[{"id":13255715,"name":"$UICIDEBOY$ - Bleach (Lyric Video)","trackName":"$UICIDEBOY$ - Bleach (Lyric Video)","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"$uicideboy$","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace)\nRunning these hoes just like tennis (Tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (What?)\nBlocka-block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (Scope)\nI'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?)\nI'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?)\nScrim back in this bitch, better know\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (Uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (Huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah)\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (Guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my pills straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah)\nFifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah)\nSmoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)\nOD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)\n\nHahaha\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\nStop telling me what to think, to think\nStop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n(Assumptions always being that)\nStop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this coming from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste\nWhat the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (Fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my choppa smiles\nBite the bullet, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought that your life would be worthwhile\nJust another fucking rank-and-file (Bitch)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy)\nDon't touch that fucking dial (Ayy)\nLet's see what's on TV!\nWorld War III in a couple hours (Ayy)\nBut at least, the house is clean (Ayy)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.94] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha\n[00:02.91] (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:05.25] (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.60] (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n[00:11.08] (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:15.36] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace)\n[00:17.09] Running these hoes just like tennis (Tennis)\n[00:18.84] Fuck what you thought of my image (What?)\n[00:20.38] Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n[00:21.92] Semi-auto with the scope (Scope)\n[00:23.75] I'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?)\n[00:25.66] I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?)\n[00:27.61] Scrim back in this bitch, better know\n[00:29.05] I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?)\n[00:30.75] Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah)\n[00:33.03] Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin')\n[00:35.08] Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:37.14] Scammin', give me your card (Uh, what?)\n[00:38.99] Off of a couple them bars (Huh?)\n[00:40.52] Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?)\n[00:41.94] Auto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah)\n[00:43.98] Talkin' a lot of that guala (Guala)\n[00:45.95] From the eses to the shottas\n[00:48.03] Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.63] Get my pills straight from the doctor\n[00:51.18] Off of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:52.95] Offer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah)\n[00:55.05] Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.77] Smoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.92] OD slowly\n[01:01.91] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:04.91] OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)\n[01:08.94] OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)\n[01:12.96] Hahaha\n[01:14.62] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:16.62] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:17.63] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:18.72] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:19.67] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:20.72] Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:22.03] Stop telling me what to think, to think\n[01:22.93] Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n[01:24.08] (Assumptions always being that)\n[01:26.05] Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)\n[01:27.79] I have become what I hate\n[01:29.44] Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n[01:31.29] Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:33.27] Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.58] Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.58] I want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste\n[01:38.20] What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:40.23] Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.37] Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.86] But I choose $uicide\n[01:45.56] Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:47.51] I reject all the people inside (Fuck 'em)\n[01:48.84] They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.62] They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.27] But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:54.31] For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n[01:56.15] Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.98] All the while my choppa smiles\n[01:59.63] Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n[02:01.39] Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:02.95] You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.96] Just another fucking rank-and-file (Bitch)\n[02:07.11] First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.79] Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle\n[02:10.37] Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.39] Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy)\n[02:14.21] Don't touch that fucking dial (Ayy)\n[02:16.00] Let's see what's on TV!\n[02:17.72] World War III in a couple hours (Ayy)\n[02:19.50] But at least, the house is clean (Ayy)\n[02:21.86] Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.43] But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:24.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: $UICIDEBOY$ - Bleach (Lyric Video)\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: $uicideboy$\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha\n  start_ms: 940\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 5250\n- text: (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 5250\n  end_ms: 7600\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  start_ms: 7600\n  end_ms: 11080\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11080\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 15360\n  end_ms: 17090\n- text: Running these hoes just like tennis (Tennis)\n  start_ms: 17090\n  end_ms: 18840\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (What?)\n  start_ms: 18840\n  end_ms: 20380\n- text: Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20380\n  end_ms: 21920\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (Scope)\n  start_ms: 21920\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?)\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?)\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27610\n- text: Scrim back in this bitch, better know\n  start_ms: 27610\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 30750\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 30750\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin')\n  start_ms: 33030\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 37140\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (Uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 37140\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 41940\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 41940\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (Guala)\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 45950\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45950\n  end_ms: 48030\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 48030\n  end_ms: 49630\n- text: Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49630\n  end_ms: 51180\n- text: Off of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51180\n  end_ms: 52950\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 52950\n  end_ms: 55050\n- text: Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 55050\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: Smoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 61910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61910\n  end_ms: 64910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)\n  start_ms: 64910\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 72960\n- text: Hahaha\n  start_ms: 72960\n  end_ms: 74620\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 74620\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 77630\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 77630\n  end_ms: 78720\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 78720\n  end_ms: 79670\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 79670\n  end_ms: 80720\n- text: Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80720\n  end_ms: 82030\n- text: Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  start_ms: 82030\n  end_ms: 82930\n- text: Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  start_ms: 82930\n  end_ms: 84080\n- text: (Assumptions always being that)\n  start_ms: 84080\n  end_ms: 86050\n- text: Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)\n  start_ms: 86050\n  end_ms: 87790\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87790\n  end_ms: 89440\n- text: Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  start_ms: 89440\n  end_ms: 91290\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91290\n  end_ms: 93270\n- text: Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 93270\n  end_ms: 94580\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94580\n  end_ms: 96580\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste\n  start_ms: 96580\n  end_ms: 98200\n- text: What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 98200\n  end_ms: 100230\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 100230\n  end_ms: 101370\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101370\n  end_ms: 103860\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103860\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 107510\n- text: I reject all the people inside (Fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 107510\n  end_ms: 108840\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108840\n  end_ms: 110620\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110620\n  end_ms: 112270\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112270\n  end_ms: 114310\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n  start_ms: 114310\n  end_ms: 116150\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 116150\n  end_ms: 117980\n- text: All the while my choppa smiles\n  start_ms: 117980\n  end_ms: 119630\n- text: Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119630\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 122950\n- text: You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 122950\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: Just another fucking rank-and-file (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 127110\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 127110\n  end_ms: 128790\n- text: Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128790\n  end_ms: 130370\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130370\n  end_ms: 132390\n- text: Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 132390\n  end_ms: 134210\n- text: Don't touch that fucking dial (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 134210\n  end_ms: 136000\n- text: Let's see what's on TV!\n  start_ms: 136000\n  end_ms: 137720\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 137720\n  end_ms: 139500\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 139500\n  end_ms: 141860\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141860\n  end_ms: 143430\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143430\n  end_ms: 144930\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144930\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace)\n  Running these hoes just like tennis (Tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (What?)\n  Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (Scope)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?)\n  Scrim back in this bitch, better know\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (Uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (Huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah)\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (Guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah)\n  Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah)\n  Smoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)\n\n  Hahaha\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  (Assumptions always being that)\n  Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste\n  What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (Fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my choppa smiles\n  Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another fucking rank-and-file (Bitch)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy)\n  Don't touch that fucking dial (Ayy)\n  Let's see what's on TV!\n  World War III in a couple hours (Ayy)\n  But at least, the house is clean (Ayy)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":12449537,"name":"Bleach","trackName":"Bleach","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"$uicideboy$ Videos","duration":161.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace)\nRunning these hoes just like tennis (Tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (What?)\nBlocka-block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (Scope)\nI'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?)\nI'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?)\nScrim back in this bitch, better know\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (Uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (Huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah)\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (Guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my pills straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah)\nFifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah)\nSmoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)\nOD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)\n\nHahaha\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\nStop telling me what to think, to think\nStop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n(Assumptions always being that)\nStop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this coming from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste\nWhat the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (Fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my choppa smiles\nBite the bullet, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought that your life would be worthwhile\nJust another fucking rank-and-file (Bitch)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy)\nDon't touch that fucking dial (Ayy)\nLet's see what's on TV!\nWorld War III in a couple hours (Ayy)\nBut at least, the house is clean (Ayy)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.94] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha\n[00:02.91] (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:05.25] (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.60] (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n[00:11.08] (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:15.36] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace)\n[00:17.09] Running these hoes just like tennis (Tennis)\n[00:18.84] Fuck what you thought of my image (What?)\n[00:20.38] Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n[00:21.92] Semi-auto with the scope (Scope)\n[00:23.75] I'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?)\n[00:25.66] I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?)