[{"id":2557663,"name":"Ridiculous, Pt. 2","trackName":"Ridiculous, Pt. 2","artistName":"Dope D.o.d.","albumName":"The Ugly [ep]","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\nFucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\nGo against the gods, go against the flow\nNow we all powerfull and look at you... Ridiculous\n\nUncle Fred said \"fuck em!\"\nYou're going from the top to the bottom (drop em)\nYou don't wanna mess with rotten (rotten)\nMore rock 'n roll than any hip hoppin'\nUndead - graveyard's my garden\nAnd few spots left for you in burial to stares in\nNo, you don't want it, you fuckin' with the martian\n(Always finish what we started)\nSold yourself for a bargain price\nGet what I want, never askin' nice\nDo what I want never take advice\nAnd now west coast better take a hike\nPeople wants more and I take your life\nI won't let it slide, this shit ain't swipe\nAnd get worked up in a little bit high\nRidiculous facts - don't touch the mic\n\nI look at niggas nowadays I can't believe you spittin' some\nYou rippin' em, with no work and no play like Nicholson\nTrippin' pistol whippin' any whistle blowin' sissy cunt\nI'm super serial with witty puns, I'm fucking Kirsten Dunst\nSo hit the drums and I come swinging with that afro shit\nSuper-Color-Fragilistic-Expialidocious bitch\nSo ass get kicked, I'm on that Indiana lasso shit\nI'm so sick and serious Jones, Holmes I pass the gift\nCall me a pacifist, it's really quite inaccurate\nI smack a bitch talkin' shit about my cancer sticks\nI'm smo-smokin' on pink rose with pimp potion\nSo niggas broken I bust pain and he's brain blow then\nYou bad baby, you bap booms with bat, baby\nWe crack babies, so late mack I attack ladies\nNo yes, maybe like a said before - I'm serious\nThe Reaper get the job done make niggas look ridiculous\n\nJump head first down into the abyss, bitch\nFucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\nGo against the gods, go against the reaper\nI'm an all mighty creature, now y'all niggas is... Ridiculous\n\nRappers so glossy I see it on the lips\nWanna dance like the chicks in their clips\n(That shit is just ridiculous!)\nShit is going down and the rats abandoned ship\nBut that ain't no suprise\nYou and your clique is - ridiculous!\n\nYou wanna ridicule us? That's ridiculous\nI'm in the mix like a silver flash cause it's obscure'o\nAnd I got em curious about\n\"Who? what? why? when? where? and how?\"\nI do it so conspicuo-us, they never knew us then we blew up\nAgain tourin' for a few months, years now\nMany art is through us\nI turn Mc's into pickled pepper goulash\n(Where's your head at?!) It's in the cool box\nRappers lose us in the process, they're so bitter\nFollow me or swallow me, you can suck a dick or two\nYou better didgeridoo all that you done son\nBut you don't get what we do, when that ain't un-done\nDragon in the dungeon, spittin' fire vigorous\nFuckin' with the Vicious now you know that shit's ridiculous","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ridiculous, Pt. 2\n  artist: Dope D.o.d.\n  album: The Ugly [ep]\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\n  Fucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\n  Go against the gods, go against the flow\n  Now we all powerfull and look at you... Ridiculous\n\n  Uncle Fred said \"fuck em!\"\n  You're going from the top to the bottom (drop em)\n  You don't wanna mess with rotten (rotten)\n  More rock 'n roll than any hip hoppin'\n  Undead - graveyard's my garden\n  And few spots left for you in burial to stares in\n  No, you don't want it, you fuckin' with the martian\n  (Always finish what we started)\n  Sold yourself for a bargain price\n  Get what I want, never askin' nice\n  Do what I want never take advice\n  And now west coast better take a hike\n  People wants more and I take your life\n  I won't let it slide, this shit ain't swipe\n  And get worked up in a little bit high\n  Ridiculous facts - don't touch the mic\n\n  I look at niggas nowadays I can't believe you spittin' some\n  You rippin' em, with no work and no play like Nicholson\n  Trippin' pistol whippin' any whistle blowin' sissy cunt\n  I'm super serial with witty puns, I'm fucking Kirsten Dunst\n  So hit the drums and I come swinging with that afro shit\n  Super-Color-Fragilistic-Expialidocious bitch\n  So ass get kicked, I'm on that Indiana lasso shit\n  I'm so sick and serious Jones, Holmes I pass the gift\n  Call me a pacifist, it's really quite inaccurate\n  I smack a bitch talkin' shit about my cancer sticks\n  I'm smo-smokin' on pink rose with pimp potion\n  So niggas broken I bust pain and he's brain blow then\n  You bad baby, you bap booms with bat, baby\n  We crack babies, so late mack I attack ladies\n  No yes, maybe like a said before - I'm serious\n  The Reaper get the job done make niggas look ridiculous\n\n  Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\n  Fucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\n  Go against the gods, go against the reaper\n  I'm an all mighty creature, now y'all niggas is... Ridiculous\n\n  Rappers so glossy I see it on the lips\n  Wanna dance like the chicks in their clips\n  (That shit is just ridiculous!)