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bitch, that's just how you act\n  start_ms: 118030\n  end_ms: 121860\n- text: (Dark, dark)\n  start_ms: 121860\n  end_ms: 127020\n- text: (Yayo)\n  start_ms: 127020\n  end_ms: 129550\n- text: (Dark, dark)\n  start_ms: 129550\n  end_ms: 133550\n- text: (Yayo)\n  start_ms: 133550\n  end_ms: 138040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 138040\nplain: |-\n  A dark night (dark, dark)\n  (Yayo)\n\n  Turn this bitch into Virginia Tech, ayy\n  Got the chopper just to make 'em wet, ayy\n  Dynamite around my vest, ayy\n  We them G-59 terrorists, ayy, ayy\n\n  Keep throwin' threats, and I'll keep yawning\n  Light my cigarette, you just keep on talking\n  Watch where you tread, please watch where you walking\n  I'm from Vietnam, better known as New Orleans\n\n  The smell of death is so, so familiar\n  I'm that silhouette, that all black figure\n  Grave-digger, gray killer, Lil Cut Throat\n  Drag 'em to the river, watch his fucking body float\n\n  (Dark, dark)\n  (Yayo)\n  (Dark, dark)\n  (Yayo)\n\n  Two empty pill bottles, I'm fucking duckin'\n  I can't call my plug no more, oh no, but I'll prolly say fuck it\n  Oh, how I love it, really, it ain't for discussion\n  But the truth ain't that far from it\n\n  I keep on buggin', like fuck it, I'ma say it\n  Like fuck it, I'ma fuck up\n  Like fuck it, I'm a fuck-up, and it's fucked up\n  It's just my dumb luck, it's just my dumb luck\n\n  You'll never put me down more than I have\n  You'd have been down, and it's more than I have\n  Fake fucking smile with the knife in my back\n  Fake fucking child, bitch, that's just how you act\n\n  (Dark, dark)\n  (Yayo)\n  (Dark, dark)\n  (Yayo)\n"}]