[{"id":16413413,"name":"Dead Wrong","trackName":"Dead Wrong","artistName":"C-Mob","albumName":"Masterpiece of Mind","duration":282.216,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Don't make me take my mask off\nUnless ya\nReady to catch a fuckin' fast ball\nCause when I\nGet to choppin', watch your heads gone\nSo if ya\nThink you can fuck with me, you're dead wrong\nDead wrong\n\nKids, gather around the campfire and listen up to my stories\nThen one day maybe you grow up to be wicked, sick and gory\nI will tell you the truth, the stuff your parents don't want you to hear\nHere, lend me your ear, and do not have no fear\nReal MONSTERS under your bed\nThey waitin' for you to just lay your head\nWhen you go to sleep, that's when they come out\nWith big ass teeth and kill your dad, yikes\nAnd they all bite, the werewolves and the vampires\nAnd the big ass oogly-booglies\nAnd the shits that breathe that damn fire\nEvery motherfucker better carry 9 milla\nYou can ask anybody who know me, I'm reala'\nGet a nigga really kind of sick, but I'm iller\nThey don't wanna end up in a liquor wine cellar\nWe're serial known killas\nMotherfuckers that'll have niggas like you go hidin' shit (hidin' shit)\nHurry up and find this bitch (find this bitch)\nKeep my supersize and shit (shit...)\nAnd that would be gruesome\nPut the body all up in a freezer, gotta use 'em\nRight next to the bitch that abused 'em\nI call 'em the Gruesome Twosome\nAnd you should'a heard how they begged for me\nTo take off my mask and talk to 'em\nBut if I did that then I really gotta fuckin' do 'em (do 'em...)\n\nDon't make me take this mask off\nAnd break your fuckin' glass jaw\nTake a puff of grass and\nGo Jurassic, eat your ass raw\nCarcass in the trash\nIf you're parkin' to the brass\nNigga, don't start with any remarks\nI'm sick and the barf is in the bag\nEnough of that barkin', bitch, this isn't a game\nI'm markin' my targets, inflictin' the pain\nTwisted Insane, he told me to kill 'em all\nRoll with the villains who sick in the brain\nNiggas do nothin' but bitch and complain\nSo I'mma go dig me a ditch and say \"Game!\"\nAnd put you motherfuckers out of your misery\n'bout to make history, Hitler was lame!\nMass murder on a massive scale\nLaughing as every single casket fill\nIt's time I go watchin' the enemies in my vicinity\nTravel the path to hell\nYou ain't gonna make it to the panic room, I bet you when I'm\nDone, they gon' put me in a padded room\nFor the gruesome scenes\nWhile I remain elusive from authority's use that screen\nShit, I scream with your bitch\nMurder your ass in the booth right quick\nNiggas don't want me to move like this\nUntil they repairin' that tooth I chipped\nWe call a body count taking score\nAdd you to it and make it more\nAnd I'm havin' a blast, if I need a mask\nI cover my face with yours! So...\n\nApparently, there were some\nPeople who thought they could fuck with me\nThey must have been puffin' tree\nAnd thought they were in protective custody\nYou really must suck to be\nThem because I came up and I ruptured three\nOrgans that they consider to be vital\nI'm homicidal with my cutlery\nHave you had enough of me\nAnd all of my mischevious ways?\nI'm gifted and praised\nBurn you up in a ridiculous blaze\nTake your Face/Off like Nicolas Cage\nWe are livin' in the wickedest days\nI'm out of my mind, I'm sick and I'm crazed\nSometimes I shoot bullets in every direction\nJust so I can see how the shit richochets\nAnd you could'a lucked out, but you chose the fuck route\nSee, cats like you are nothin' but an infection\nIt's time to be squeezin' the puss out\nGot enough clout, you get stuffed out\nAnd put in the soil soon\nWith my supervillainy, I got enough artillery\nI could destroy the Moon\nAnd I'mma deploy it soon\nKillin' your colony, all of these boys are doomed\nI do not fight fair, I'm a nightmare\nLike Freddy's boiler room\nSo do not approach me with a hard head\nCause I know that your ass soft\nKillin' comes easy, I know you\nDon't wanna see me take my mask off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dead Wrong\n  artist: C-Mob\n  album: Masterpiece of Mind\n  duration_ms: 282216\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Don't make me take my mask off\n  Unless ya\n  Ready to catch a fuckin' fast ball\n  Cause when I\n  Get to choppin', watch your heads gone\n  So if ya\n  Think you can fuck with me, you're dead wrong\n  Dead