[{"id":23519176,"name":"Kill All Rats","trackName":"Kill All Rats","artistName":"Big Ghost Ltd.","albumName":"If It Bleeds It Can Be Killed","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The lifestyles of the cold and heartless (yea)\nMy truth don't come to the light\nI write with the soul of darkness\nThrow your carcass back of the alley\nRight by them golden arches\nRolled in carpet, body is rotten\nWas shockin' to know the charges\nSo accomplished, the corner store is like my oval office\nSlow and cautious, meticulous and sick when I load the cartridge\nBlow your cartilage in a million pieces\nWith a brilliant thesis\nI'm a god to these gangsters like a Sicilian Jesus\nStill a creature, spittin' fire 'cause I'm filled with ether\nSteel'll greet ya, give 'em sixteen with the beam and spill his features\nFill the bleachers (woo) like I'm Jordan shootin'\nI'm the raw pollution, call the troops in\nThe greatest, so what we all disputin'? (What we talkin' about?)\nNigga, I never lost a victim (never)\nThe Larkin ripped 'em\nThen it's back to the long nose like I'm Larsa Pippen\nBars are sickenin' I got across the system (yea)\nY'all niggas lost your vision\nRead it in Braille, I'll be a source of wisdom\nAy, yo, check, I got Rugers for Judas and hollows for Donnie Brasco (fuck)\nLeave your fear of God holy and send you to meet apostles\nBefore my rap was poppin' I pushed powder for nostrils (I did)\nIn cahoots with wild violent dire moves, makin' plots to pop you\nSend you to the upper room, fuck the hospital (fuck it)\nLeave your soul cozy in a box, like a Prada shoe (haha)\nPretty ghetto thots who I decide to screw, but never hit it raw\nBut have her traffic in her soft inside a condom too\nIf I get knocked, she pop the pussy on a conjugal (uh-huh)\nI came up the Con way, sellin' everybody food (I did)\nAcid, weed, pills and hard rock like Mötley Crüe\nHard-headed, didn't give a fuck if mommy knew (sorry mommy)\nTurn one to two and then the clan fed\nTook a oath that I would slice the throat of any Danny Hernandez (fucker)\nHad six nines in my possession but I sold 'em all\nNever tell you motherfuckers to who, I know protocol\nThe food stamps transformed to Franklins and filet mignon (uh-huh)\nTruffle butter swiggin', ace of spades like it's Évian\nDick ridin' rappers, I slide off with your baby mom ( I will)\nHave her testin' out molly batches in a lacy thong\nWe rob Paul, pop Peter, sold eighths to John\nMother Mary and Joseph until my paper long\nMotherfucker, get the fuck outta here\nLook, I'm Thanos with the gauntlet\nThey know they don't want this (nah)\nYou niggas Play-Doh, they gon' spray your mom's shit (brrt)\nThey so heartless, ain't no compassion, nigga, ain't no conscience\nThey carry FN's they gon' take precautions (boom, boom, boom, boom)\nThey know Con get crazy at the minimum, he gon' take your arm with\nOne of the missiles that my draco launches (brrt)\nThat's why when I say, \"What's shakin'?\" Ain't no responses (what's been shakin'?)\nDrumwork mafia gang, bitch, they gon' bomb shit\nHardest shit in the streets, I shake the Tri-state\nLook nigga, you gamblin' with your life\nYou know it's high stakes (it's high stakes, nigga)\nWater was too hot, make that mayo jar and that pot break (fuck)\nFucked up a quarter-brick, man that shit had me irate\nBig Ghost, fuck it, sample the noise my fork and pot make (hahaha)\n25K for a feature, nigga, that's my rate (that's my rate)\nThey say they gon' do somethin' to me? Well, I cannot wait (I'm waitin')\nWe gon' shoot up your wake, nigga\nFuck niggas can't even die safe (boom, boom, boom, boom)\nYou niggas is not safe\nAnd for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck\nAnd for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.72] The lifestyles of the cold and heartless (yea)\n[00:15.00] My truth don't come to the light\n[00:16.71] I write with the soul of darkness\n[00:17.91] Throw your carcass back of the alley\n[00:19.89] Right by them golden arches\n[00:21.18] Rolled in carpet, body is rotten\n[00:23.24] Was shockin' to know the charges\n[00:24.33] So accomplished, the corner store is like my oval office\n[00:27.21] Slow and cautious, meticulous and sick when I load the cartridge\n[00:30.31] Blow your cartilage in a million pieces\n[00:33.01] With a brilliant thesis\n[00:34.38] I'm a god to these gangsters like a Sicilian Jesus\n[00:36.81] Still a creature, spittin' fire 'cause I'm filled with ether\n[00:40.16] Steel'll greet ya, give 'em sixteen with the beam and spill his features\n[00:43.20] Fill the bleachers (woo) like I'm Jordan shootin'\n[00:45.92] I'm the raw pollution, call the troops in\n[00:47.68] The greatest, so what we all disputin'? (What we talkin' about?)