[{"id":34660968,"name":"The Madness","trackName":"The Madness","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter: The Instrumentals EP","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1:]\nHey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\nGetting twisted almost every night\nMy mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\nI'm not the marry type\nI make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\nI'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\nTo the great, soon to see me right on Madison\nBally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\nI tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\nOutdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\nHold the rifle in place, knife in your face\nI'm out the world just like a lightning in space\nThe ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 2:]\nFuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\nBrazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\nYou're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\nI'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\nPhone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\nWe eat steak, wine and chees plate\nBronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\nPlay it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\nMy feet slide just like a hockey player\nEating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\nSucky sucky, happy ending shower\nWifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\nCrush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\nMy rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\nI bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\nPolo fitted with a leather grip\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 3:]\nI wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\nTwisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\nHop in the whip and go for breakfast\nFried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\nDamn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\nMy beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\nEveryday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\nOr use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\nI'll feed her coke for a dick suck\nPut a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\nNow it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\nPop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\nThis shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\nOr the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\nIt's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\nWatching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\nMy eyes are open like an owl though\nAnimosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\nBut if I die before the hour go\nJust place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\nEgyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\nGuns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\nCop the work then they bagging coke\nTransporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\nTo the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\nMaster flow word now so I got cash to blow\nWhen I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\nI'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14] [Verse 1:]\n[00:09.59] Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n[00:12.03] Getting twisted almost every night\n[00:13.72] My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n[00:16.45] I'm not the marry type\n[00:17.40] I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n[00:20.18] I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n[00:22.67] To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n[00:25.32] Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n[00:27.73] I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n[00:30.52] Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n[00:33.21] Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n[00:35.29] I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n[00:37.21] The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n[00:40.03] [Hook:]\n[00:40.47] This is madness, certified madness\n[00:42.65] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[00:45.32] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[00:48.02] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[00:50.18] [Verse 2:]\n[00:50.49] Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n[00:52.60] Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n[00:55.63] You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n[00:57.96] I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n[01:00.66] Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n[01:03.39] We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n[01:05.72] Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n[01:08.08] Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n[01:10.88] My feet slide just like a hockey player\n[01:12.66] Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n[01:15.93] Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n[01:17.93] Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n[01:20.54] Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n[01:23.37] My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n[01:25.95] I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n[01:29.09] Polo fitted with a leather grip\n[01:30.88] [Hook:]\n[01:31.13] This is madness, certified madness\n[01:33.06] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[01:35.70] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[01:38.17] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[01:40.58] [Verse 3:]\n[01:40.91] I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n[01:43.07] Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n[01:46.10] Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n[01:47.75] Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n[01:50.14] Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n[01:53.45] My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n[01:55.47] Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n[01:58.97] Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n[02:01.14] I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n[02:02.77] Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n[02:05.37] Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n[02:08.48] Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n[02:10.83] (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n[02:16.03] This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n[02:18.68] Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n[02:21.16] It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n[02:24.42] Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n[02:26.07] My eyes are open like an owl though\n[02:28.52] Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n[02:31.56] But if I die before the hour go\n[02:33.70] Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n[02:36.77] Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n[02:39.33] Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n[02:41.36] Cop the work then they bagging coke\n[02:43.66] Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n[02:46.61] To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n[02:49.39] Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n[02:51.73] When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n[02:54.52] I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n[02:57.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Madness\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: 'Dr. Lecter: The Instrumentals EP'\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse 1:]'\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 9590\n- text: Hey yo you ready? 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Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n  Getting twisted almost every night\n  My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n  I'm not the marry type\n  I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n  I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n  To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n  Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n  I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n  Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n  Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n  I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n  The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n  Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n  You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n  I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n  Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n  We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n  Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n  Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n  My feet slide just like a hockey player\n  Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n  Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n  Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n  Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n  My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n  I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n  Polo fitted with a leather grip\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 3:]\n  I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n  Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n  Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n  Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n  Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n  My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n  Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n  Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n  I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n  Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n  Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n  Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n  (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n  This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n  Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n  It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n  Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n  My eyes are open like an owl though\n  Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n  But if I die before the hour go\n  Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n  Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n  Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n  Cop the work then they bagging coke\n  Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n  To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n  Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n  When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n  I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n"},{"id":35377004,"name":"The Madness (Instrumental)","trackName":"The Madness (Instrumental)","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter (The Instrumentals)","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1:]\nHey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\nGetting twisted almost every night\nMy mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\nI'm not the marry type\nI make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\nI'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\nTo the great, soon to see me right on Madison\nBally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\nI tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\nOutdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\nHold the rifle in place, knife in your face\nI'm out the world just like a lightning in space\nThe ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 2:]\nFuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\nBrazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\nYou're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\nI'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\nPhone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\nWe eat steak, wine and chees plate\nBronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\nPlay it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\nMy feet slide just like a hockey player\nEating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\nSucky sucky, happy ending shower\nWifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\nCrush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\nMy rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\nI bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\nPolo fitted with a leather grip\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 3:]\nI wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\nTwisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\nHop in the whip and go for breakfast\nFried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\nDamn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\nMy beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\nEveryday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\nOr use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\nI'll feed her coke for a dick suck\nPut a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\nNow it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\nPop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\nThis shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\nOr the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\nIt's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\nWatching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\nMy eyes are open like an owl though\nAnimosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\nBut if I die before the hour go\nJust place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\nEgyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\nGuns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\nCop the work then they bagging coke\nTransporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\nTo the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\nMaster flow word now so I got cash to blow\nWhen I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\nI'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14] [Verse 1:]\n[00:09.59] Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n[00:12.03] Getting twisted almost every night\n[00:13.72] My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n[00:16.45] I'm not the marry type\n[00:17.40] I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n[00:20.18] I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n[00:22.67] To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n[00:25.32] Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n[00:27.73] I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n[00:30.52] Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n[00:33.21] Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n[00:35.29] I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n[00:37.21] The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n[00:40.03] [Hook:]\n[00:40.47] This is madness, certified madness\n[00:42.65] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[00:45.32] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[00:48.02] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[00:50.18] [Verse 2:]\n[00:50.49] Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n[00:52.60] Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n[00:55.63] You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n[00:57.96] I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n[01:00.66] Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n[01:03.39] We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n[01:05.72] Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n[01:08.08] Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n[01:10.88] My feet slide just like a hockey player\n[01:12.66] Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n[01:15.93] Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n[01:17.93] Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n[01:20.54] Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n[01:23.37] My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n[01:25.95] I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n[01:29.09] Polo fitted with a leather grip\n[01:30.88] [Hook:]\n[01:31.13] This is madness, certified madness\n[01:33.06] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[01:35.70] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[01:38.17] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[01:40.58] [Verse 3:]\n[01:40.91] I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n[01:43.07] Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n[01:46.10] Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n[01:47.75] Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n[01:50.14] Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n[01:53.45] My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n[01:55.47] Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n[01:58.97] Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n[02:01.14] I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n[02:02.77] Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n[02:05.37] Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n[02:08.48] Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n[02:10.83] (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n[02:16.03] This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n[02:18.68] Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n[02:21.16] It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n[02:24.42] Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n[02:26.07] My eyes are open like an owl though\n[02:28.52] Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n[02:31.56] But if I die before the hour go\n[02:33.70] Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n[02:36.77] Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n[02:39.33] Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n[02:41.36] Cop the work then they bagging coke\n[02:43.66] Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n[02:46.61] To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n[02:49.39] Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n[02:51.73] When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n[02:54.52] I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n[02:57.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Madness (Instrumental)\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter (The Instrumentals)\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse 1:]'\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 9590\n- text: Hey yo you ready? 