wrong\n\n  Kids, gather around the campfire and listen up to my stories\n  Then one day maybe you grow up to be wicked, sick and gory\n  I will tell you the truth, the stuff your parents don't want you to hear\n  Here, lend me your ear, and do not have no fear\n  Real MONSTERS under your bed\n  They waitin' for you to just lay your head\n  When you go to sleep, that's when they come out\n  With big ass teeth and kill your dad, yikes\n  And they all bite, the werewolves and the vampires\n  And the big ass oogly-booglies\n  And the shits that breathe that damn fire\n  Every motherfucker better carry 9 milla\n  You can ask anybody who know me, I'm reala'\n  Get a nigga really kind of sick, but I'm iller\n  They don't wanna end up in a liquor wine cellar\n  We're serial known killas\n  Motherfuckers that'll have niggas like you go hidin' shit (hidin' shit)\n  Hurry up and find this bitch (find this bitch)\n  Keep my supersize and shit (shit...)\n  And that would be gruesome\n  Put the body all up in a freezer, gotta use 'em\n  Right next to the bitch that abused 'em\n  I call 'em the Gruesome Twosome\n  And you should'a heard how they begged for me\n  To take off my mask and talk to 'em\n  But if I did that then I really gotta fuckin' do 'em (do 'em...)\n\n  Don't make me take this mask off\n  And break your fuckin' glass jaw\n  Take a puff of grass and\n  Go Jurassic, eat your ass raw\n  Carcass in the trash\n  If you're parkin' to the brass\n  Nigga, don't start with any remarks\n  I'm sick and the barf is in the bag\n  Enough of that barkin', bitch, this isn't a game\n  I'm markin' my targets, inflictin' the pain\n  Twisted Insane, he told me to kill 'em all\n  Roll with the villains who sick in the brain\n  Niggas do nothin' but bitch and complain\n  So I'mma go dig me a ditch and say \"Game!\"\n  And put you motherfuckers out of your misery\n  'bout to make history, Hitler was lame!\n  Mass murder on a massive scale\n  Laughing as every single casket fill\n  It's time I go watchin' the enemies in my vicinity\n  Travel the path to hell\n  You ain't gonna make it to the panic room, I bet you when I'm\n  Done, they gon' put me in a padded room\n  For the gruesome scenes\n  While I remain elusive from authority's use that screen\n  Shit, I scream with your bitch\n  Murder your ass in the booth right quick\n  Niggas don't want me to move like this\n  Until they repairin' that tooth I chipped\n  We call a body count taking score\n  Add you to it and make it more\n  And I'm havin' a blast, if I need a mask\n  I cover my face with yours! So...\n\n  Apparently, there were some\n  People who thought they could fuck with me\n  They must have been puffin' tree\n  And thought they were in protective custody\n  You really must suck to be\n  Them because I came up and I ruptured three\n  Organs that they consider to be vital\n  I'm homicidal with my cutlery\n  Have you had enough of me\n  And all of my mischevious ways?\n  I'm gifted and praised\n  Burn you up in a ridiculous blaze\n  Take your Face/Off like Nicolas Cage\n  We are livin' in the wickedest days\n  I'm out of my mind, I'm sick and I'm crazed\n  Sometimes I shoot bullets in every direction\n  Just so I can see how the shit richochets\n  And you could'a lucked out, but you chose the fuck route\n  See, cats like you are nothin' but an infection\n  It's time to be squeezin' the puss out\n  Got enough clout, you get stuffed out\n  And put in the soil soon\n  With my supervillainy, I got enough artillery\n  I could destroy the Moon\n  And I'mma deploy it soon\n  Killin' your colony, all of these boys are doomed\n  I do not fight fair, I'm a nightmare\n  Like Freddy's boiler room\n  So do not approach me with a hard head\n  Cause I know that your ass soft\n  Killin' comes easy, I know you\n  Don't wanna see me take my mask off\n"},{"id":10540108,"name":"Dead Wrong (feat. Twisted Insane & C. Ray)","trackName":"Dead Wrong (feat. Twisted Insane & C. 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So...\n\nApparently, there were some\nPeople who thought they could fuck with me\nThey must have been puffin' tree\nAnd thought they were in protective custody\nYou really must suck to be\nThem because I came up and I ruptured three\nOrgans that they consider to be vital\nI'm homicidal with my cutlery\nHave you had enough of me\nAnd all of my mischevious ways?