\n  Shit is going down and the rats abandoned ship\n  But that ain't no suprise\n  You and your clique is - ridiculous!\n\n  You wanna ridicule us? That's ridiculous\n  I'm in the mix like a silver flash cause it's obscure'o\n  And I got em curious about\n  \"Who? what? why? when? where? and how?\"\n  I do it so conspicuo-us, they never knew us then we blew up\n  Again tourin' for a few months, years now\n  Many art is through us\n  I turn Mc's into pickled pepper goulash\n  (Where's your head at?!) It's in the cool box\n  Rappers lose us in the process, they're so bitter\n  Follow me or swallow me, you can suck a dick or two\n  You better didgeridoo all that you done son\n  But you don't get what we do, when that ain't un-done\n  Dragon in the dungeon, spittin' fire vigorous\n  Fuckin' with the Vicious now you know that shit's ridiculous\n"},{"id":13360976,"name":"Ridiculous, Pt. 2","trackName":"Ridiculous, Pt. 2","artistName":"Dope D.O.D.","albumName":"The Ugly","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\nFucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\nGo against the gods, go against the flow\nNow we all powerfull and look at you... Ridiculous\n\nUncle Fred said \"fuck em!\"\nYou're going from the top to the bottom (drop em)\nYou don't wanna mess with rotten (rotten)\nMore rock 'n roll than any hip hoppin'\nUndead - graveyard's my garden\nAnd few spots left for you in burial to stares in\nNo, you don't want it, you fuckin' with the martian\n(Always finish what we started)\nSold yourself for a bargain price\nGet what I want, never askin' nice\nDo what I want never take advice\nAnd now west coast better take a hike\nPeople wants more and I take your life\nI won't let it slide, this shit ain't swipe\nAnd get worked up in a little bit high\nRidiculous facts - don't touch the mic\n\nI look at niggas nowadays I can't believe you spittin' some\nYou rippin' em, with no work and no play like Nicholson\nTrippin' pistol whippin' any whistle blowin' sissy cunt\nI'm super serial with witty puns, I'm fucking Kirsten Dunst\nSo hit the drums and I come swinging with that afro shit\nSuper-Color-Fragilistic-Expialidocious bitch\nSo ass get kicked, I'm on that Indiana lasso shit\nI'm so sick and serious Jones, Holmes I pass the gift\nCall me a pacifist, it's really quite inaccurate\nI smack a bitch talkin' shit about my cancer sticks\nI'm smo-smokin' on pink rose with pimp potion\nSo niggas broken I bust pain and he's brain blow then\nYou bad baby, you bap booms with bat, baby\nWe crack babies, so late mack I attack ladies\nNo yes, maybe like a said before - I'm serious\nThe Reaper get the job done make niggas look ridiculous\n\nJump head first down into the abyss, bitch\nFucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\nGo against the gods, go against the reaper\nI'm an all mighty creature, now y'all niggas is... Ridiculous\n\nRappers so glossy I see it on the lips\nWanna dance like the chicks in their clips\n(That shit is just ridiculous!)\nShit is going down and the rats abandoned ship\nBut that ain't no suprise\nYou and your clique is - ridiculous!\n\nYou wanna ridicule us? That's ridiculous\nI'm in the mix like a silver flash cause it's obscure'o\nAnd I got em curious about\n\"who? what? why? when? where? and how?\"\nI do it so conspicuo-us, they never knew us then we blew up\nAgain tourin' for a few months, years now\nMany art is through us\nI turn Mc's into pickled pepper goulash\n(Where's your head at?!) It's in the cool box\nRappers lose us in the process, they're so bitter\nFollow me or swallow me, you can suck a dick or two\nYou better didgeridoo all that you done son\nBut you don't get what we do, when that ain't un-done\nDragon in the dungeon, spittin' fire vigorous\nFuckin' with the Vicious now you know that shit's ridiculous","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ridiculous, Pt. 2\n  artist: Dope D.O.D.\n  album: The Ugly\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\n  Fucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\n  Go against the gods, go against the flow\n  Now we all powerfull and look at you... Ridiculous\n\n  Uncle Fred said \"fuck em!\"\n  You're going from the top to the bottom (drop em)\n  You don't wanna mess with rotten (rotten)\n  More rock 'n roll than any hip hoppin'\n  Undead - graveyard's my garden\n  And few spots left for you in burial to stares in\n  No, you don't want it, you fuckin' with the martian\n  (Always finish what we started)\n  Sold yourself for a bargain price\n  Get what I want, never askin' nice\n  Do what I want never take advice\n  And now west coast better take a hike\n  People wants more and I take your life\n  I won't let it slide, this shit ain't swipe\n  And get worked up in a little bit high\n  Ridiculous facts - don't touch the mic\n\n  I look at niggas nowadays I can't believe you spittin' some\n  You rippin' em, with no work and no play like Nicholson\n  Trippin' pistol whippin' any