[{"id":28668113,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] Yeah!\n[00:09.53] Detroit mothafucka!\n[00:09.92] DJ Green Lantern!\n[00:10.64] D12!\n[00:11.81] We ain't goin' nowhere!\n[00:14.40] We still smokin' crack nigga!\n[00:16.32] Haha!\n[00:18.43] Let 'em know!\n[00:19.14] AH-HA!\n[00:19.79] Bitch keep talkin'\n[00:21.09] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[00:24.07] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:29.55] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[00:32.31] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[00:34.94] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:39.65] (Yo!) COME ON!\n[00:40.66] Yo the derelict is back\n[00:42.60] I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n[00:44.19] I even sold my therapist crack\n[00:45.80] You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n[00:47.80] I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n[00:50.26] And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n[00:53.05] Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n[00:55.69] Kids and all be hit\n[00:57.19] Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n[01:00.33] Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n[01:03.51] Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n[01:05.26] (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n[01:06.29] Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n[01:08.28] While you eatin' at Wendy's\n[01:09.69] I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n[01:11.14] Nice wit the hands\n[01:11.80] Never bow down to another man\n[01:13.12] I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n[01:15.69] Smother your clan\n[01:16.71] Sever your hands and your legs\n[01:18.23] Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n[01:20.50] I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n[01:22.73] Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n[01:24.66] With a fishnet rubber\n[01:25.90] A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n[01:27.82] That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n[01:31.02] When it comes to beefin'\n[01:32.35] It ain't no explainin'\n[01:33.53] I'll change your language wit a stainless\n[01:35.57] I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n[01:38.00] I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n[01:41.49] Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n[01:43.86] You get squashed like pop cans\n[01:48.98] I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n[01:51.09] I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n[01:53.45] So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n[01:55.34] I love to see 'em wasted\n[01:57.04] I'm made to behave in this case\n[01:58.34] You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n[02:01.14] Bitch keep talkin'\n[02:02.18] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[02:05.35] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:10.72] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[02:13.27] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[02:15.82] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:20.53] (BITCH!) COME ON!\n[02:21.34] I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n[02:24.16] I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n[02:26.97] Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n[02:29.09] He probably sue\n[02:30.39] Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n[02:32.02] The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n[02:33.92] No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n[02:36.99] Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n[02:38.88] Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n[02:41.41] Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n[02:43.90] I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n[02:47.86] And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n[02:49.73] I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n[02:51.27] YEY-YEY\n[02:52.03] Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n[02:54.66] Tupac\n[02:55.26] And Notorious BIG\n[02:56.59] I'm probably the best\n[02:58.28] Guy in the flesh\n[02:59.36] Blow ya heart out ya chest\n[03:00.67] And ya chest out ya vest\n[03:02.17] Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n[03:04.62] Study my trail I cut and me fail\n[03:07.22] A druggy on bail nutty as well\n[03:09.15] Which such like buddy revel\n[03:12.15] Dead or in jail\n[03:14.08] Still headin' for hell\n[03:15.76] The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n[03:17.49] Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n[03:18.72] We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n[03:21.39] Got the key to your coffin\n[03:22.34] To pee on you often\n[03:23.49] Great me wit offers we taken over\n[03:25.36] Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n[03:27.04] Ya hear me!?!\n[03:28.18] Fuckin' crack heads\n[03:29.67] And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n[03:31.96] This ain't brains over Braun\n[03:37.96] This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n[03:40.56] Ha-ha come on bitch!\n[03:41.65] Bitch keep talkin'\n[03:43.07] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[03:45.62] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[03:51.70] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[03:54.33] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[03:56.76] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n[04:01.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah!\n  start_ms: 8960\n  end_ms: 9530\n- text: Detroit mothafucka!\n  start_ms: 9530\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: DJ Green Lantern!\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 10640\n- text: D12!\n  start_ms: 10640\n  end_ms: 11810\n- text: We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  start_ms: 11810\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 16320\n- text: Haha!\n  start_ms: 16320\n  end_ms: 18430\n- text: Let 'em know!\n  start_ms: 18430\n  end_ms: 19140\n- text: AH-HA!\n  start_ms: 19140\n  end_ms: 19790\n- text: Bitch keep talkin'\n  start_ms: 19790\n  end_ms: 21090\n- text: Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  start_ms: 21090\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 29550\n- text: Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  start_ms: 29550\n  end_ms: 32310\n- text: Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  start_ms: 32310\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 39650\n- text: (Yo!) 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COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":2252947,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] Yeah!\n[00:09.53] Detroit mothafucka!\n[00:09.92] DJ Green Lantern!\n[00:10.64] D12!\n[00:11.81] We ain't goin' nowhere!\n[00:14.40] We still smokin' crack nigga!\n[00:16.32] Haha!\n[00:18.43] Let 'em know!\n[00:19.14] AH-HA!