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

                            Em                        A5 
Gatesy:         Since the beginning of time I've been able to rhyme,   
                         B5                                Em 
                The kids never gave me trouble, they could never burst my bubble.   
                      Em                     A5 
                I was growing stubble by the age of five,   
                       B5                   Em 
                An individual feature, it impressed the lady teachers.   
                        Em                      A5 
                But the principal never saw the funny side.   
                         B5                              Em                             Em 
                He would send me home alone, with my Mum working at the foam company,   
                                A5                           B5 
                There'd never be 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...   
                B (stop) 
Tripod:         My woobie.   
                Em 
Gatesy:         Not without...   
                D 
Yon:            Not without...   
                C               B (stop) 
Scod:           Not without...   
                       Em                  A5                       B5      Em 
Yon:            It's a blanket which is discoloured on account of saliva.   
                     Em                       A5                        B5 
                As I stand in a court of law, awaiting my sentence for all the things that I did, 
                     Em                      Em                       A5 
                Poisoning all the kids' minds, and pretending to kill my wife Kim ,   
                      B5 
                And befriending Sir Elton John.   
                    Em                  Em 
                I'm sorry for that, I'm sorry for that.   
                             A5                 B5                     Em 
                I won't apologise for killing a cat, or drowning a bat, but I'm sorry for that.   
                Em                 A5           B5      Em 
                I hope God's not a faggot.   
                 

                             Em                  A5 
                And will the members of the jury please stand up?   
                             B5                        Em 
                I'm going to enter my plea, 'cause I'm guilty.   
                        Em                        A5 
                And I'd do it again, but when you put me away today,   
                  B5                    Em 
                I hope and I pray I can sway y'all.   
                      E5          A5                         B5         Em 
                Don't fai-oll me, let me take my woobie into 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               A5 
Tripod:         Dynamite, you should thank me,   
                           B5          Em 
                'Cause I'm slim , never skanky.   
                         Em                 A5 
                Laughing all the way to the bank-y,   
                          B5        Em 
                It's just me and my blankie.  ( X 2 ) 
                 
                (Palm muted) 

Yon:            Yo, introducing...   
                                                                    Em 
Scod:           Yo, and when I'm in the ground, and when I'm in the ground,   
                                  A5                    B5 
                And my rappin' is over and I'm heavenly-bound.   
                                 Em                     Em 
                And if I go supernova I'll be up in the clouds,   
                                    A5 
                The shroud I burned out, but I'm proud,   
                             B5                          Em 
                'Cause I was too loud for you, and I was head of the crowd.   
               Em          A5              B5                Em 
                St. Peter, what a 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.