\nI'm gifted and praised\nBurn you up in a ridiculous blaze\nTake your Face/Off like Nicolas Cage\nWe are livin' in the wickedest days\nI'm out of my mind, I'm sick and I'm crazed\nSometimes I shoot bullets in every direction\nJust so I can see how the shit richochets\nAnd you could'a lucked out, but you chose the fuck route\nSee, cats like you are nothin' but an infection\nIt's time to be squeezin' the puss out\nGot enough clout, you get stuffed out\nAnd put in the soil soon\nWith my supervillainy, I got enough artillery\nI could destroy the Moon\nAnd I'mma deploy it soon\nKillin' your colony, all of these boys are doomed\nI do not fight fair, I'm a nightmare\nLike Freddy's boiler room\nSo do not approach me with a hard head\nCause I know that your ass soft\nKillin' comes easy, I know you\nDon't wanna see me take my mask off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dead Wrong (feat. Twisted Insane & C. Ray)\n  artist: C-Mob\n  album: Masterpiece of Mind\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Don't make me take my mask off\n  Unless ya\n  Ready to catch a fuckin' fast ball\n  Cause when I\n  Get to choppin', watch your heads gone\n  So if ya\n  Think you can fuck with me, you're dead wrong\n  Dead wrong\n\n  Kids, gather around the campfire and listen up to my stories\n  Then one day maybe you grow up to be wicked, sick and gory\n  I will tell you the truth, the stuff your parents don't want you to hear\n  Here, lend me your ear, and do not have no fear\n  Real MONSTERS under your bed\n  They waitin' for you to just lay your head\n  When you go to sleep, that's when they come out\n  With big ass teeth and kill your dad, yikes\n  And they all bite, the werewolves and the vampires\n  And the big ass oogly-booglies\n  And the shits that breathe that damn fire\n  Every motherfucker better carry 9 milla\n  You can ask anybody who know me, I'm reala'\n  Get a nigga really kind of sick, but I'm iller\n  They don't wanna end up in a liquor wine cellar\n  We're serial known killas\n  Motherfuckers that'll have niggas like you go hidin' shit (hidin' shit)\n  Hurry up and find this bitch (find this bitch)\n  Keep my supersize and shit (shit...)\n  And that would be gruesome\n  Put the body all up in a freezer, gotta use 'em\n  Right next to the bitch that abused 'em\n  I call 'em the Gruesome Twosome\n  And you should'a heard how they begged for me\n  To take off my mask and talk to 'em\n  But if I did that then I really gotta fuckin' do 'em (do 'em...)\n\n  Don't make me take this mask off\n  And break your fuckin' glass jaw\n  Take a puff of grass and\n  Go Jurassic, eat your ass raw\n  Carcass in the trash\n  If you're parkin' to the brass\n  Nigga, don't start with any remarks\n  I'm sick and the barf is in the bag\n  Enough of that barkin', bitch, this isn't a game\n  I'm markin' my targets, inflictin' the pain\n  Twisted Insane, he told me to kill 'em all\n  Roll with the villains who sick in the brain\n  Niggas do nothin' but bitch and complain\n  So I'mma go dig me a ditch and say \"Game!\"\n  And put you motherfuckers out of your misery\n  'bout to make history, Hitler was lame!\n  Mass murder on a massive scale\n  Laughing as every single casket fill\n  It's time I go watchin' the enemies in my vicinity\n  Travel the path to hell\n  You ain't gonna make it to the panic room, I bet you when I'm\n  Done, they gon' put me in a padded room\n  For the gruesome scenes\n  While I remain elusive from authority's use that screen\n  Shit, I scream with your bitch\n  Murder your ass in the booth right quick\n  Niggas don't want me to move like this\n  Until they repairin' that tooth I chipped\n  We call a body count taking score\n  Add you to it and make it more\n  And I'm havin' a blast, if I need a mask\n  I cover my face with yours! So...\n\n  Apparently, there were some\n  People who thought they could fuck with me\n  They must have been puffin' tree\n  And thought they were in protective custody\n  You really must suck to be\n  Them because I came up and I ruptured three\n  Organs that they consider to be vital\n  I'm homicidal with my cutlery\n  Have you had enough of me\n  And all of my mischevious ways?