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Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n  Getting twisted almost every night\n  My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n  I'm not the marry type\n  I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n  I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n  To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n  Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n  I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n  Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n  Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n  I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n  The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n  Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n  You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n  I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n  Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n  We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n  Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n  Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n  My feet slide just like a hockey player\n  Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n  Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n  Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n  Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n  My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n  I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n  Polo fitted with a leather grip\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 3:]\n  I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n  Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n  Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n  Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n  Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n  My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n  Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n  Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n  I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n  Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n  Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n  Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n  (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n  This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n  Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n  It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n  Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n  My eyes are open like an owl though\n  Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n  But if I die before the hour go\n  Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n  Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n  Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n  Cop the work then they bagging coke\n  Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n  To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n  Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n  When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n  I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n"},{"id":4856560,"name":"The Madness","trackName":"The Madness","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1:]\nHey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\nGetting twisted almost every night\nMy mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\nI'm not the marry type\nI make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\nI'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\nTo the great, soon to see me right on Madison\nBally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\nI tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\nOutdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\nHold the rifle in place, knife in your face\nI'm out the world just like a lightning in space\nThe ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 2:]\nFuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\nBrazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\nYou're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\nI'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\nPhone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\nWe eat steak, wine and chees plate\nBronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\nPlay it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\nMy feet slide just like a hockey player\nEating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\nSucky sucky, happy ending shower\nWifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\nCrush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\nMy rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\nI bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\nPolo fitted with a leather grip\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 3:]\nI wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\nTwisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\nHop in the whip and go for breakfast\nFried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\nDamn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\nMy beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\nEveryday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\nOr use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\nI'll feed her coke for a dick suck\nPut a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\nNow it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\nPop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\nThis shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\nOr the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\nIt's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\nWatching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\nMy eyes are open like an owl though\nAnimosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\nBut if I die before the hour go\nJust place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\nEgyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\nGuns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\nCop the work then they bagging coke\nTransporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\nTo the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\nMaster flow word now so I got cash to blow\nWhen I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\nI'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14] [Verse 1:]\n[00:09.59] Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n[00:12.03] Getting twisted almost every night\n[00:13.72] My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n[00:16.45] I'm not the marry type\n[00:17.40] I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n[00:20.18] I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n[00:22.67] To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n[00:25.32] Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n[00:27.73] I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n[00:30.52] Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n[00:33.21] Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n[00:35.29] I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n[00:37.21] The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n[00:40.03] [Hook:]\n[00:40.47] This is madness, certified madness\n[00:42.65] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[00:45.32] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[00:48.02] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[00:50.18] [Verse 2:]\n[00:50.49] Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n[00:52.60] Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n[00:55.63] You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n[00:57.96] I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n[01:00.66] Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n[01:03.39] We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n[01:05.72] Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n[01:08.08] Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n[01:10.88] My feet slide just like a hockey player\n[01:12.66] Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n[01:15.93] Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n[01:17.93] Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n[01:20.54] Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n[01:23.37] My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n[01:25.95] I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n[01:29.09] Polo fitted with a leather grip\n[01:30.88] [Hook:]\n[01:31.13] This is madness, certified madness\n[01:33.06] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[01:35.70] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[01:38.17] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[01:40.58] [Verse 3:]\n[01:40.91] I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n[01:43.07] Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n[01:46.10] Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n[01:47.75] Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n[01:50.14] Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n[01:53.45] My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n[01:55.47] Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n[01:58.97] Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n[02:01.14] I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n[02:02.77] Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n[02:05.37] Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n[02:08.48] Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n[02:10.83] (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n[02:16.03] This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n[02:18.68] Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n[02:21.16] It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n[02:24.42] Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n[02:26.07] My eyes are open like an owl though\n[02:28.52] Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n[02:31.56] But if I die before the hour go\n[02:33.70] Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n[02:36.77] Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n[02:39.33] Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n[02:41.36] Cop the work then they bagging coke\n[02:43.66] Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n[02:46.61] To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n[02:49.39] Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n[02:51.73] When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n[02:54.52] I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n[02:57.