[{"id":361638,"name":"Smoked Out Killaz","trackName":"Smoked Out Killaz","artistName":"Devilish Trio","albumName":"Devilish Trio","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Baker creepin' while you sleepin' on the track, that' to attack\nBustas out here runnin' lip; talking shit behind my back\nIf you hoe, bitch I'm foe, empathy I'm never showin'\nSlowly rollin' in a stolen, blacked-out hearse with rims that's golden\nDim the lights, in the days, Smoked Out Killaz in a rage\nDevilish is just our ways, the trio's here to set ablaze\nCompetition, its our mission, so I don't care who I'm hittin'\nIf you disrespectin' pimpin' then your fucking head I'm splittin'\nI don't give a fuck, bitch, I bring it rough\nSpeaking through the static\nIf you think you tough; come and step\nI'll show you who's the baddest\nNever. Gave a. Fuck\nI just get drunk and I smoke some weed\nShadows of the cut, resides the evil deep inside of me\nHear the angels weep, as I creep up from beneath\nEvil shit is what I speak, this darker shit's what I believe\nFeel the force, where's the score\nIn your head I have contort\nImages of death and gore, brainwashed, killed and on the floor\nFollow me, won't be missed\nNever happy; always pissed\nTENNGAGE, HYDRA MANE and BAKER bringing that devil shit\n\nHYDRA MANE, in the shadows creeping with the Glock 9\nAll the bustas scatter when The Devil's Trio come around\n3 killers from the SHOP, strapped up\nDown for a murder man\nPlastic curled up in my trunk\nRollin' down the fuckin' strip\nThat's the fuckin' devil shit\nSmokin' dimes; 'stead I can't pronounce fuckin' out the whip\nPulled up on your whole damn clique\nWhat you standin' for?\nMass murder on your ass, like I'm Charlie Manson, hoe\nPimpin' since still pimpin'\nOn my grind, all the time\nGet me back, to your head, if you try to fuck with my point blank\nAnd I gotta get my cheese, so I'm creepin' thru the night\nIn a blacked out hearse, got the devil by my side\nScreamin' DOOMSHOP, DOOMSHOP\nTil' I fuckin' die\nGot the Mossberg pump, and with that I take your life\nFirst 40k, all these bustas defecate\nOn the playa from the south\nWhen you're [?]\nYou get shot, to the ground\nDev-lish 3, in your town\nFuck with us; we bustin' rounds\nSmokin' bud, by the pound\nHere, I bring that evil sound","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoked Out Killaz\n  artist: Devilish Trio\n  album: Devilish Trio\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Baker creepin' while you sleepin' on the track, that' to attack\n  Bustas out here runnin' lip; talking shit behind my back\n  If you hoe, bitch I'm foe, empathy I'm never showin'\n  Slowly rollin' in a stolen, blacked-out hearse with rims that's golden\n  Dim the lights, in the days, Smoked Out Killaz in a rage\n  Devilish is just our ways, the trio's here to set ablaze\n  Competition, its our mission, so I don't care who I'm hittin'\n  If you disrespectin' pimpin' then your fucking head I'm splittin'\n  I don't give a fuck, bitch, I bring it rough\n  Speaking through the static\n  If you think you tough; come and step\n  I'll show you who's the baddest\n  Never. Gave a. Fuck\n  I just get drunk and I smoke some weed\n  Shadows of the cut, resides the evil deep inside of me\n  Hear the angels weep, as I creep up from beneath\n  Evil shit is what I speak, this darker shit's what I believe\n  Feel the force, where's the score\n  In your head I have contort\n  Images of death and gore, brainwashed, killed and on the floor\n  Follow me, won't be missed\n  Never happy; always pissed\n  TENNGAGE, HYDRA MANE and BAKER bringing that devil shit\n\n  HYDRA MANE, in the shadows creeping with the Glock 9\n  All the bustas scatter when The Devil's Trio come around\n  3 killers from the SHOP, strapped up\n  Down for a murder man\n  Plastic curled up in my trunk\n  Rollin' down the fuckin' strip\n  That's the fuckin' devil shit\n  Smokin' dimes; 'stead I can't pronounce fuckin' out the whip\n  Pulled up on your whole damn clique\n  What you standin' for?\n  Mass murder on your ass, like I'm Charlie Manson, hoe\n  Pimpin' since still pimpin'\n  On my grind, all the time\n  Get me back, to your head, if you try to fuck with my point blank\n  And I gotta get my cheese, so I'm creepin' thru the night\n  In a blacked out hearse, got the devil by my side\n  Screamin' DOOMSHOP, DOOMSHOP\n  Til' I fuckin' die\n  Got the Mossberg pump, and with that I take your life\n  First 40k, all these bustas defecate\n  On the playa from the south\n  When you're [?]\n  You get shot, to the ground\n  Dev-lish 3, in your town\n  Fuck with us; we bustin' rounds\n  Smokin' bud, by the pound\n  Here, I bring that evil sound\n"}]