\n  I'm gifted and praised\n  Burn you up in a ridiculous blaze\n  Take your Face/Off like Nicolas Cage\n  We are livin' in the wickedest days\n  I'm out of my mind, I'm sick and I'm crazed\n  Sometimes I shoot bullets in every direction\n  Just so I can see how the shit richochets\n  And you could'a lucked out, but you chose the fuck route\n  See, cats like you are nothin' but an infection\n  It's time to be squeezin' the puss out\n  Got enough clout, you get stuffed out\n  And put in the soil soon\n  With my supervillainy, I got enough artillery\n  I could destroy the Moon\n  And I'mma deploy it soon\n  Killin' your colony, all of these boys are doomed\n  I do not fight fair, I'm a nightmare\n  Like Freddy's boiler room\n  So do not approach me with a hard head\n  Cause I know that your ass soft\n  Killin' comes easy, I know you\n  Don't wanna see me take my mask off\n"},{"id":9419971,"name":"Dead Wrong (feat. Twisted Insane","trackName":"Dead Wrong (feat. Twisted Insane","artistName":"C-Mob","albumName":"Masterpiece of Mind","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Don't make me take my mask off\nUnless ya\nReady to catch a fuckin' fast ball\nCause when I\nGet to choppin', watch your heads gone\nSo if ya\nThink you can fuck with me, you're dead wrong\nDead wrong\n\nKids, gather around the campfire and listen up to my stories\nThen one day maybe you grow up to be wicked, sick and gory\nI will tell you the truth, the stuff your parents don't want you to hear\nHere, lend me your ear, and do not have no fear\nReal MONSTERS under your bed\nThey waitin' for you to just lay your head\nWhen you go to sleep, that's when they come out\nWith big ass teeth and kill your dad, yikes\nAnd they all bite, the werewolves and the vampires\nAnd the big ass oogly-booglies\nAnd the shits that breathe that damn fire\nEvery motherfucker better carry 9 milla\nYou can ask anybody who know me, I'm reala'\nGet a nigga really kind of sick, but I'm iller\nThey don't wanna end up in a liquor wine cellar\nWe're serial known killas\nMotherfuckers that'll have niggas like you go hidin' shit (hidin' shit)\nHurry up and find this bitch (find this bitch)\nKeep my supersize and shit (shit...)\nAnd that would be gruesome\nPut the body all up in a freezer, gotta use 'em\nRight next to the bitch that abused 'em\nI call 'em the Gruesome Twosome\nAnd you should'a heard how they begged for me\nTo take off my mask and talk to 'em\nBut if I did that then I really gotta fuckin' do 'em (do 'em...)\n\nDon't make me take this mask off\nAnd break your fuckin' glass jaw\nTake a puff of grass and\nGo Jurassic, eat your ass raw\nCarcass in the trash\nIf you're parkin' to the brass\nNigga, don't start with any remarks\nI'm sick and the barf is in the bag\nEnough of that barkin', bitch, this isn't a game\nI'm markin' my targets, inflictin' the pain\nTwisted Insane, he told me to kill 'em all\nRoll with the villains who sick in the brain\nNiggas do nothin' but bitch and complain\nSo I'mma go dig me a ditch and say \"Game!\"\nAnd put you motherfuckers out of your misery\n'bout to make history, Hitler was lame!\nMass murder on a massive scale\nLaughing as every single casket fill\nIt's time I go watchin' the enemies in my vicinity\nTravel the path to hell\nYou ain't gonna make it to the panic room, I bet you when I'm\nDone, they gon' put me in a padded room\nFor the gruesome scenes\nWhile I remain elusive from authority's use that screen\nShit, I scream with your bitch\nMurder your ass in the booth right quick\nNiggas don't want me to move like this\nUntil they repairin' that tooth I chipped\nWe call a body count taking score\nAdd you to it and make it more\nAnd I'm havin' a blast, if I need a mask\nI cover my face with yours! So...\n\nApparently, there were some\nPeople who thought they could fuck with me\nThey must have been puffin' tree\nAnd thought they were in protective custody\nYou really must suck to be\nThem because I came up and I ruptured three\nOrgans that they consider to be vital\nI'm homicidal with my cutlery\nHave you had enough of me\nAnd all of my mischevious ways?