\n[00:19.79] Bitch keep talkin'\n[00:21.09] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[00:24.07] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:29.55] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[00:32.31] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[00:34.94] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:39.65] (Yo!) COME ON!\n[00:40.66] Yo the derelict is back\n[00:42.60] I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n[00:44.19] I even sold my therapist crack\n[00:45.80] You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n[00:47.80] I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n[00:50.26] And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n[00:53.05] Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n[00:55.69] Kids and all be hit\n[00:57.19] Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n[01:00.33] Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n[01:03.51] Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n[01:05.26] (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n[01:06.29] Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n[01:08.28] While you eatin' at Wendy's\n[01:09.69] I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n[01:11.14] Nice wit the hands\n[01:11.80] Never bow down to another man\n[01:13.12] I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n[01:15.69] Smother your clan\n[01:16.71] Sever your hands and your legs\n[01:18.23] Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n[01:20.50] I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n[01:22.73] Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n[01:24.66] With a fishnet rubber\n[01:25.90] A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n[01:27.82] That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n[01:31.02] When it comes to beefin'\n[01:32.35] It ain't no explainin'\n[01:33.53] I'll change your language wit a stainless\n[01:35.57] I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n[01:38.00] I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n[01:41.49] Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n[01:43.86] You get squashed like pop cans\n[01:48.98] I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n[01:51.09] I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n[01:53.45] So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n[01:55.34] I love to see 'em wasted\n[01:57.04] I'm made to behave in this case\n[01:58.34] You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n[02:01.14] Bitch keep talkin'\n[02:02.18] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[02:05.35] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:10.72] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[02:13.27] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[02:15.82] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:20.53] (BITCH!) 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COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":30145476,"name":"Keep Talkin’","trackName":"Keep Talkin’","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] Yeah!\n[00:09.53] Detroit mothafucka!\n[00:09.92] DJ Green Lantern!\n[00:10.64] D12!\n[00:11.81] We ain't goin' nowhere!\n[00:14.40] We still smokin' crack nigga!\n[00:16.32] Haha!\n[00:18.43] Let 'em know!\n[00:19.14] AH-HA!\n[00:19.79] Bitch keep talkin'\n[00:21.09] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[00:24.07] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:29.55] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[00:32.31] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[00:34.94] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:39.65] (Yo!) COME ON!\n[00:40.66] Yo the derelict is back\n[00:42.60] I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n[00:44.19] I even sold my therapist crack\n[00:45.80] You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n[00:47.80] I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n[00:50.26] And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n[00:53.05] Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n[00:55.69] Kids and all be hit\n[00:57.19] Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n[01:00.33] Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n[01:03.51] Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n[01:05.26] (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n[01:06.29] Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n[01:08.28] While you eatin' at Wendy's\n[01:09.69] I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n[01:11.14] Nice wit the hands\n[01:11.80] Never bow down to another man\n[01:13.12] I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n[01:15.69] Smother your clan\n[01:16.71] Sever your hands and your legs\n[01:18.23] Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n[01:20.50] I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n[01:22.73] Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n[01:24.66] With a fishnet rubber\n[01:25.90] A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n[01:27.82] That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n[01:31.02] When it comes to beefin'\n[01:32.35] It ain't no explainin'\n[01:33.53] I'll change your language wit a stainless\n[01:35.57] I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n[01:38.00] I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n[01:41.49] Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n[01:43.86] You get squashed like pop cans\n[01:48.98] I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n[01:51.09] I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n[01:53.45] So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n[01:55.34] I love to see 'em wasted\n[01:57.04] I'm made to behave in this case\n[01:58.34] You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n[02:01.14] Bitch keep talkin'\n[02:02.18] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[02:05.35] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:10.72] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[02:13.27] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[02:15.82] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:20.53] (BITCH!) 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COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":19983822,"name":"Keep Talkin’","trackName":"Keep Talkin’","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World","duration":281.401501,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin’\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World\n  duration_ms: 281402\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":18847792,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World","duration":271.998549,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World\n  duration_ms: 271999\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":23713485,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World","duration":265.