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Madness\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse 1:]'\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 9590\n- text: Hey yo you ready? 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Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n  Getting twisted almost every night\n  My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n  I'm not the marry type\n  I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n  I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n  To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n  Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n  I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n  Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n  Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n  I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n  The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n  Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n  You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n  I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n  Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n  We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n  Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n  Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n  My feet slide just like a hockey player\n  Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n  Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n  Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n  Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n  My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n  I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n  Polo fitted with a leather grip\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 3:]\n  I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n  Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n  Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n  Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n  Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n  My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n  Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n  Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n  I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n  Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n  Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n  Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n  (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n  This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n  Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n  It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n  Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n  My eyes are open like an owl though\n  Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n  But if I die before the hour go\n  Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n  Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n  Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n  Cop the work then they bagging coke\n  Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n  To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n  Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n  When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n  I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n"},{"id":21091293,"name":"The Madness","trackName":"The Madness","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter","duration":356.208,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1:]\nHey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\nGetting twisted almost every night\nMy mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\nI'm not the marry type\nI make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\nI'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\nTo the great, soon to see me right on Madison\nBally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\nI tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\nOutdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\nHold the rifle in place, knife in your face\nI'm out the world just like a lightning in space\nThe ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 2:]\nFuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\nBrazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\nYou're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\nI'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\nPhone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\nWe eat steak, wine and chees plate\nBronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\nPlay it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\nMy feet slide just like a hockey player\nEating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\nSucky sucky, happy ending shower\nWifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\nCrush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\nMy rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\nI bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\nPolo fitted with a leather grip\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 3:]\nI wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\nTwisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\nHop in the whip and go for breakfast\nFried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\nDamn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\nMy beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\nEveryday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\nOr use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\nI'll feed her coke for a dick suck\nPut a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\nNow it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\nPop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\nThis shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\nOr the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\nIt's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\nWatching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\nMy eyes are open like an owl though\nAnimosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\nBut if I die before the hour go\nJust place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\nEgyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\nGuns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\nCop the work then they bagging coke\nTransporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\nTo the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\nMaster flow word now so I got cash to blow\nWhen I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\nI'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14] [Verse 1:]\n[00:09.59] Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n[00:12.03] Getting twisted almost every night\n[00:13.72] My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n[00:16.45] I'm not the marry type\n[00:17.40] I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n[00:20.18] I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n[00:22.67] To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n[00:25.32] Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n[00:27.73] I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n[00:30.52] Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n[00:33.21] Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n[00:35.29] I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n[00:37.21] The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n[00:40.03] [Hook:]\n[00:40.47] This is madness, certified madness\n[00:42.65] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[00:45.32] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[00:48.02] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[00:50.18] [Verse 2:]\n[00:50.49] Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n[00:52.60] Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n[00:55.63] You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n[00:57.96] I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n[01:00.66] Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n[01:03.39] We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n[01:05.72] Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n[01:08.08] Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n[01:10.88] My feet