without...
Scod:           Not without...

                    Em             
Tripod:         Dynamite, you 
  A5
should thank me,
                           B5   
                'Cause I'm slim, 
       Em
never skanky.
                         Em        
                Laughing all the 
         A5
way to the bank-y,
                          B5       
                It's just me and my
 Em
 blankie.  ( X 2 )

                (Palm muted)
Yon:            Yo, introducing...
Scod:           Yo, and when I'm in 
the ground, and when I'm in the 
Em
ground,
                And my rappin' is 
A5                    B5
over and I'm heavenly-bound.
                And if I go 
     Em                     Em
supernova I'll be up in the clouds,
                The shroud I burned 
A5
out, but I'm proud,
                             B5 
                'Cause I was too 
                         Em
loud for you, and I was head of the 
crowd.
               Em          A5     
                St. Peter, what a 
         B5                Em
treat-a, nice to meet'cha, nice 
white sheet-a.
               Em                  
A5                       B5         
 (stop)
                Won't you lead the 
way through the heavenly gate?

                But wait...



Gatesy:         Not without...
Yon:            Not without...
Scod:           Not without...
Tripod:         My woobie.
Gatesy:         Not without...
Gatesy:         That's Egg Carton 
playing the guitar, y'all!
Yon:            Not without...
Scod:           Not without...
Scod:           Thank you!
Tripod:         My woobie.
Gatesy:         Not without...
Yon:            Not without...
Scod:           Not without...


Tripod:         Dynamite, you should
 thank me,
                'Cause I'm slim, 
never skanky.
                Laughing all the way
 to the bank-y,
                It's just me and my 
blankie.