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World\n  duration_ms: 265000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":21577464,"name":"Keep Talkin’","trackName":"Keep Talkin’","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World","duration":289.012094,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin’\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World\n  duration_ms: 289012\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":24807635,"name":"Keep Talkin’","trackName":"Keep Talkin’","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World","duration":277.327185,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin’\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World\n  duration_ms: 277327\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":2252948,"name":"Keep Talkin’","trackName":"Keep Talkin’","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World (explicit)","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] Yeah!\n[00:09.53] Detroit mothafucka!\n[00:09.92] DJ Green Lantern!\n[00:10.64] D12!\n[00:11.81] We ain't goin' nowhere!\n[00:14.40] We still smokin' crack nigga!\n[00:16.32] Haha!\n[00:18.43] Let 'em know!\n[00:19.14] AH-HA!\n[00:19.79] Bitch keep talkin'\n[00:21.09] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[00:24.07] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:29.55] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[00:32.31] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[00:34.94] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:39.65] (Yo!) COME ON!\n[00:40.66] Yo the derelict is back\n[00:42.60] I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n[00:44.19] I even sold my therapist crack\n[00:45.80] You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n[00:47.80] I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n[00:50.26] And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n[00:53.05] Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n[00:55.69] Kids and all be hit\n[00:57.19] Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n[01:00.33] Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n[01:03.51] Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n[01:05.26] (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n[01:06.29] Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n[01:08.28] While you eatin' at Wendy's\n[01:09.69] I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n[01:11.14] Nice wit the hands\n[01:11.80] Never bow down to another man\n[01:13.12] I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n[01:15.69] Smother your clan\n[01:16.71] Sever your hands and your legs\n[01:18.23] Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n[01:20.50] I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n[01:22.73] Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n[01:24.66] With a fishnet rubber\n[01:25.90] A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n[01:27.82] That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n[01:31.02] When it comes to beefin'\n[01:32.35] It ain't no explainin'\n[01:33.53] I'll change your language wit a stainless\n[01:35.57] I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n[01:38.00] I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n[01:41.49] Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n[01:43.86] You get squashed like pop cans\n[01:48.98] I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n[01:51.09] I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n[01:53.45] So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n[01:55.34] I love to see 'em wasted\n[01:57.04] I'm made to behave in this case\n[01:58.34] You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n[02:01.14] Bitch keep talkin'\n[02:02.18] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[02:05.35] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:10.72] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[02:13.27] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[02:15.82] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:20.53] (BITCH!) COME ON!\n[02:21.34] I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n[02:24.16] I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n[02:26.97] Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n[02:29.09] He probably sue\n[02:30.39] Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n[02:32.02] The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n[02:33.92] No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n[02:36.99] Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n[02:38.88] Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n[02:41.41] Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n[02:43.90] I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n[02:47.86] And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n[02:49.73] I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n[02:51.27] YEY-YEY\n[02:52.03] Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n[02:54.66] Tupac\n[02:55.26] And Notorious BIG\n[02:56.59] I'm probably the best\n[02:58.28] Guy in the flesh\n[02:59.36] Blow ya heart out ya chest\n[03:00.67] And ya chest out ya vest\n[03:02.17] Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n[03:04.62] Study my trail I cut and me fail\n[03:07.22] A druggy on bail nutty as well\n[03:09.15] Which such like buddy revel\n[03:12.15] Dead or in jail\n[03:14.08] Still headin' for hell\n[03:15.76] The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n[03:17.49] Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n[03:18.72] We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n[03:21.39] Got the key to your coffin\n[03:22.34] To pee on you often\n[03:23.49] Great me wit offers we taken over\n[03:25.36] Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n[03:27.04] Ya hear me!?!\n[03:28.18] Fuckin' crack heads\n[03:29.67] And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n[03:31.96] This ain't brains over Braun\n[03:37.96] This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n[03:40.56] Ha-ha come on bitch!\n[03:41.65] Bitch keep talkin'\n[03:43.07] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[03:45.62] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[03:51.70] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[03:54.33] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[03:56.76] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n[04:01.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin’\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World (explicit)\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah!\n  start_ms: 8960\n  end_ms: 9530\n- text: Detroit mothafucka!\n  start_ms: 9530\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: DJ Green Lantern!\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 10640\n- text: D12!\n  start_ms: 10640\n  end_ms: 11810\n- text: We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  start_ms: 11810\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 16320\n- text: Haha!\n  start_ms: 16320\n  end_ms: 18430\n- text: Let 'em know!\n  start_ms: 18430\n  end_ms: 19140\n- text: AH-HA!