\n[00:49.65] Nigga, I never lost a victim (never)\n[00:51.77] The Larkin ripped 'em\n[00:53.39] Then it's back to the long nose like I'm Larsa Pippen\n[00:55.85] Bars are sickenin' I got across the system (yea)\n[00:58.15] Y'all niggas lost your vision\n[00:59.66] Read it in Braille, I'll be a source of wisdom\n[01:00.78] Ay, yo, check, I got Rugers for Judas and hollows for Donnie Brasco (fuck)\n[01:04.60] Leave your fear of God holy and send you to meet apostles\n[01:07.91] Before my rap was poppin' I pushed powder for nostrils (I did)\n[01:11.17] In cahoots with wild violent dire moves, makin' plots to pop you\n[01:14.80] Send you to the upper room, fuck the hospital (fuck it)\n[01:17.74] Leave your soul cozy in a box, like a Prada shoe (haha)\n[01:20.93] Pretty ghetto thots who I decide to screw, but never hit it raw\n[01:24.52] But have her traffic in her soft inside a condom too\n[01:26.87] If I get knocked, she pop the pussy on a conjugal (uh-huh)\n[01:30.38] I came up the Con way, sellin' everybody food (I did)\n[01:33.80] Acid, weed, pills and hard rock like Mötley Crüe\n[01:36.85] Hard-headed, didn't give a fuck if mommy knew (sorry mommy)\n[01:40.09] Turn one to two and then the clan fed\n[01:42.28] Took a oath that I would slice the throat of any Danny Hernandez (fucker)\n[01:46.24] Had six nines in my possession but I sold 'em all\n[01:49.47] Never tell you motherfuckers to who, I know protocol\n[01:52.66] The food stamps transformed to Franklins and filet mignon (uh-huh)\n[01:55.64] Truffle butter swiggin', ace of spades like it's Évian\n[01:58.58] Dick ridin' rappers, I slide off with your baby mom ( I will)\n[02:02.28] Have her testin' out molly batches in a lacy thong\n[02:05.11] We rob Paul, pop Peter, sold eighths to John\n[02:08.23] Mother Mary and Joseph until my paper long\n[02:11.46] Motherfucker, get the fuck outta here\n[02:17.93] Look, I'm Thanos with the gauntlet\n[02:20.98] They know they don't want this (nah)\n[02:22.36] You niggas Play-Doh, they gon' spray your mom's shit (brrt)\n[02:24.25] They so heartless, ain't no compassion, nigga, ain't no conscience\n[02:27.58] They carry FN's they gon' take precautions (boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[02:29.88] They know Con get crazy at the minimum, he gon' take your arm with\n[02:33.89] One of the missiles that my draco launches (brrt)\n[02:36.35] That's why when I say, \"What's shakin'?\" Ain't no responses (what's been shakin'?)\n[02:39.53] Drumwork mafia gang, bitch, they gon' bomb shit\n[02:42.60] Hardest shit in the streets, I shake the Tri-state\n[02:45.57] Look nigga, you gamblin' with your life\n[02:47.58] You know it's high stakes (it's high stakes, nigga)\n[02:48.70] Water was too hot, make that mayo jar and that pot break (fuck)\n[02:51.63] Fucked up a quarter-brick, man that shit had me irate\n[02:54.77] Big Ghost, fuck it, sample the noise my fork and pot make (hahaha)\n[02:58.00] 25K for a feature, nigga, that's my rate (that's my rate)\n[03:01.23] They say they gon' do somethin' to me? Well, I cannot wait (I'm waitin')\n[03:04.60] We gon' shoot up your wake, nigga\n[03:05.86] Fuck niggas can't even die safe (boom, boom, boom, boom)\n[03:07.56] You niggas is not safe\n[03:19.55] And for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck\n[03:29.67] And for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kill All Rats\n  artist: Big Ghost Ltd.