slide just like a hockey player\n[01:12.66] Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n[01:15.93] Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n[01:17.93] Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n[01:20.54] Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n[01:23.37] My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n[01:25.95] I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n[01:29.09] Polo fitted with a leather grip\n[01:30.88] [Hook:]\n[01:31.13] This is madness, certified madness\n[01:33.06] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[01:35.70] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[01:38.17] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[01:40.58] [Verse 3:]\n[01:40.91] I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n[01:43.07] Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n[01:46.10] Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n[01:47.75] Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n[01:50.14] Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n[01:53.45] My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n[01:55.47] Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n[01:58.97] Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n[02:01.14] I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n[02:02.77] Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n[02:05.37] Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n[02:08.48] Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n[02:10.83] (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n[02:16.03] This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n[02:18.68] Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n[02:21.16] It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n[02:24.42] Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n[02:26.07] My eyes are open like an owl though\n[02:28.52] Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n[02:31.56] But if I die before the hour go\n[02:33.70] Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n[02:36.77] Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n[02:39.33] Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n[02:41.36] Cop the work then they bagging coke\n[02:43.66] Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n[02:46.61] To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n[02:49.39] Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n[02:51.73] When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n[02:54.52] I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n[02:57.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Madness\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 356208\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse 1:]'\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 9590\n- text: Hey yo you ready? 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Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n  Getting twisted almost every night\n  My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n  I'm not the marry type\n  I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n  I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n  To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n  Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n  I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n  Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n  Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n  I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n  The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n  Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n  You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n  I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n  Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n  We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n  Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n  Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n  My feet slide just like a hockey player\n  Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n  Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n  Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n  Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n  My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n  I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n  Polo fitted with a leather grip\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 3:]\n  I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n  Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n  Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n  Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n  Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n  My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n  Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n  Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n  I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n  Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n  Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n  Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n  (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n  This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n  Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n  It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n  Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n  My eyes are open like an owl though\n  Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n  But if I die before the hour go\n  Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n  Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n  Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n  Cop the work then they bagging coke\n  Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n  To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n  Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n  When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n  I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n"},{"id":23423410,"name":"The Madness","trackName":"The Madness","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter","duration":242.496,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1:]\nHey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\nGetting twisted almost every night\nMy mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\nI'm not the marry type\nI make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\nI'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\nTo the great, soon to see me right on Madison\nBally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\nI tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\nOutdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\nHold the rifle in place, knife in your face\nI'm out the world just like a lightning in space\nThe ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 2:]\nFuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\nBrazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\nYou're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\nI'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\nPhone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\nWe eat steak, wine and chees plate\nBronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\nPlay it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\nMy feet slide just like a hockey player\nEating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\nSucky sucky, happy ending shower\nWifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\nCrush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\nMy rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\nI bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\nPolo fitted with a leather grip\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 3:]\nI wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\nTwisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\nHop in the whip and go for breakfast\nFried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\nDamn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\nMy beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\nEveryday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\nOr use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\nI'll feed her coke for a dick suck\nPut a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\nNow it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\nPop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\nThis shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\nOr the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\nIt's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\nWatching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\nMy eyes are open like an owl though\nAnimosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\nBut if I die before the hour go\nJust place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\nEgyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\nGuns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\nCop the work then they bagging coke\nTransporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\nTo the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\nMaster flow word now so I got cash to blow\nWhen I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\nI'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14] [Verse 1:]\n[00:09.59] Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n[00:12.03] Getting twisted almost