\n[00:27.61] Scrim back in this bitch, better know\n[00:29.05] I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?)\n[00:30.75] Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah)\n[00:33.03] Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin')\n[00:35.08] Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:37.14] Scammin', give me your card (Uh, what?)\n[00:38.99] Off of a couple them bars (Huh?)\n[00:40.52] Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?)\n[00:41.94] Auto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah)\n[00:43.98] Talkin' a lot of that guala (Guala)\n[00:45.95] From the eses to the shottas\n[00:48.03] Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.63] Get my pills straight from the doctor\n[00:51.18] Off of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:52.95] Offer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah)\n[00:55.05] Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.77] Smoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.92] OD slowly\n[01:01.91] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:04.91] OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)\n[01:08.94] OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)\n[01:12.96] Hahaha\n[01:14.62] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:16.62] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:17.63] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:18.72] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:19.67] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:20.72] Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:22.03] Stop telling me what to think, to think\n[01:22.93] Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n[01:24.08] (Assumptions always being that)\n[01:26.05] Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)\n[01:27.79] I have become what I hate\n[01:29.44] Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n[01:31.29] Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:33.27] Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.58] Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.58] I want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste\n[01:38.20] What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:40.23] Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.37] Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.86] But I choose $uicide\n[01:45.56] Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:47.51] I reject all the people inside (Fuck 'em)\n[01:48.84] They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.62] They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.27] But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:54.31] For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n[01:56.15] Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.98] All the while my choppa smiles\n[01:59.63] Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n[02:01.39] Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:02.95] You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.96] Just another fucking rank-and-file (Bitch)\n[02:07.11] First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.79] Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle\n[02:10.37] Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.39] Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy)\n[02:14.21] Don't touch that fucking dial (Ayy)\n[02:16.00] Let's see what's on TV!\n[02:17.72] World War III in a couple hours (Ayy)\n[02:19.50] But at least, the house is clean (Ayy)\n[02:21.86] Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.43] But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:24.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bleach\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: $uicideboy$ Videos\n  duration_ms: 161000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha\n  start_ms: 940\n  end_ms: 2910\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2910\n  end_ms: 5250\n- text: (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 5250\n  end_ms: 7600\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  start_ms: 7600\n  end_ms: 11080\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11080\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 15360\n  end_ms: 17090\n- text: Running these hoes just like tennis (Tennis)\n  start_ms: 17090\n  end_ms: 18840\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (What?)\n  start_ms: 18840\n  end_ms: 20380\n- text: Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20380\n  end_ms: 21920\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (Scope)\n  start_ms: 21920\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?)\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 25660\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?)\n  start_ms: 25660\n  end_ms: 27610\n- text: Scrim back in this bitch, better know\n  start_ms: 27610\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 30750\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 30750\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin')\n  start_ms: 33030\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 37140\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (Uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 37140\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?)\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 41940\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah)\n  start_ms: 41940\n  end_ms: 43980\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (Guala)\n  start_ms: 43980\n  end_ms: 45950\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45950\n  end_ms: 48030\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 48030\n  end_ms: 49630\n- text: Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49630\n  end_ms: 51180\n- text: Off of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51180\n  end_ms: 52950\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 52950\n  end_ms: 55050\n- text: Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 55050\n  end_ms: 56770\n- text: Smoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56770\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 61910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61910\n  end_ms: 64910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)\n  start_ms: 64910\n  end_ms: 68940\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)\n  start_ms: 68940\n  end_ms: 72960\n- text: Hahaha\n  start_ms: 72960\n  end_ms: 74620\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 74620\n  end_ms: 76620\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 76620\n  end_ms: 77630\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 77630\n  end_ms: 78720\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 78720\n  end_ms: 79670\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 79670\n  end_ms: 80720\n- text: Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80720\n  end_ms: 82030\n- text: Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  start_ms: 82030\n  end_ms: 82930\n- text: Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  start_ms: 82930\n  end_ms: 84080\n- text: (Assumptions always being that)\n  start_ms: 84080\n  end_ms: 86050\n- text: Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)\n  start_ms: 86050\n  end_ms: 87790\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87790\n  end_ms: 89440\n- text: Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  start_ms: 89440\n  end_ms: 91290\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91290\n  end_ms: 93270\n- text: Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 93270\n  end_ms: 94580\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94580\n  end_ms: 96580\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste\n  start_ms: 96580\n  end_ms: 98200\n- text: What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 98200\n  end_ms: 100230\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 100230\n  end_ms: 101370\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101370\n  end_ms: 103860\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103860\n  end_ms: 105560\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 105560\n  end_ms: 107510\n- text: I reject all the people inside (Fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 107510\n  end_ms: 108840\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108840\n  end_ms: 110620\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110620\n  end_ms: 112270\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112270\n  end_ms: 114310\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n  start_ms: 114310\n  end_ms: 116150\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 116150\n  end_ms: 117980\n- text: All the while my choppa smiles\n  start_ms: 117980\n  end_ms: 119630\n- text: Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119630\n  end_ms: 121390\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121390\n  end_ms: 122950\n- text: You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 122950\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: Just another fucking rank-and-file (Bitch)\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 127110\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 127110\n  end_ms: 128790\n- text: Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128790\n  end_ms: 130370\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130370\n  end_ms: 132390\n- text: Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 132390\n  end_ms: 134210\n- text: Don't touch that fucking dial (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 134210\n  end_ms: 136000\n- text: Let's see what's on TV!\n  start_ms: 136000\n  end_ms: 137720\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 137720\n  end_ms: 139500\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (Ayy)\n  start_ms: 139500\n  end_ms: 141860\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141860\n  end_ms: 143430\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143430\n  end_ms: 144930\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144930\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (Yeah, menace)\n  Running these hoes just like tennis (Tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (What?)\n  Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (Scope)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the cult (What?)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (What?)\n  Scrim back in this bitch, better know\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (Huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (Yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (Droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (Uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (Huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (Huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spitting (Grrah)\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (Guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my shit (Yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (Yeah-yeah)\n  Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack (Yeah-yeah)\n  Smoking that pack off the jack (Yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (Slowly)\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (Ho)\n\n  Hahaha\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think (Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  (Assumptions always being that)\n  Stop, stop telling me what to think (Stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a fucking taste\n  What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (Fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my choppa smiles\n  Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another fucking rank-and-file (Bitch)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your fucking bitch is walking down the aisle\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (Ayy)\n  Don't touch that fucking dial (Ayy)\n  Let's see what's on TV!\n  World War III in a couple hours (Ayy)\n  But at least, the house is clean (Ayy)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":32688717,"name":"BLEACH","trackName":"BLEACH","artistName":"$UICIDEBOY$","albumName":"BLEACH","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\nRunning these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (what?)\nBlocka-block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (scope)\nI'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\nI'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\nScrim back in this b-, better know\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my p-s straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\nSmoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\n\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\nStop telling me what to think, to think\nStop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n(Assumptions always being that)\nStop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this coming from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\nWhat the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch them die\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my chopper smile\nWipe the bullets, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought your life would be worthwhile\nJust another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\nDon't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\nLet's see what's on TV\nWorld War III in a couple hours (ayy)\nBut at least, the house is clean (ayy)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n[00:02.97] (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:05.26] (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.65] (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n[00:11.03] (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:15.35] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n[00:17.04] Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n[00:18.90] Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n[00:20.36] Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n[00:21.97] Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n[00:23.71] I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n[00:25.68] I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n[00:27.65] Scrim back in this b-, better know\n[00:29.01] I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n[00:30.73] Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n[00:33.01] Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n[00:35.07] Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:37.19] Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n[00:38.99] Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n[00:40.59] Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n[00:41.92] Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n[00:43.93] Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n[00:45.98] From the eses to the shottas\n[00:48.05] Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.64] Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n[00:51.10] Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:52.99] Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n[00:55.02] 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.78] Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.95] OD slowly\n[01:01.92] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:04.91] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:08.92] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:14.69] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:16.67] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:17.65] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:18.75] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:19.61] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:20.75] Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:22.00] Stop telling me what to think, to think\n[01:22.98] Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n[01:24.06] (Assumptions always being that)\n[01:26.08] Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n[01:27.74] I have become what I hate\n[01:29.48] Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n[01:31.22] Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:33.25] Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.56] Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.51] I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n[01:38.25] What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:40.25] Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.33] Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.88] But I choose $uicide\n[01:45.54] Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:47.59] I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n[01:48.82] They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.64] They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.28] But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:54.35] For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n[01:56.13] Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.93] All the while my chopper smile\n[01:59.68] Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n[02:01.35] Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:02.95] You thought your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.97] Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n[02:07.12] First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.72] Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n[02:10.32] Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.34] Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n[02:14.26] Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n[02:16.02] Let's see what's on TV\n[02:17.72] World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n[02:19.43] But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n[02:21.81] Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.47] But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:24.