\n  album: If It Bleeds It Can Be Killed\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The lifestyles of the cold and heartless (yea)\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 15000\n- text: My truth don't come to the light\n  start_ms: 15000\n  end_ms: 16710\n- text: I write with the soul of darkness\n  start_ms: 16710\n  end_ms: 17910\n- text: Throw your carcass back of the alley\n  start_ms: 17910\n  end_ms: 19890\n- text: Right by them golden arches\n  start_ms: 19890\n  end_ms: 21180\n- text: Rolled in carpet, body is rotten\n  start_ms: 21180\n  end_ms: 23240\n- text: Was shockin' to know the charges\n  start_ms: 23240\n  end_ms: 24330\n- text: So accomplished, the corner store is like my oval office\n  start_ms: 24330\n  end_ms: 27210\n- text: Slow and cautious, meticulous and sick when I load the cartridge\n  start_ms: 27210\n  end_ms: 30310\n- text: Blow your cartilage in a million pieces\n  start_ms: 30310\n  end_ms: 33010\n- text: With a brilliant thesis\n  start_ms: 33010\n  end_ms: 34380\n- text: I'm a god to these gangsters like a Sicilian Jesus\n  start_ms: 34380\n  end_ms: 36810\n- text: Still a creature, spittin' fire 'cause I'm filled with ether\n  start_ms: 36810\n  end_ms: 40160\n- text: Steel'll greet ya, give 'em sixteen with the beam and spill his features\n  start_ms: 40160\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Fill the bleachers (woo) like I'm Jordan shootin'\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 45920\n- text: I'm the raw pollution, call the troops in\n  start_ms: 45920\n  end_ms: 47680\n- text: The greatest, so what we all disputin'? 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(What we talkin' about?)\n  Nigga, I never lost a victim (never)\n  The Larkin ripped 'em\n  Then it's back to the long nose like I'm Larsa Pippen\n  Bars are sickenin' I got across the system (yea)\n  Y'all niggas lost your vision\n  Read it in Braille, I'll be a source of wisdom\n  Ay, yo, check, I got Rugers for Judas and hollows for Donnie Brasco (fuck)\n  Leave your fear of God holy and send you to meet apostles\n  Before my rap was poppin' I pushed powder for nostrils (I did)\n  In cahoots with wild violent dire moves, makin' plots to pop you\n  Send you to the upper room, fuck the hospital (fuck it)\n  Leave your soul cozy in a box, like a Prada shoe (haha)\n  Pretty ghetto thots who I decide to screw, but never hit it raw\n  But have her traffic in her soft inside a condom too\n  If I get knocked, she pop the pussy on a conjugal (uh-huh)\n  I came up the Con way, sellin' everybody food (I did)\n  Acid, weed, pills and hard rock like Mötley Crüe\n  Hard-headed, didn't give a fuck if mommy knew (sorry mommy)\n  Turn one to two and then the clan fed\n  Took a oath that I would slice the throat of any Danny Hernandez (fucker)\n  Had six nines in my possession but I sold 'em all\n  Never tell you motherfuckers to who, I know protocol\n  The food stamps transformed to Franklins and filet mignon (uh-huh)\n  Truffle butter swiggin', ace of spades like it's Évian\n  Dick ridin' rappers, I slide off with your baby mom ( I will)\n  Have her testin' out molly batches in a lacy thong\n  We rob Paul, pop Peter, sold eighths to John\n  Mother Mary and Joseph until my paper long\n  Motherfucker, get the fuck outta here\n  Look, I'm Thanos with the gauntlet\n  They know they don't want this (nah)\n  You niggas Play-Doh, they gon' spray your mom's shit (brrt)\n  They so heartless, ain't no compassion, nigga, ain't no conscience\n  They carry FN's they gon' take precautions (boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  They know Con get crazy at the minimum, he gon' take your arm with\n  One of the missiles that my draco launches (brrt)\n  That's why when I say, \"What's shakin'?\" Ain't no responses (what's been shakin'?)\n  Drumwork mafia gang, bitch, they gon' bomb shit\n  Hardest shit in the streets, I shake the Tri-state\n  Look nigga, you gamblin' with your life\n  You know it's high stakes (it's high stakes, nigga)\n  Water was too hot, make that mayo jar and that pot break (fuck)\n  Fucked up a quarter-brick, man that shit had me irate\n  Big Ghost, fuck it, sample the noise my fork and pot make (hahaha)\n  25K for a feature, nigga, that's my rate (that's my rate)\n  They say they gon' do somethin' to me? Well, I cannot wait (I'm waitin')\n  We gon' shoot up your wake, nigga\n  Fuck niggas can't even die safe (boom, boom, boom, boom)\n  You niggas is not safe\n  And for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck\n  And for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck\n"}]