every night\n[00:13.72] My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n[00:16.45] I'm not the marry type\n[00:17.40] I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n[00:20.18] I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n[00:22.67] To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n[00:25.32] Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n[00:27.73] I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n[00:30.52] Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n[00:33.21] Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n[00:35.29] I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n[00:37.21] The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n[00:40.03] [Hook:]\n[00:40.47] This is madness, certified madness\n[00:42.65] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[00:45.32] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[00:48.02] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[00:50.18] [Verse 2:]\n[00:50.49] Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n[00:52.60] Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n[00:55.63] You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n[00:57.96] I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n[01:00.66] Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n[01:03.39] We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n[01:05.72] Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n[01:08.08] Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n[01:10.88] My feet slide just like a hockey player\n[01:12.66] Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n[01:15.93] Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n[01:17.93] Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n[01:20.54] Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n[01:23.37] My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n[01:25.95] I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n[01:29.09] Polo fitted with a leather grip\n[01:30.88] [Hook:]\n[01:31.13] This is madness, certified madness\n[01:33.06] Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[01:35.70] Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[01:38.17] Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[01:40.58] [Verse 3:]\n[01:40.91] I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n[01:43.07] Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n[01:46.10] Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n[01:47.75] Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n[01:50.14] Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n[01:53.45] My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n[01:55.47] Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n[01:58.97] Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n[02:01.14] I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n[02:02.77] Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n[02:05.37] Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n[02:08.48] Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n[02:10.83] (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n[02:16.03] This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n[02:18.68] Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n[02:21.16] It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n[02:24.42] Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n[02:26.07] My eyes are open like an owl though\n[02:28.52] Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n[02:31.56] But if I die before the hour go\n[02:33.70] Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n[02:36.77] Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n[02:39.33] Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n[02:41.36] Cop the work then they bagging coke\n[02:43.66] Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n[02:46.61] To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n[02:49.39] Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n[02:51.73] When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n[02:54.52] I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n[02:57.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Madness\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter\n  duration_ms: 242496\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse 1:]'\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 9590\n- text: Hey yo you ready? 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Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n  Getting twisted almost every night\n  My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n  I'm not the marry type\n  I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n  I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n  To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n  Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n  I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n  Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n  Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n  I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n  The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n  Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n  You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n  I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n  Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n  We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n  Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n  Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n  My feet slide just like a hockey player\n  Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n  Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n  Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n  Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n  My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n  I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n  Polo fitted with a leather grip\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 3:]\n  I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n  Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n  Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n  Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n  Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n  My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n  Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n  Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n  I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n  Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n  Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n  Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n  (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n  This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n  Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n  It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n  Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n  My eyes are open like an owl though\n  Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n  But if I die before the hour go\n  Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n  Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n  Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n  Cop the work then they bagging coke\n  Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n  To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n  Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n  When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n  I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n"},{"id":37566572,"name":"The Madness (Instrumental)","trackName":"The Madness (Instrumental)","artistName":"Action Bronson","albumName":"Dr. Lecter The Instrumentals EP","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Verse 1:]\nHey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\nGetting twisted almost every night\nMy mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\nI'm not the marry type\nI make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\nI'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\nTo the great, soon to see me right on Madison\nBally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\nI tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\nOutdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\nHold the rifle in place, knife in your face\nI'm out the world just like a lightning in space\nThe ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 2:]\nFuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\nBrazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\nYou're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\nI'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\nPhone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\nWe eat steak, wine and chees plate\nBronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\nPlay it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\nMy feet slide just like a hockey player\nEating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\nSucky sucky, happy ending shower\nWifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\nCrush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\nMy rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\nI bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\nPolo fitted with a leather grip\n\n[Hook:]\nThis is madness, certified madness\nRapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\nSinglehandedly slam you to the