\n  start_ms: 19140\n  end_ms: 19790\n- text: Bitch keep talkin'\n  start_ms: 19790\n  end_ms: 21090\n- text: Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  start_ms: 21090\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 29550\n- text: Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  start_ms: 29550\n  end_ms: 32310\n- text: Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  start_ms: 32310\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 39650\n- text: (Yo!) 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COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":23888048,"name":"Keep Talkin","trackName":"Keep Talkin","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World-ADVANCE","duration":253.675102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World-ADVANCE\n  duration_ms: 253675\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":21782269,"name":"Keep Talkin","trackName":"Keep Talkin","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World [Clean]","duration":271.9608119,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World [Clean]\n  duration_ms: 271961\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":19789827,"name":"Keep Talkin","trackName":"Keep Talkin","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World (Special Edition)","duration":268.90449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World (Special Edition)\n  duration_ms: 268904\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":24021339,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World (CD 1)","duration":268.878367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World (CD 1)\n  duration_ms: 268878\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":22734465,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World [Disc 01]","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World [Disc 01]\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":27424752,"name":"Keep Talkin’","trackName":"Keep Talkin’","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D12 World (Japan Press)","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin’\n  artist: D12\n  album: D12 World (Japan Press)\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":1032367,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D-12 World (Explicit Version)","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: D-12 World (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":30201793,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D-12 World","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] Yeah!\n[00:09.53] Detroit mothafucka!\n[00:09.92] DJ Green Lantern!\n[00:10.64] D12!\n[00:11.81] We ain't goin' nowhere!\n[00:14.40] We still smokin' crack nigga!\n[00:16.32] Haha!\n[00:18.43] Let 'em know!\n[00:19.14] AH-HA!\n[00:19.79] Bitch keep talkin'\n[00:21.09] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[00:24.07] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:29.55] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[00:32.31] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[00:34.94] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:39.65] (Yo!) COME ON!\n[00:40.66] Yo the derelict is back\n[00:42.60] I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n[00:44.19] I even sold my therapist crack\n[00:45.80] You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n[00:47.80] I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n[00:50.26] And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n[00:53.05] Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n[00:55.69] Kids and all be hit\n[00:57.19] Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n[01:00.33] Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n[01:03.51] Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n[01:05.26] (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n[01:06.29] Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n[01:08.28] While you eatin' at Wendy's\n[01:09.69] I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n[01:11.14] Nice wit the hands\n[01:11.80] Never bow down to another man\n[01:13.12] I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n[01:15.69] Smother your clan\n[01:16.71] Sever your hands and your legs\n[01:18.23] Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n[01:20.50] I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n[01:22.73] Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n[01:24.66] With a fishnet rubber\n[01:25.90] A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n[01:27.82] That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n[01:31.02] When it comes to beefin'\n[01:32.35] It ain't no explainin'\n[01:33.53] I'll change your language wit a stainless\n[01:35.57] I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n[01:38.00] I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n[01:41.49] Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n[01:43.86] You get squashed like pop cans\n[01:48.98] I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n[01:51.09] I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n[01:53.45] So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n[01:55.34] I love to see 'em wasted\n[01:57.04] I'm made to behave in this case\n[01:58.34] You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n[02:01.14] Bitch keep talkin'\n[02:02.18] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[02:05.35] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:10.72] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[02:13.27] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[02:15.82] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:20.53] (BITCH!) COME ON!\n[02:21.34] I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n[02:24.16] I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n[02:26.97] Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n[02:29.09] He probably sue\n[02:30.39] Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n[02:32.02] The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n[02:33.92] No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n[02:36.99] Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n[02:38.88] Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n[02:41.41] Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n[02:43.90] I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n[02:47.86] And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n[02:49.73] I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n[02:51.27] YEY-YEY\n[02:52.03] Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n[02:54.66] Tupac\n[02:55.26] And Notorious BIG\n[02:56.59] I'm probably the best\n[02:58.28] Guy in the flesh\n[02:59.36] Blow ya heart out ya chest\n[03:00.67] And ya chest out ya vest\n[03:02.17] Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n[03:04.62] Study my trail I cut and me fail\n[03:07.22] A druggy on bail nutty as well\n[03:09.15] Which such like buddy revel\n[03:12.15] Dead or in jail\n[03:14.08] Still headin' for hell\n[03:15.76] The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n[03:17.49] Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n[03:18.72] We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n[03:21.39] Got the key to your coffin\n[03:22.34] To pee on you often\n[03:23.49] Great me wit offers we taken over\n[03:25.36] Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n[03:27.04] Ya hear me!?!