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: BLEACH\n  artist: $UICIDEBOY$\n  album: BLEACH\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2970\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7650\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 17040\n- text: Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  start_ms: 17040\n  end_ms: 18900\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  start_ms: 18900\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21970\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  start_ms: 21970\n  end_ms: 23710\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  start_ms: 23710\n  end_ms: 25680\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  start_ms: 25680\n  end_ms: 27650\n- text: Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  start_ms: 27650\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 30730\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  start_ms: 30730\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35070\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 35070\n  end_ms: 37190\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 37190\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40590\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 40590\n  end_ms: 41920\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  start_ms: 41920\n  end_ms: 43930\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  start_ms: 43930\n  end_ms: 45980\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45980\n  end_ms: 48050\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 48050\n  end_ms: 49640\n- text: Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49640\n  end_ms: 51100\n- text: Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51100\n  end_ms: 52990\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 52990\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 56780\n- text: Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56780\n  end_ms: 59950\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59950\n  end_ms: 61920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61920\n  end_ms: 64910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 64910\n  end_ms: 68920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 68920\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 76670\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 76670\n  end_ms: 77650\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 77650\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 80750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80750\n  end_ms: 82000\n- text: Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  start_ms: 82000\n  end_ms: 82980\n- text: Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  start_ms: 82980\n  end_ms: 84060\n- text: (Assumptions always being that)\n  start_ms: 84060\n  end_ms: 86080\n- text: Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n  start_ms: 86080\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 89480\n- text: Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  start_ms: 89480\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 93250\n- text: Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 93250\n  end_ms: 94560\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94560\n  end_ms: 96510\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  start_ms: 96510\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 101330\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101330\n  end_ms: 103880\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103880\n  end_ms: 105540\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 105540\n  end_ms: 107590\n- text: I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 107590\n  end_ms: 108820\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108820\n  end_ms: 110640\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110640\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 114350\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  start_ms: 114350\n  end_ms: 116130\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 116130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: All the while my chopper smile\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 119680\n- text: Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119680\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 122950\n- text: You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 122950\n  end_ms: 124970\n- text: Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  start_ms: 124970\n  end_ms: 127120\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 127120\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 130320\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130320\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 134260\n- text: Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  start_ms: 134260\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Let's see what's on TV\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137720\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  start_ms: 137720\n  end_ms: 139430\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  start_ms: 139430\n  end_ms: 141810\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141810\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 144920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144920\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  (Assumptions always being that)\n  Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my chopper smile\n  Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  Let's see what's on TV\n  World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":1197556,"name":"Bleach","trackName":"Bleach","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"Long Term Effects of SUFFERING","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\nRunning these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (what?)\nBlocka-block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (scope)\nI'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\nI'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\nScrim back in this b-, better know\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my p-s straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\nSmoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\n\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\nStop telling me what to think, to think\nStop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n(Assumptions always being that)\nStop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this coming from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\nWhat the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch them die\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my chopper smile\nWipe the bullets, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought your life would be worthwhile\nJust another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\nDon't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\nLet's see what's on TV\nWorld War III in a couple hours (ayy)\nBut at least, the house is clean (ayy)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n[00:02.97] (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:05.26] (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.65] (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n[00:11.03] (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:15.35] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n[00:17.04] Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n[00:18.90] Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n[00:20.36] Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n[00:21.97] Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n[00:23.71] I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n[00:25.68] I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n[00:27.65] Scrim back in this b-, better know\n[00:29.01] I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n[00:30.73] Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n[00:33.01] Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n[00:35.07] Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:37.19] Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n[00:38.99] Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n[00:40.59] Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n[00:41.92] Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n[00:43.93] Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n[00:45.98] From the eses to the shottas\n[00:48.05] Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.64] Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n[00:51.10] Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:52.99] Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n[00:55.02] 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.78] Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.95] OD slowly\n[01:01.92] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:04.91] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:08.92] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:14.69] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:16.67] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:17.65] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:18.75] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:19.61] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:20.75] Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:22.00] Stop telling me what to think, to think\n[01:22.98] Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n[01:24.06] (Assumptions always being that)\n[01:26.08] Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n[01:27.74] I have become what I hate\n[01:29.48] Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n[01:31.22] Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:33.25] Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.56] Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.51] I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n[01:38.25] What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:40.25] Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.33] Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.88] But I choose $uicide\n[01:45.54] Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:47.59] I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n[01:48.82] They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.64] They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.28] But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:54.35] For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n[01:56.13] Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.93] All the while my chopper smile\n[01:59.68] Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n[02:01.35] Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:02.95] You thought your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.97] Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n[02:07.12] First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.72] Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n[02:10.32] Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.34] Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n[02:14.26] Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n[02:16.02] Let's see what's on TV\n[02:17.72] World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n[02:19.43] But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n[02:21.81] Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.47] But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:24.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bleach\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: Long Term Effects of SUFFERING\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2970\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7650\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 17040\n- text: Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  start_ms: 17040\n  end_ms: 18900\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  start_ms: 18900\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21970\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  start_ms: 21970\n  end_ms: 23710\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  start_ms: 23710\n  end_ms: 25680\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  start_ms: 25680\n  end_ms: 27650\n- text: Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  start_ms: 27650\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 30730\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  start_ms: 30730\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35070\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 35070\n  end_ms: 37190\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 37190\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40590\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 40590\n  end_ms: 41920\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  start_ms: 41920\n  end_ms: 43930\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  start_ms: 43930\n  end_ms: 45980\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45980\n  end_ms: 48050\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 48050\n  end_ms: 49640\n- text: Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49640\n  end_ms: 51100\n- text: Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51100\n  end_ms: 52990\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 52990\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 56780\n- text: Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56780\n  end_ms: 59950\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59950\n  end_ms: 61920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61920\n  end_ms: 64910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 64910\n  end_ms: 68920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 68920\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 76670\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 76670\n  end_ms: 77650\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 77650\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 80750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80750\n  end_ms: 82000\n- text: Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  start_ms: 82000\n  end_ms: 82980\n- text: Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  start_ms: 82980\n  end_ms: 84060\n- text: (Assumptions always being that)\n  start_ms: 84060\n  end_ms: 86080\n- text: Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n  start_ms: 86080\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 89480\n- text: Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  start_ms: 89480\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 93250\n- text: Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 93250\n  end_ms: 