canvas\nMarijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n[Verse 3:]\nI wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\nTwisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\nHop in the whip and go for breakfast\nFried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\nDamn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\nMy beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\nEveryday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\nOr use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\nI'll feed her coke for a dick suck\nPut a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\nNow it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\nPop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n(Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\nThis shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\nOr the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\nIt's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\nWatching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\nMy eyes are open like an owl though\nAnimosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\nBut if I die before the hour go\nJust place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\nEgyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\nGuns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\nCop the work then they bagging coke\nTransporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\nTo the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\nMaster flow word now so I got cash to blow\nWhen I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\nI'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.14][Verse 1:]\n[00:09.59]Hey yo you ready? Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n[00:12.03]Getting twisted almost every night\n[00:13.72]My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n[00:16.45]I'm not the marry type\n[00:17.40]I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n[00:20.18]I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n[00:22.67]To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n[00:25.32]Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n[00:27.73]I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n[00:30.52]Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n[00:33.21]Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n[00:35.29]I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n[00:37.21]The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n[00:40.03][Hook:]\n[00:40.47]This is madness, certified madness\n[00:42.65]Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[00:45.32]Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[00:48.02]Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[00:50.18][Verse 2:]\n[00:50.49]Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n[00:52.60]Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n[00:55.63]You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n[00:57.96]I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n[01:00.66]Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n[01:03.39]We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n[01:05.72]Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n[01:08.08]Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n[01:10.88]My feet slide just like a hockey player\n[01:12.66]Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n[01:15.93]Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n[01:17.93]Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n[01:20.54]Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n[01:23.37]My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n[01:25.95]I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n[01:29.09]Polo fitted with a leather grip\n[01:30.88][Hook:]\n[01:31.13]This is madness, certified madness\n[01:33.06]Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n[01:35.70]Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n[01:38.17]Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n[01:40.58][Verse 3:]\n[01:40.91]I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n[01:43.07]Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n[01:46.10]Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n[01:47.75]Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n[01:50.14]Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n[01:53.45]My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n[01:55.47]Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n[01:58.97]Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n[02:01.14]I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n[02:02.77]Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n[02:05.37]Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n[02:08.48]Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n[02:10.83](Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n[02:16.03]This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n[02:18.68]Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n[02:21.16]It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n[02:24.42]Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n[02:26.07]My eyes are open like an owl though\n[02:28.52]Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n[02:31.56]But if I die before the hour go\n[02:33.70]Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n[02:36.77]Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n[02:39.33]Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n[02:41.36]Cop the work then they bagging coke\n[02:43.66]Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n[02:46.61]To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n[02:49.39]Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n[02:51.73]When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n[02:54.52]I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n[02:57.67]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Madness (Instrumental)\n  artist: Action Bronson\n  album: Dr. Lecter The Instrumentals EP\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Verse 1:]'\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 9590\n- text: Hey yo you ready? 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Yeah I'm ready right, the fast life\n  Getting twisted almost every night\n  My mind is deeper than the voice featured on Barry White\n  I'm not the marry type\n  I make acidic vinegar to get the candy tight\n  I'm flattered at all the chatter and comparisons\n  To the great, soon to see me right on Madison\n  Bally sneakers trying to stay up out the vat of sins\n  I tout the tacky shit I'm like a wild Iraqi\n  Outdoors with my sport vest, leather on the shoulder\n  Hold the rifle in place, knife in your face\n  I'm out the world just like a lightning in space\n  The ice sculptures on the table going nice with the plates of grapes\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 2:]\n  Fuck the love, I want the money and the pussy\n  Brazilian bitches, names tatted on their tushie\n  You're a man dressed as a woman, call him Tootsie\n  I'm the corner with a hooker playing footsie\n  Phone in my hands at all times like I'm a pimp, fuck shrimp\n  We eat steak, wine and chees plate\n  Bronson [?] the name is ringing out in each state\n  Play it cool or taste the weapon, time to meet fate\n  My feet slide just like a hockey player\n  Eating yakitori, getting hammered in the sake lair\n  Sucky sucky, happy ending shower\n  Wifey making dinner, I'll be home about an hour\n  Crush the sour, dutches from the Netherlands\n  My rolling skills is undefeated yo you'll never win\n  I bring the devil in, Bronson over his benevolence\n  Polo fitted with a leather grip\n\n  [Hook:]\n  This is madness, certified madness\n  Rapping like a bandit, serving my advantage\n  Singlehandedly slam you to the canvas\n  Marijuana leaves are getting wrapped just like a bandage\n\n  [Verse 3:]\n  I wash my dick in the sink right when I wake up\n  Twisted from the night before raw inside a frightening whore\n  Hop in the whip and go for breakfast\n  Fried eggs and prime steak that's straight from out of Texas\n  Damn I'm living reckless, smoking all day just like the brisket\n  My beard is golden brown just like a biscuit\n  Everyday I'm thinking should I risk it, add another number to statistics\n  Or use the breast milk to eat my Crispix\n  I'll feed her coke for a dick suck\n  Put a fucking roman candle up in this bitch butt\n  Now it's on the computer, got the pussy moister than Bermuda\n  Pop a hole right through her throat, that's no joke cause I'm a shoot her\n  (Yeah damn, yo fuck yo? Three verses ain't enough anymore these days man? fuck)\n  This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars\n  Or the sex that I be having though I hate my baby mama\n  It's always drama, she got too much time on her hands\n  Watching Tyra steady planning a plot on your man\n  My eyes are open like an owl though\n  Animosity, trying to get the paper, sour dough\n  But if I die before the hour go\n  Just place the Ballys on my feet and smoke my body like a pharaoh ho\n  Egyptian fixtures, [?] by the coliseum\n  Guns from Russia, I turn em to a ballerina\n  Cop the work then they bagging coke\n  Transporting interstate, Carolina to Tobacco Road\n  To the knee or to the ankle where the jacket go\n  Master flow word now so I got cash to blow\n  When I'm older leather on [?] puppy shoulder\n  I'm top dogging if I'm lying may they slump me over\n"}]