\n[03:28.18] Fuckin' crack heads\n[03:29.67] And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n[03:31.96] This ain't brains over Braun\n[03:37.96] This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n[03:40.56] Ha-ha come on bitch!\n[03:41.65] Bitch keep talkin'\n[03:43.07] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[03:45.62] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[03:51.70] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[03:54.33] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[03:56.76] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n[04:01.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: D-12 World\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah!\n  start_ms: 8960\n  end_ms: 9530\n- text: Detroit mothafucka!\n  start_ms: 9530\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: DJ Green Lantern!\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 10640\n- text: D12!\n  start_ms: 10640\n  end_ms: 11810\n- text: We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  start_ms: 11810\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 16320\n- text: Haha!\n  start_ms: 16320\n  end_ms: 18430\n- text: Let 'em know!\n  start_ms: 18430\n  end_ms: 19140\n- text: AH-HA!\n  start_ms: 19140\n  end_ms: 19790\n- text: Bitch keep talkin'\n  start_ms: 19790\n  end_ms: 21090\n- text: Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  start_ms: 21090\n  end_ms: 24070\n- text: We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 24070\n  end_ms: 29550\n- text: Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  start_ms: 29550\n  end_ms: 32310\n- text: Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  start_ms: 32310\n  end_ms: 34940\n- text: We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  start_ms: 34940\n  end_ms: 39650\n- text: (Yo!) 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COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":19477086,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D-12 World","duration":268.872,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: D-12 World\n  duration_ms: 268872\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":34647739,"name":"Keep Talkin’","trackName":"Keep Talkin’","artistName":"D12","albumName":"D‐12 World","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.96] Yeah!\n[00:09.53] Detroit mothafucka!\n[00:09.92] DJ Green Lantern!\n[00:10.64] D12!\n[00:11.81] We ain't goin' nowhere!\n[00:14.40] We still smokin' crack nigga!\n[00:16.32] Haha!\n[00:18.43] Let 'em know!\n[00:19.14] AH-HA!\n[00:19.79] Bitch keep talkin'\n[00:21.09] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[00:24.07] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:29.55] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[00:32.31] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[00:34.94] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[00:39.65] (Yo!) COME ON!\n[00:40.66] Yo the derelict is back\n[00:42.60] I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n[00:44.19] I even sold my therapist crack\n[00:45.80] You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n[00:47.80] I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n[00:50.26] And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n[00:53.05] Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n[00:55.69] Kids and all be hit\n[00:57.19] Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n[01:00.33] Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n[01:03.51] Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n[01:05.26] (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n[01:06.29] Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n[01:08.28] While you eatin' at Wendy's\n[01:09.69] I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n[01:11.14] Nice wit the hands\n[01:11.80] Never bow down to another man\n[01:13.12] I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n[01:15.69] Smother your clan\n[01:16.71] Sever your hands and your legs\n[01:18.23] Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n[01:20.50] I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n[01:22.73] Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n[01:24.66] With a fishnet rubber\n[01:25.90] A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n[01:27.82] That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n[01:31.02] When it comes to beefin'\n[01:32.35] It ain't no explainin'\n[01:33.53] I'll change your language wit a stainless\n[01:35.57] I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n[01:38.00] I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n[01:41.49] Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n[01:43.86] You get squashed like pop cans\n[01:48.98] I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n[01:51.09] I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n[01:53.45] So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n[01:55.34] I love to see 'em wasted\n[01:57.04] I'm made to behave in this case\n[01:58.34] You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n[02:01.14] Bitch keep talkin'\n[02:02.18] Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n[02:05.35] We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:10.72] Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n[02:13.27] Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n[02:15.82] We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n[02:20.53] (BITCH!) 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COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"},{"id":27493588,"name":"Keep Talkin'","trackName":"Keep Talkin'","artistName":"D12","albumName":"Invasion Part II: Conspiracy Theory","duration":253.64,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah!\nDetroit mothafucka!\nDJ Green Lantern!\nD12!\nWe ain't goin' nowhere!\nWe still smokin' crack nigga!\nHaha!\nLet 'em know!\nAH-HA!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(Yo!) COME ON!\n\nYo the derelict is back\nI'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\nI even sold my therapist crack\nYou niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\nI love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\nAnd nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\nIll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\nKids and all be hit\nPeers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\nKuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\nPackin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n(Bitch keep talkin'!)