94560\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94560\n  end_ms: 96510\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  start_ms: 96510\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 101330\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101330\n  end_ms: 103880\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103880\n  end_ms: 105540\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 105540\n  end_ms: 107590\n- text: I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 107590\n  end_ms: 108820\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108820\n  end_ms: 110640\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110640\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 114350\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  start_ms: 114350\n  end_ms: 116130\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 116130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: All the while my chopper smile\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 119680\n- text: Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119680\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 122950\n- text: You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 122950\n  end_ms: 124970\n- text: Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  start_ms: 124970\n  end_ms: 127120\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 127120\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 130320\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130320\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 134260\n- text: Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  start_ms: 134260\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Let's see what's on TV\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137720\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  start_ms: 137720\n  end_ms: 139430\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  start_ms: 139430\n  end_ms: 141810\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141810\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 144920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144920\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  (Assumptions always being that)\n  Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my chopper smile\n  Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  Let's see what's on TV\n  World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":29768126,"name":"Bleach","trackName":"Bleach","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"Long Term Effects of SUFFERING","duration":157.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\nRunning these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (what?)\nBlocka-block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (scope)\nI'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\nI'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\nScrim back in this b-, better know\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my p-s straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\nSmoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\n\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\nStop telling me what to think, to think\nStop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n(Assumptions always being that)\nStop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this coming from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\nWhat the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch them die\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my chopper smile\nWipe the bullets, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought your life would be worthwhile\nJust another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\nDon't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\nLet's see what's on TV\nWorld War III in a couple hours (ayy)\nBut at least, the house is clean (ayy)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n[00:02.97] (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:05.26] (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.65] (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n[00:11.03] (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:15.35] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n[00:17.04] Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n[00:18.90] Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n[00:20.36] Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n[00:21.97] Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n[00:23.71] I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n[00:25.68] I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n[00:27.65] Scrim back in this b-, better know\n[00:29.01] I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n[00:30.73] Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n[00:33.01] Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n[00:35.07] Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:37.19] Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n[00:38.99] Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n[00:40.59] Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n[00:41.92] Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n[00:43.93] Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n[00:45.98] From the eses to the shottas\n[00:48.05] Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.64] Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n[00:51.10] Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:52.99] Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n[00:55.02] 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.78] Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.95] OD slowly\n[01:01.92] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:04.91] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:08.92] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:14.69] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:16.67] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:17.65] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:18.75] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:19.61] Stop telling me what to think\n[01:20.75] Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:22.00] Stop telling me what to think, to think\n[01:22.98] Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n[01:24.06] (Assumptions always being that)\n[01:26.08] Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n[01:27.74] I have become what I hate\n[01:29.48] Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n[01:31.22] Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:33.25] Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.56] Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.51] I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n[01:38.25] What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:40.25] Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.33] Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.88] But I choose $uicide\n[01:45.54] Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:47.59] I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n[01:48.82] They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.64] They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.28] But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:54.35] For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n[01:56.13] Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.93] All the while my chopper smile\n[01:59.68] Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n[02:01.35] Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:02.95] You thought your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.97] Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n[02:07.12] First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.72] Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n[02:10.32] Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.34] Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n[02:14.26] Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n[02:16.02] Let's see what's on TV\n[02:17.72] World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n[02:19.43] But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n[02:21.81] Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.47] But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:24.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bleach\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: Long Term Effects of SUFFERING\n  duration_ms: 157000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2970\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7650\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 17040\n- text: Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  start_ms: 17040\n  end_ms: 18900\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  start_ms: 18900\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21970\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  start_ms: 21970\n  end_ms: 23710\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  start_ms: 23710\n  end_ms: 25680\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  start_ms: 25680\n  end_ms: 27650\n- text: Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  start_ms: 27650\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 30730\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  start_ms: 30730\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35070\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 35070\n  end_ms: 37190\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 37190\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40590\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 40590\n  end_ms: 41920\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  start_ms: 41920\n  end_ms: 43930\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  start_ms: 43930\n  end_ms: 45980\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45980\n  end_ms: 48050\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 48050\n  end_ms: 49640\n- text: Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49640\n  end_ms: 51100\n- text: Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51100\n  end_ms: 52990\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 52990\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 56780\n- text: Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56780\n  end_ms: 59950\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59950\n  end_ms: 61920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61920\n  end_ms: 64910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 64910\n  end_ms: 68920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 68920\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 76670\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 76670\n  end_ms: 77650\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 77650\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 80750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80750\n  end_ms: 82000\n- text: Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  start_ms: 82000\n  end_ms: 82980\n- text: Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  start_ms: 82980\n  end_ms: 84060\n- text: (Assumptions always being that)\n  start_ms: 84060\n  end_ms: 86080\n- text: Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n  start_ms: 86080\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 89480\n- text: Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  start_ms: 89480\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 93250\n- text: Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 93250\n  end_ms: 94560\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94560\n  end_ms: 96510\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  start_ms: 96510\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 101330\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101330\n  end_ms: 103880\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103880\n  end_ms: 105540\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 105540\n  end_ms: 107590\n- text: I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 107590\n  end_ms: 108820\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108820\n  end_ms: 110640\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110640\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 114350\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  start_ms: 114350\n  end_ms: 116130\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 116130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: All the while my chopper smile\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 119680\n- text: Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119680\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 122950\n- text: You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 122950\n  end_ms: 124970\n- text: Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  start_ms: 124970\n  end_ms: 127120\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 127120\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 130320\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130320\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 134260\n- text: Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  start_ms: 134260\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Let's see what's on TV\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137720\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  start_ms: 137720\n  end_ms: 139430\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  start_ms: 139430\n  end_ms: 141810\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141810\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 144920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144920\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  (Assumptions always being that)\n  Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my chopper smile\n  Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  Let's see what's on TV\n  World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":39723367,"name":"Bleach","trackName":"Bleach","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"Album - Long Term Effects of SUFFERING","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\nRunning these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (what?)