\nI'm gifted and praised\nBurn you up in a ridiculous blaze\nTake your Face/Off like Nicolas Cage\nWe are livin' in the wickedest days\nI'm out of my mind, I'm sick and I'm crazed\nSometimes I shoot bullets in every direction\nJust so I can see how the shit richochets\nAnd you could'a lucked out, but you chose the fuck route\nSee, cats like you are nothin' but an infection\nIt's time to be squeezin' the puss out\nGot enough clout, you get stuffed out\nAnd put in the soil soon\nWith my supervillainy, I got enough artillery\nI could destroy the Moon\nAnd I'mma deploy it soon\nKillin' your colony, all of these boys are doomed\nI do not fight fair, I'm a nightmare\nLike Freddy's boiler room\nSo do not approach me with a hard head\nCause I know that your ass soft\nKillin' comes easy, I know you\nDon't wanna see me take my mask off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dead Wrong (feat. Twisted Insane\n  artist: C-Mob\n  album: Masterpiece of Mind\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Don't make me take my mask off\n  Unless ya\n  Ready to catch a fuckin' fast ball\n  Cause when I\n  Get to choppin', watch your heads gone\n  So if ya\n  Think you can fuck with me, you're dead wrong\n  Dead wrong\n\n  Kids, gather around the campfire and listen up to my stories\n  Then one day maybe you grow up to be wicked, sick and gory\n  I will tell you the truth, the stuff your parents don't want you to hear\n  Here, lend me your ear, and do not have no fear\n  Real MONSTERS under your bed\n  They waitin' for you to just lay your head\n  When you go to sleep, that's when they come out\n  With big ass teeth and kill your dad, yikes\n  And they all bite, the werewolves and the vampires\n  And the big ass oogly-booglies\n  And the shits that breathe that damn fire\n  Every motherfucker better carry 9 milla\n  You can ask anybody who know me, I'm reala'\n  Get a nigga really kind of sick, but I'm iller\n  They don't wanna end up in a liquor wine cellar\n  We're serial known killas\n  Motherfuckers that'll have niggas like you go hidin' shit (hidin' shit)\n  Hurry up and find this bitch (find this bitch)\n  Keep my supersize and shit (shit...)\n  And that would be gruesome\n  Put the body all up in a freezer, gotta use 'em\n  Right next to the bitch that abused 'em\n  I call 'em the Gruesome Twosome\n  And you should'a heard how they begged for me\n  To take off my mask and talk to 'em\n  But if I did that then I really gotta fuckin' do 'em (do 'em...)\n\n  Don't make me take this mask off\n  And break your fuckin' glass jaw\n  Take a puff of grass and\n  Go Jurassic, eat your ass raw\n  Carcass in the trash\n  If you're parkin' to the brass\n  Nigga, don't start with any remarks\n  I'm sick and the barf is in the bag\n  Enough of that barkin', bitch, this isn't a game\n  I'm markin' my targets, inflictin' the pain\n  Twisted Insane, he told me to kill 'em all\n  Roll with the villains who sick in the brain\n  Niggas do nothin' but bitch and complain\n  So I'mma go dig me a ditch and say \"Game!\"\n  And put you motherfuckers out of your misery\n  'bout to make history, Hitler was lame!\n  Mass murder on a massive scale\n  Laughing as every single casket fill\n  It's time I go watchin' the enemies in my vicinity\n  Travel the path to hell\n  You ain't gonna make it to the panic room, I bet you when I'm\n  Done, they gon' put me in a padded room\n  For the gruesome scenes\n  While I remain elusive from authority's use that screen\n  Shit, I scream with your bitch\n  Murder your ass in the booth right quick\n  Niggas don't want me to move like this\n  Until they repairin' that tooth I chipped\n  We call a body count taking score\n  Add you to it and make it more\n  And I'm havin' a blast, if I need a mask\n  I cover my face with yours! So...\n\n  Apparently, there were some\n  People who thought they could fuck with me\n  They must have been puffin' tree\n  And thought they were in protective custody\n  You really must suck to be\n  Them because I came up and I ruptured three\n  Organs that they consider to be vital\n  I'm homicidal with my cutlery\n  Have you had enough of me\n  And all of my mischevious ways?\n  I'm gifted and praised\n  Burn you up in a ridiculous blaze\n  Take your Face/Off like Nicolas Cage\n  We are livin' in the wickedest days\n  I'm out of my mind, I'm sick and I'm crazed\n  Sometimes I shoot bullets in every direction\n  Just so I can see how the shit richochets\n  And you could'a lucked out, but you chose the fuck route\n  See, cats like you are nothin' but an infection\n  It's time to be squeezin' the puss out\n  Got enough clout, you get stuffed out\n  And put in the soil soon\n  With my supervillainy, I got enough artillery\n  I could destroy the Moon\n  And I'mma deploy it soon\n  Killin' your colony, all of these boys are doomed\n  I do not fight fair, I'm a nightmare\n  Like Freddy's boiler room\n  So do not approach me with a hard head\n  Cause I know that your ass soft\n  Killin' comes easy, I know you\n  Don't wanna see me take my mask off\n"}]