\nThrowin' fire bombs down your chimney\nWhile you eatin' at Wendy's\nI'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\nNice wit the hands\nNever bow down to another man\nI was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\nSmother your clan\nSever your hands and your legs\n\nMail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\nI'm the only one your bitch let touch her\nType of brother that will fuck your mother\nWith a fishnet rubber\nA belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\nThat'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\nWhen it comes to beefin'\nIt ain't no explainin'\nI'll change your language wit a stainless\nI'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\nI'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\nNiggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\nYou get squashed like pop cans\nI be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\nI'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\nSo when she fire it up she coughin' blood\nI love to see 'em wasted\n\nI'm made to behave in this case\nYou try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n(BITCH!) COME ON!\n\nI ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\nI'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\nPsyche, I ain't gonna mention it\nHe probably sue\nNext week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\nThe first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\nNo condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\nBizarre been fuckin raw all summer\nLets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\nPsyche, I'm not bisexual\nI'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\nAnd I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\nI got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\nYEY-YEY\nRest in peace Jam Master Jay\nTupac\nAnd Notorious BIG\nI'm probably the best\nGuy in the flesh\nBlow ya heart out ya chest\nAnd ya chest out ya vest\nLeave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\nStudy my trail I cut and me fail\nA druggy on bail nutty as well\nWhich such like buddy revel\nDead or in jail\nStill headin' for hell\nThe ghetto rebels the wrong guy\nNow get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\nWe can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\nGot the key to your coffin\nTo pee on you often\nGreat me wit offers we taken over\nOr get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\nYa hear me!?!\n\nFuckin' crack heads\nAnd this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\nThis ain't brains over Braun\nThis is bullies over fuckin pussies\nHa-ha come on bitch!\n\nBitch keep talkin'\nKeep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\nWe ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\nKeep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\nCuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\nWe aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Keep Talkin'\n  artist: D12\n  album: 'Invasion Part II: Conspiracy Theory'\n  duration_ms: 253640\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah!\n  Detroit mothafucka!\n  DJ Green Lantern!\n  D12!\n  We ain't goin' nowhere!\n  We still smokin' crack nigga!\n  Haha!\n  Let 'em know!\n  AH-HA!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (Yo!) COME ON!\n\n  Yo the derelict is back\n  I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last\n  I even sold my therapist crack\n  You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts\n  I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats\n  And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me\n  Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat\n  Kids and all be hit\n  Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all\n  Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter\n  Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'\n  (Bitch keep talkin'!)\n  Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney\n  While you eatin' at Wendy's\n  I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi\n  Nice wit the hands\n  Never bow down to another man\n  I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands\n  Smother your clan\n  Sever your hands and your legs\n\n  Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!\n\n  I'm the only one your bitch let touch her\n  Type of brother that will fuck your mother\n  With a fishnet rubber\n  A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka\n  That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller\n  When it comes to beefin'\n  It ain't no explainin'\n  I'll change your language wit a stainless\n  I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous\n  I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit\n  Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can\n  You get squashed like pop cans\n  I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man\n  I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it\n  So when she fire it up she coughin' blood\n  I love to see 'em wasted\n\n  I'm made to behave in this case\n  You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  (BITCH!) COME ON!\n\n  I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule\n  I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do\n  Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it\n  He probably sue\n  Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!)\n  The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress\n  No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards\n  Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer\n  Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother\n\n  Psyche, I'm not bisexual\n  I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)\n  And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme\n  I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!\n\n  YEY-YEY\n  Rest in peace Jam Master Jay\n  Tupac\n  And Notorious BIG\n  I'm probably the best\n  Guy in the flesh\n  Blow ya heart out ya chest\n  And ya chest out ya vest\n  Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell\n  Study my trail I cut and me fail\n  A druggy on bail nutty as well\n  Which such like buddy revel\n  Dead or in jail\n  Still headin' for hell\n  The ghetto rebels the wrong guy\n  Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob\n  We can set this from your front door to your CEO office\n\n  Got the key to your coffin\n  To pee on you often\n  Great me wit offers we taken over\n  Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda\n  Ya hear me!?!\n\n  Fuckin' crack heads\n  And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons\n  This ain't brains over Braun\n  This is bullies over fuckin pussies\n  Ha-ha come on bitch!\n\n  Bitch keep talkin'\n  Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'\n  We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'\n  Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'\n  Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us\n  We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!\n"}]