\nBlocka-block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (scope)\nI'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\nI'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\nScrim back in this b-, better know\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my p-s straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\nSmoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\n\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\nStop telling me what to think, to think\nStop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n(Assumptions always being that)\nStop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this coming from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\nWhat the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch them die\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my chopper smile\nWipe the bullets, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought your life would be worthwhile\nJust another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\nDon't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\nLet's see what's on TV\nWorld War III in a couple hours (ayy)\nBut at least, the house is clean (ayy)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93]Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n[00:02.97](Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:05.26](North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.65](In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n[00:11.03](Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:15.35]I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n[00:17.04]Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n[00:18.90]Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n[00:20.36]Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n[00:21.97]Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n[00:23.71]I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n[00:25.68]I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n[00:27.65]Scrim back in this b-, better know\n[00:29.01]I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n[00:30.73]Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n[00:33.01]Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n[00:35.07]Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:37.19]Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n[00:38.99]Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n[00:40.59]Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n[00:41.92]Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n[00:43.93]Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n[00:45.98]From the eses to the shottas\n[00:48.05]Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.64]Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n[00:51.10]Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:52.99]Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n[00:55.02]50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.78]Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.95]OD slowly\n[01:01.92]OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:04.91]OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:08.92]OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:14.69]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:16.67]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:17.65]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:18.75]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:19.61]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:20.75]Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:22.00]Stop telling me what to think, to think\n[01:22.98]Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n[01:24.06](Assumptions always being that)\n[01:26.08]Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n[01:27.74]I have become what I hate\n[01:29.48]Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n[01:31.22]Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:33.25]Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.56]Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.51]I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n[01:38.25]What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:40.25]Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.33]Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.88]But I choose $uicide\n[01:45.54]Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:47.59]I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n[01:48.82]They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.64]They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.28]But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:54.35]For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n[01:56.13]Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.93]All the while my chopper smile\n[01:59.68]Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n[02:01.35]Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:02.95]You thought your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.97]Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n[02:07.12]First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.72]Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n[02:10.32]Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.34]Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n[02:14.26]Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n[02:16.02]Let's see what's on TV\n[02:17.72]World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n[02:19.43]But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n[02:21.81]Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.47]But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:24.92]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bleach\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: Album - Long Term Effects of SUFFERING\n  duration_ms: 160240\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2970\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7650\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 17040\n- text: Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  start_ms: 17040\n  end_ms: 18900\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  start_ms: 18900\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21970\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  start_ms: 21970\n  end_ms: 23710\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  start_ms: 23710\n  end_ms: 25680\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  start_ms: 25680\n  end_ms: 27650\n- text: Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  start_ms: 27650\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 30730\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  start_ms: 30730\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35070\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 35070\n  end_ms: 37190\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 37190\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40590\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 40590\n  end_ms: 41920\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  start_ms: 41920\n  end_ms: 43930\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  start_ms: 43930\n  end_ms: 45980\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45980\n  end_ms: 48050\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 48050\n  end_ms: 49640\n- text: Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49640\n  end_ms: 51100\n- text: Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51100\n  end_ms: 52990\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 52990\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 56780\n- text: Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56780\n  end_ms: 59950\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59950\n  end_ms: 61920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61920\n  end_ms: 64910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 64910\n  end_ms: 68920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 68920\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 76670\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 76670\n  end_ms: 77650\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 77650\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 80750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80750\n  end_ms: 82000\n- text: Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  start_ms: 82000\n  end_ms: 82980\n- text: Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  start_ms: 82980\n  end_ms: 84060\n- text: (Assumptions always being that)\n  start_ms: 84060\n  end_ms: 86080\n- text: Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n  start_ms: 86080\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 89480\n- text: Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  start_ms: 89480\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 93250\n- text: Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 93250\n  end_ms: 94560\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94560\n  end_ms: 96510\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  start_ms: 96510\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 101330\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101330\n  end_ms: 103880\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103880\n  end_ms: 105540\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 105540\n  end_ms: 107590\n- text: I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 107590\n  end_ms: 108820\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108820\n  end_ms: 110640\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110640\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 114350\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  start_ms: 114350\n  end_ms: 116130\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 116130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: All the while my chopper smile\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 119680\n- text: Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119680\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 122950\n- text: You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 122950\n  end_ms: 124970\n- text: Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  start_ms: 124970\n  end_ms: 127120\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 127120\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 130320\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130320\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 134260\n- text: Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  start_ms: 134260\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Let's see what's on TV\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137720\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  start_ms: 137720\n  end_ms: 139430\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  start_ms: 139430\n  end_ms: 141810\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141810\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 144920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144920\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  (Assumptions always being that)\n  Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my chopper smile\n  Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  Let's see what's on TV\n  World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":38667261,"name":"Bleach","trackName":"Bleach","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"Long Term Effects of SUFFERING","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\nRunning these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (what?)\nBlocka-block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (scope)\nI'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\nI'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\nScrim back in this b-, better know\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my p-s straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\nSmoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\n\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think\nStop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\nStop telling me what to think, to think\nStop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n(Assumptions always being that)\nStop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this coming from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\nWhat the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch them die\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my chopper smile\nWipe the bullets, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought your life would be worthwhile\nJust another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\nDon't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\nLet's see what's on TV\nWorld War III in a couple hours (ayy)\nBut at least, the house is clean (ayy)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93]Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n[00:02.97](Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:05.26](North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.65](In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n[00:11.03](Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:15.35]I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n[00:17.04]Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n[00:18.90]Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n[00:20.36]Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n[00:21.97]Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n[00:23.71]I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n[00:25.68]I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n[00:27.65]Scrim back in this b-, better know\n[00:29.01]I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n[00:30.73]Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n[00:33.01]Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n[00:35.07]Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:37.19]Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n[00:38.99]Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n[00:40.59]Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n[00:41.92]Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n[00:43.93]Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n[00:45.98]From the eses to the shottas\n[00:48.05]Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.64]Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n[00:51.10]Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:52.99]Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n[00:55.02]50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.78]Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.95]OD slowly\n[01:01.92]OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:04.91]OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:08.92]OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:14.69]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:16.67]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:17.65]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:18.75]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:19.61]Stop telling me what to think\n[01:20.75]Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:22.00]Stop telling me what to think, to think\n[01:22.98]Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n[01:24.06](Assumptions always being that)\n[01:26.08]Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n[01:27.74]I have become what I hate\n[01:29.48]Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n[01:31.22]Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:33.25]Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.56]Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.51]I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n[01:38.25]What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:40.25]Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.33]Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.88]But I choose $uicide\n[01:45.54]Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:47.59]I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n[01:48.82]They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.64]They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.28]But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:54.35]For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n[01:56.13]Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.93]All the while my chopper smile\n[01:59.68]Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n[02:01.35]Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:02.95]You thought your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.97]Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n[02:07.12]First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.72]Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n[02:10.32]Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.34]Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n[02:14.26]Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n[02:16.02]Let's see what's on TV\n[02:17.72]World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n[02:19.43]But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n[02:21.81]Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.47]But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:24.92]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bleach\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: Long Term Effects of SUFFERING\n  duration_ms: 165000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2970\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 5260\n- text: (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 5260\n  end_ms: 7650\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  start_ms: 7650\n  end_ms: 11030\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11030\n  end_ms: 15350\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 15350\n  end_ms: 17040\n- text: Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  start_ms: 17040\n  end_ms: 18900\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  start_ms: 18900\n  end_ms: 20360\n- text: Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20360\n  end_ms: 21970\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  start_ms: 21970\n  end_ms: 23710\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  start_ms: 23710\n  end_ms: 25680\n- text: I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  start_ms: 25680\n  end_ms: 27650\n- text: Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  start_ms: 27650\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 30730\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  start_ms: 30730\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 35070\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 35070\n  end_ms: 37190\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 37190\n  end_ms: 38990\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  start_ms: 38990\n  end_ms: 40590\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 40590\n  end_ms: 41920\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  start_ms: 41920\n  end_ms: 43930\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  start_ms: 43930\n  end_ms: 45980\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45980\n  end_ms: 48050\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 48050\n  end_ms: 49640\n- text: Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49640\n  end_ms: 51100\n- text: Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51100\n  end_ms: 52990\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 52990\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 56780\n- text: Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56780\n  end_ms: 59950\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59950\n  end_ms: 61920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61920\n  end_ms: 64910\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 64910\n  end_ms: 68920\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 68920\n  end_ms: 74690\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 74690\n  end_ms: 76670\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 76670\n  end_ms: 77650\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 77650\n  end_ms: 78750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 78750\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: Stop telling me what to think\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 80750\n- text: Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80750\n  end_ms: 82000\n- text: Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  start_ms: 82000\n  end_ms: 82980\n- text: Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  start_ms: 82980\n  end_ms: 84060\n- text: (Assumptions always being that)\n  start_ms: 84060\n  end_ms: 86080\n- text: Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n  start_ms: 86080\n  end_ms: 87740\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87740\n  end_ms: 89480\n- text: Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  start_ms: 89480\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 93250\n- text: Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 93250\n  end_ms: 94560\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94560\n  end_ms: 96510\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  start_ms: 96510\n  end_ms: 98250\n- text: What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 98250\n  end_ms: 100250\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 100250\n  end_ms: 101330\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101330\n  end_ms: 103880\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103880\n  end_ms: 105540\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 105540\n  end_ms: 107590\n- text: I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 107590\n  end_ms: 108820\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108820\n  end_ms: 110640\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110640\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 114350\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  start_ms: 114350\n  end_ms: 116130\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 116130\n  end_ms: 117930\n- text: All the while my chopper smile\n  start_ms: 117930\n  end_ms: 119680\n- text: Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119680\n  end_ms: 121350\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121350\n  end_ms: 122950\n- text: You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 122950\n  end_ms: 124970\n- text: Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  start_ms: 124970\n  end_ms: 127120\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 127120\n  end_ms: 128720\n- text: Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128720\n  end_ms: 130320\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130320\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 134260\n- text: Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  start_ms: 134260\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Let's see what's on TV\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137720\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  start_ms: 137720\n  end_ms: 139430\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  start_ms: 139430\n  end_ms: 141810\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141810\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 144920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 144920\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) Haha, you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) Yeah-yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  Running these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  Blocka-block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  I'm back in this b- with the cult (what?)\n  I'm back in this b- with the phonk (what?)\n  Scrim back in this b-, better know\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spitting (grrah)\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my p-s straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my sh- (yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  Smoking that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think\n  Stop telling me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop telling me what to think, to think\n  Stop, stop telling me, stop telling what to think\n  (Assumptions always being that)\n  Stop, stop telling me what to think (stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this coming from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughing my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a f-ing taste\n  What the f- you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch them die\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my chopper smile\n  Wipe the bullets, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another f-ing rank-and-file (b-)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your f-ing b- is walking down the aisle\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoing the kitchen, picking out new tiles (ayy)\n  Don't touch that f-ing dial (ayy)\n  Let's see what's on TV\n  World War III in a couple hours (ayy)\n  But at least, the house is clean (ayy)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":22032235,"name":"Bleach (Paused)","trackName":"Bleach (Paused)","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"Long Term Effects of SUFFERING","duration":160.24,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\nRunnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (what?)\nBlock a-, block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (scope)\nI'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\nI'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\nScrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my pills straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\nSmokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\nOD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\nStop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\nStop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n(Assumptions always bein' that) stop\nStop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\nWhat the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\n\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my choppa smiles\nBite the bullet, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought that your life would be worthwhile\nJust another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\nDon't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\nLet's see what's on TV!\nWorld War III in a couple hours (ay)\nBut at least, the house is clean (ay)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n[00:02.64] (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:04.92] (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.37] (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n[00:11.28] (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:14.70] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n[00:16.74] Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n[00:18.50] Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n[00:20.07] Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n[00:22.06] Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n[00:23.87] I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n[00:25.77] I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n[00:27.33] Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n[00:29.20] I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n[00:31.13] Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n[00:32.80] Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n[00:34.72] Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:36.54] Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n[00:38.54] Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n[00:40.14] Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n[00:41.91] Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n[00:43.86] Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n[00:45.58] From the eses to the shottas\n[00:47.96] Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.39] Get my pills straight from the doctor\n[00:51.27] Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:53.05] Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n[00:54.68] 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.64] Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.92] OD slowly\n[01:01.82] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:05.58] OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n[01:09.17] OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n[01:14.74] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:15.86] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:16.96] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:18.04] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:18.90] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:19.97] Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:20.91] Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n[01:22.47] Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n[01:23.93] (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n[01:25.49] Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n[01:27.61] I have become what I hate\n[01:28.94] Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n[01:31.22] Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:32.61] Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.46] Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.26] I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n[01:37.85] What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:39.61] Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.27] Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.42] But I choose $uicide\n[01:44.99] Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:46.93] I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n[01:48.52] They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.37] They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.19] But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:53.70] For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n[01:55.81] Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.52] All the while my choppa smiles\n[01:59.32] Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n[02:01.20] Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:03.09] You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.86] Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n[02:06.76] First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.54] Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n[02:10.41] Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.17] Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n[02:14.21] Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n[02:16.02] Let's see what's on TV!\n[02:17.65] World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n[02:19.44] But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n[02:21.21] Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.35] But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:25.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bleach (Paused)\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: Long Term Effects of SUFFERING\n  duration_ms: 160240\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 2640\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2640\n  end_ms: 4920\n- text: (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 4920\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 14700\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 14700\n  end_ms: 16740\n- text: Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  start_ms: 16740\n  end_ms: 18500\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  start_ms: 18500\n  end_ms: 20070\n- text: Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20070\n  end_ms: 22060\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  start_ms: 22060\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 25770\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n  start_ms: 25770\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 29200\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  start_ms: 29200\n  end_ms: 31130\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  start_ms: 31130\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 34720\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 34720\n  end_ms: 36540\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 36540\n  end_ms: 38540\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  start_ms: 38540\n  end_ms: 40140\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 40140\n  end_ms: 41910\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n  start_ms: 41910\n  end_ms: 43860\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  start_ms: 43860\n  end_ms: 45580\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45580\n  end_ms: 47960\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 47960\n  end_ms: 49390\n- text: Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49390\n  end_ms: 51270\n- text: Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51270\n  end_ms: 53050\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 53050\n  end_ms: 54680\n- text: 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 54680\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 61820\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61820\n  end_ms: 65580\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n  start_ms: 65580\n  end_ms: 69170\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n  start_ms: 69170\n  end_ms: 74740\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 74740\n  end_ms: 75860\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 75860\n  end_ms: 76960\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 76960\n  end_ms: 78040\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 78040\n  end_ms: 78900\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 78900\n  end_ms: 79970\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 79970\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 83930\n- text: (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n  start_ms: 83930\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 88940\n- text: Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n  start_ms: 88940\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 92610\n- text: Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 92610\n  end_ms: 94460\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94460\n  end_ms: 96260\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n  start_ms: 96260\n  end_ms: 97850\n- text: What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 97850\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 101270\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101270\n  end_ms: 103420\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103420\n  end_ms: 104990\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 104990\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 108520\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108520\n  end_ms: 110370\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110370\n  end_ms: 112190\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112190\n  end_ms: 113700\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n  start_ms: 113700\n  end_ms: 115810\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 115810\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: All the while my choppa smiles\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 119320\n- text: Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119320\n  end_ms: 121200\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121200\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 124860\n- text: Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n  start_ms: 124860\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 128540\n- text: Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128540\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 132170\n- text: Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n  start_ms: 132170\n  end_ms: 134210\n- text: Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n  start_ms: 134210\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Let's see what's on TV!\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137650\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n  start_ms: 137650\n  end_ms: 139440\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n  start_ms: 139440\n  end_ms: 141210\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141210\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 145280\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145280\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n  Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n  Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n  (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n  Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n  What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my choppa smiles\n  Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n  Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n  Let's see what's on TV!\n  World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n  But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":38001276,"name":"Bleach [Explicit]","trackName":"Bleach [Explicit]","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"Long Term Effects of SUFFERING [Explicit]","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\nRunnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (what?)\nBlock a-, block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (scope)\nI'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\nI'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\nScrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my pills straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\nSmokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\nOD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\nStop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\nStop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n(Assumptions always bein' that) stop\nStop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\nWhat the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\n\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my choppa smiles\nBite the bullet, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought that your life would be worthwhile\nJust another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\nDon't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\nLet's see what's on TV!\nWorld War III in a couple hours (ay)\nBut at least, the house is clean (ay)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n[00:02.64] (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:04.92] (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.37] (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n[00:11.28] (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:14.70] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n[00:16.74] Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n[00:18.50] Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n[00:20.07] Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n[00:22.06] Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n[00:23.87] I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n[00:25.77] I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n[00:27.33] Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n[00:29.20] I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n[00:31.13] Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n[00:32.80] Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n[00:34.72] Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:36.54] Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n[00:38.54] Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n[00:40.14] Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n[00:41.91] Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n[00:43.86] Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n[00:45.58] From the eses to the shottas\n[00:47.96] Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.39] Get my pills straight from the doctor\n[00:51.27] Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:53.05] Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n[00:54.68] 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.64] Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.92] OD slowly\n[01:01.82] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:05.58] OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n[01:09.17] OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n[01:14.74] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:15.86] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:16.96] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:18.04] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:18.90] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:19.97] Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:20.91] Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n[01:22.47] Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n[01:23.93] (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n[01:25.49] Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n[01:27.61] I have become what I hate\n[01:28.94] Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n[01:31.22] Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:32.61] Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.46] Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.26] I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n[01:37.85] What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:39.61] Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.27] Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.42] But I choose $uicide\n[01:44.99] Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:46.93] I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n[01:48.52] They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.37] They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.19] But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:53.70] For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n[01:55.81] Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.52] All the while my choppa smiles\n[01:59.32] Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n[02:01.20] Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:03.09] You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.86] Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n[02:06.76] First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.54] Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n[02:10.41] Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.17] Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n[02:14.21] Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n[02:16.02] Let's see what's on TV!\n[02:17.65] World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n[02:19.44] But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n[02:21.21] Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.35] But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:25.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bleach [Explicit]\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: Long Term Effects of SUFFERING [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 2640\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2640\n  end_ms: 4920\n- text: (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 4920\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 14700\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 14700\n  end_ms: 16740\n- text: Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  start_ms: 16740\n  end_ms: 18500\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  start_ms: 18500\n  end_ms: 20070\n- text: Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20070\n  end_ms: 22060\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  start_ms: 22060\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 25770\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n  start_ms: 25770\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 29200\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  start_ms: 29200\n  end_ms: 31130\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  start_ms: 31130\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 34720\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 34720\n  end_ms: 36540\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 36540\n  end_ms: 38540\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  start_ms: 38540\n  end_ms: 40140\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 40140\n  end_ms: 41910\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n  start_ms: 41910\n  end_ms: 43860\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  start_ms: 43860\n  end_ms: 45580\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45580\n  end_ms: 47960\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 47960\n  end_ms: 49390\n- text: Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49390\n  end_ms: 51270\n- text: Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51270\n  end_ms: 53050\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 53050\n  end_ms: 54680\n- text: 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 54680\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 61820\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61820\n  end_ms: 65580\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n  start_ms: 65580\n  end_ms: 69170\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n  start_ms: 69170\n  end_ms: 74740\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 74740\n  end_ms: 75860\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 75860\n  end_ms: 76960\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 76960\n  end_ms: 78040\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 78040\n  end_ms: 78900\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 78900\n  end_ms: 79970\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 79970\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 83930\n- text: (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n  start_ms: 83930\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 88940\n- text: Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n  start_ms: 88940\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 92610\n- text: Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 92610\n  end_ms: 94460\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94460\n  end_ms: 96260\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n  start_ms: 96260\n  end_ms: 97850\n- text: What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 97850\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 101270\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101270\n  end_ms: 103420\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103420\n  end_ms: 104990\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 104990\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 108520\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108520\n  end_ms: 110370\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110370\n  end_ms: 112190\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112190\n  end_ms: 113700\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n  start_ms: 113700\n  end_ms: 115810\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 115810\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: All the while my choppa smiles\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 119320\n- text: Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119320\n  end_ms: 121200\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121200\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 124860\n- text: Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n  start_ms: 124860\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 128540\n- text: Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128540\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 132170\n- text: Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n  start_ms: 132170\n  end_ms: 134210\n- text: Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n  start_ms: 134210\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Let's see what's on TV!\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137650\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n  start_ms: 137650\n  end_ms: 139440\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n  start_ms: 139440\n  end_ms: 141210\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141210\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 145280\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145280\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n  Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n  Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n  (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n  Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n  What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my choppa smiles\n  Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n  Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n  Let's see what's on TV!\n  World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n  But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"},{"id":30824137,"name":"Bleach (Lyric Video)","trackName":"Bleach (Lyric Video)","artistName":"$uicideboy$","albumName":"Long Term Effects of SUFFERING","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n(North, North) you mad (Northside)\n(In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n(Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\nI'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\nRunnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\nFuck what you thought of my image (what?)\nBlock a-, block-block-block, blah\nSemi-auto with the scope (scope)\nI'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\nI'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\nScrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n\nI'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\nBack and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\nCome back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\nCome hard when you step in my yard\nScammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\nOff of a couple them bars (huh?)\nChoppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\nAuto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n\nTalkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\nFrom the eses to the shottas\nLil Wetto with yoppas\nGet my pills straight from the doctor\nOff of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\nOffer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\nSmokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\nOD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly\nOD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\nOD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think\nStop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\nStop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\nStop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n(Assumptions always bein' that) stop\nStop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n\nI have become what I hate\nSad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\nToo bad that it ain't a race\nCoughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\nAlways in bad shape, blunt to the face\nI want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\nWhat the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\nYung Plague got nothing to hide\n\nNow, I've never been one for pickin' sides\nBut I choose $uicide\nYeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\nI reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\nThey can run, they can hide\nThey can swim, they can fly\nBut I'll hunt 'em day and night\nFor the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n\nThen shed tears like a crocodile\nAll the while my choppa smiles\nBite the bullet, that's not my style\nBelly full of lead and stomach bile\nYou thought that your life would be worthwhile\nJust another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\nFirst came school, then you got a job\nNow your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n\nSafe neighborhood for the domicile\nRedoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\nDon't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\nLet's see what's on TV!\nWorld War III in a couple hours (ay)\nBut at least, the house is clean (ay)\nBodies will be piled for miles and miles\nBut the maid service was free, uh","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n[00:02.64] (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n[00:04.92] (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n[00:07.37] (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n[00:11.28] (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n[00:14.70] I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n[00:16.74] Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n[00:18.50] Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n[00:20.07] Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n[00:22.06] Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n[00:23.87] I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n[00:25.77] I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n[00:27.33] Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n[00:29.20] I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n[00:31.13] Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n[00:32.80] Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n[00:34.72] Come hard when you step in my yard\n[00:36.54] Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n[00:38.54] Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n[00:40.14] Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n[00:41.91] Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n[00:43.86] Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n[00:45.58] From the eses to the shottas\n[00:47.96] Lil Wetto with yoppas\n[00:49.39] Get my pills straight from the doctor\n[00:51.27] Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n[00:53.05] Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n[00:54.68] 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:56.64] Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n[00:59.92] OD slowly\n[01:01.82] OD slowly, OD slowly\n[01:05.58] OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n[01:09.17] OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n[01:14.74] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:15.86] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:16.96] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:18.04] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:18.90] Stop tellin' me what to think\n[01:19.97] Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n[01:20.91] Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n[01:22.47] Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n[01:23.93] (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n[01:25.49] Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n[01:27.61] I have become what I hate\n[01:28.94] Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n[01:31.22] Too bad that it ain't a race\n[01:32.61] Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n[01:34.46] Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n[01:36.26] I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n[01:37.85] What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n[01:39.61] Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n[01:41.27] Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n[01:43.42] But I choose $uicide\n[01:44.99] Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n[01:46.93] I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n[01:48.52] They can run, they can hide\n[01:50.37] They can swim, they can fly\n[01:52.19] But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n[01:53.70] For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n[01:55.81] Then shed tears like a crocodile\n[01:57.52] All the while my choppa smiles\n[01:59.32] Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n[02:01.20] Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n[02:03.09] You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n[02:04.86] Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n[02:06.76] First came school, then you got a job\n[02:08.54] Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n[02:10.41] Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n[02:12.17] Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n[02:14.21] Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n[02:16.02] Let's see what's on TV!\n[02:17.65] World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n[02:19.44] But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n[02:21.21] Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n[02:23.35] But the maid service was free, uh\n[02:25.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bleach (Lyric Video)\n  artist: $uicideboy$\n  album: Long Term Effects of SUFFERING\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  start_ms: 40\n  end_ms: 2640\n- text: (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  start_ms: 2640\n  end_ms: 4920\n- text: (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n  start_ms: 4920\n  end_ms: 7370\n- text: (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 7370\n  end_ms: 11280\n- text: (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n  start_ms: 11280\n  end_ms: 14700\n- text: I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  start_ms: 14700\n  end_ms: 16740\n- text: Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  start_ms: 16740\n  end_ms: 18500\n- text: Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  start_ms: 18500\n  end_ms: 20070\n- text: Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n  start_ms: 20070\n  end_ms: 22060\n- text: Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  start_ms: 22060\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 25770\n- text: I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n  start_ms: 25770\n  end_ms: 27330\n- text: Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n  start_ms: 27330\n  end_ms: 29200\n- text: I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  start_ms: 29200\n  end_ms: 31130\n- text: Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  start_ms: 31130\n  end_ms: 32800\n- text: Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  start_ms: 32800\n  end_ms: 34720\n- text: Come hard when you step in my yard\n  start_ms: 34720\n  end_ms: 36540\n- text: Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 36540\n  end_ms: 38540\n- text: Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  start_ms: 38540\n  end_ms: 40140\n- text: Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  start_ms: 40140\n  end_ms: 41910\n- text: Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n  start_ms: 41910\n  end_ms: 43860\n- text: Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  start_ms: 43860\n  end_ms: 45580\n- text: From the eses to the shottas\n  start_ms: 45580\n  end_ms: 47960\n- text: Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  start_ms: 47960\n  end_ms: 49390\n- text: Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  start_ms: 49390\n  end_ms: 51270\n- text: Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n  start_ms: 51270\n  end_ms: 53050\n- text: Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 53050\n  end_ms: 54680\n- text: 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 54680\n  end_ms: 56640\n- text: Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n  start_ms: 56640\n  end_ms: 59920\n- text: OD slowly\n  start_ms: 59920\n  end_ms: 61820\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly\n  start_ms: 61820\n  end_ms: 65580\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n  start_ms: 65580\n  end_ms: 69170\n- text: OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n  start_ms: 69170\n  end_ms: 74740\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 74740\n  end_ms: 75860\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 75860\n  end_ms: 76960\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 76960\n  end_ms: 78040\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 78040\n  end_ms: 78900\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think\n  start_ms: 78900\n  end_ms: 79970\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n  start_ms: 79970\n  end_ms: 80910\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n  start_ms: 80910\n  end_ms: 82470\n- text: Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n  start_ms: 82470\n  end_ms: 83930\n- text: (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n  start_ms: 83930\n  end_ms: 85490\n- text: Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n  start_ms: 85490\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: I have become what I hate\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 88940\n- text: Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n  start_ms: 88940\n  end_ms: 91220\n- text: Too bad that it ain't a race\n  start_ms: 91220\n  end_ms: 92610\n- text: Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  start_ms: 92610\n  end_ms: 94460\n- text: Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  start_ms: 94460\n  end_ms: 96260\n- text: I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n  start_ms: 96260\n  end_ms: 97850\n- text: What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  start_ms: 97850\n  end_ms: 99610\n- text: Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n  start_ms: 99610\n  end_ms: 101270\n- text: Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  start_ms: 101270\n  end_ms: 103420\n- text: But I choose $uicide\n  start_ms: 103420\n  end_ms: 104990\n- text: Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  start_ms: 104990\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 108520\n- text: They can run, they can hide\n  start_ms: 108520\n  end_ms: 110370\n- text: They can swim, they can fly\n  start_ms: 110370\n  end_ms: 112190\n- text: But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  start_ms: 112190\n  end_ms: 113700\n- text: For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n  start_ms: 113700\n  end_ms: 115810\n- text: Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  start_ms: 115810\n  end_ms: 117520\n- text: All the while my choppa smiles\n  start_ms: 117520\n  end_ms: 119320\n- text: Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  start_ms: 119320\n  end_ms: 121200\n- text: Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  start_ms: 121200\n  end_ms: 123090\n- text: You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  start_ms: 123090\n  end_ms: 124860\n- text: Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n  start_ms: 124860\n  end_ms: 126760\n- text: First came school, then you got a job\n  start_ms: 126760\n  end_ms: 128540\n- text: Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n  start_ms: 128540\n  end_ms: 130410\n- text: Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  start_ms: 130410\n  end_ms: 132170\n- text: Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n  start_ms: 132170\n  end_ms: 134210\n- text: Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n  start_ms: 134210\n  end_ms: 136020\n- text: Let's see what's on TV!\n  start_ms: 136020\n  end_ms: 137650\n- text: World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n  start_ms: 137650\n  end_ms: 139440\n- text: But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n  start_ms: 139440\n  end_ms: 141210\n- text: Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  start_ms: 141210\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: But the maid service was free, uh\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 145280\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 145280\nplain: |-\n  Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer\n  (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)\n  (North, North) you mad (Northside)\n  (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah\n  (Time to go back to speak that lingo)\n\n  I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace)\n  Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis)\n  Fuck what you thought of my image (what?)\n  Block a-, block-block-block, blah\n  Semi-auto with the scope (scope)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?)\n  I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?)\n  Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know)\n\n  I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?)\n  Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah)\n  Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin')\n  Come hard when you step in my yard\n  Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?)\n  Off of a couple them bars (huh?)\n  Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?)\n  Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah)\n\n  Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala)\n  From the eses to the shottas\n  Lil Wetto with yoppas\n  Get my pills straight from the doctor\n  Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop)\n  Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah)\n  50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah)\n  Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah)\n\n  OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly)\n  OD slowly, OD slowly (ho)\n\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think\n  Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions)\n  Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions)\n  Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think\n  (Assumptions always bein' that) stop\n  Stop tellin' me what to think (stop)\n\n  I have become what I hate\n  Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away\n  Too bad that it ain't a race\n  Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place\n  Always in bad shape, blunt to the face\n  I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste\n  What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed\n  Yung Plague got nothing to hide\n\n  Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides\n  But I choose $uicide\n  Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world\n  I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em)\n  They can run, they can hide\n  They can swim, they can fly\n  But I'll hunt 'em day and night\n  For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die\n\n  Then shed tears like a crocodile\n  All the while my choppa smiles\n  Bite the bullet, that's not my style\n  Belly full of lead and stomach bile\n  You thought that your life would be worthwhile\n  Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch)\n  First came school, then you got a job\n  Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle\n\n  Safe neighborhood for the domicile\n  Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay)\n  Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay)\n  Let's see what's on TV!\n  World War III in a couple hours (ay)\n  But at least, the house is clean (ay)\n  Bodies will be piled for miles and miles\n  But the maid service was free, uh\n"}]