whistle blowin' sissy cunt\n  I'm super serial with witty puns, I'm fucking Kirsten Dunst\n  So hit the drums and I come swinging with that afro shit\n  Super-Color-Fragilistic-Expialidocious bitch\n  So ass get kicked, I'm on that Indiana lasso shit\n  I'm so sick and serious Jones, Holmes I pass the gift\n  Call me a pacifist, it's really quite inaccurate\n  I smack a bitch talkin' shit about my cancer sticks\n  I'm smo-smokin' on pink rose with pimp potion\n  So niggas broken I bust pain and he's brain blow then\n  You bad baby, you bap booms with bat, baby\n  We crack babies, so late mack I attack ladies\n  No yes, maybe like a said before - I'm serious\n  The Reaper get the job done make niggas look ridiculous\n\n  Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\n  Fucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\n  Go against the gods, go against the reaper\n  I'm an all mighty creature, now y'all niggas is... Ridiculous\n\n  Rappers so glossy I see it on the lips\n  Wanna dance like the chicks in their clips\n  (That shit is just ridiculous!)\n  Shit is going down and the rats abandoned ship\n  But that ain't no suprise\n  You and your clique is - ridiculous!\n\n  You wanna ridicule us? That's ridiculous\n  I'm in the mix like a silver flash cause it's obscure'o\n  And I got em curious about\n  \"who? what? why? when? where? and how?\"\n  I do it so conspicuo-us, they never knew us then we blew up\n  Again tourin' for a few months, years now\n  Many art is through us\n  I turn Mc's into pickled pepper goulash\n  (Where's your head at?!) It's in the cool box\n  Rappers lose us in the process, they're so bitter\n  Follow me or swallow me, you can suck a dick or two\n  You better didgeridoo all that you done son\n  But you don't get what we do, when that ain't un-done\n  Dragon in the dungeon, spittin' fire vigorous\n  Fuckin' with the Vicious now you know that shit's ridiculous\n"},{"id":2557662,"name":"Ridiculous, Pt. 2","trackName":"Ridiculous, Pt. 2","artistName":"Dope D.O.D. feat. Redman","albumName":"The Ugly","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\nFucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\nGo against the gods, go against the flow\nNow we all powerfull and look at you... Ridiculous\n\nUncle Fred said \"fuck em!\"\nYou're going from the top to the bottom (drop em)\nYou don't wanna mess with rotten (rotten)\nMore rock 'n roll than any hip hoppin'\nUndead - graveyard's my garden\nAnd few spots left for you in burial to stares in\nNo, you don't want it, you fuckin' with the martian\n(Always finish what we started)\nSold yourself for a bargain price\nGet what I want, never askin' nice\nDo what I want never take advice\nAnd now west coast better take a hike\nPeople wants more and I take your life\nI won't let it slide, this shit ain't swipe\nAnd get worked up in a little bit high\nRidiculous facts - don't touch the mic\n\nI look at niggas nowadays I can't believe you spittin' some\nYou rippin' em, with no work and no play like Nicholson\nTrippin' pistol whippin' any whistle blowin' sissy cunt\nI'm super serial with witty puns, I'm fucking Kirsten Dunst\nSo hit the drums and I come swinging with that afro shit\nSuper-Color-Fragilistic-Expialidocious bitch\nSo ass get kicked, I'm on that Indiana lasso shit\nI'm so sick and serious Jones, Holmes I pass the gift\nCall me a pacifist, it's really quite inaccurate\nI smack a bitch talkin' shit about my cancer sticks\nI'm smo-smokin' on pink rose with pimp potion\nSo niggas broken I bust pain and he's brain blow then\nYou bad baby, you bap booms with bat, baby\nWe crack babies, so late mack I attack ladies\nNo yes, maybe like a said before - I'm serious\nThe Reaper get the job done make niggas look ridiculous\n\nJump head first down into the abyss, bitch\nFucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\nGo against the gods, go against the reaper\nI'm an all mighty creature, now y'all niggas is... Ridiculous\n\nRappers so glossy I see it on the lips\nWanna dance like the chicks in their clips\n(That shit is just ridiculous!)\nShit is going down and the rats abandoned ship\nBut that ain't no suprise\nYou and your clique is - ridiculous!\n\nYou wanna ridicule us? That's ridiculous\nI'm in the mix like a silver flash cause it's obscure'o\nAnd I got em curious about\n\"Who? what? why? when? where? and how?\"\nI do it so conspicuo-us, they never knew us then we blew up\nAgain tourin' for a few months, years now\nMany art is through us\nI turn Mc's into pickled pepper goulash\n(Where's your head at?!) It's in the cool box\nRappers lose us in the process, they're so bitter\nFollow me or swallow me, you can suck a dick or two\nYou better didgeridoo all that you done son\nBut you don't get what we do, when that ain't un-done\nDragon in the dungeon, spittin' fire vigorous\nFuckin' with the Vicious now you know that shit's ridiculous","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ridiculous, Pt. 2\n  artist: Dope D.O.D. feat. Redman\n  album: The Ugly\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\n  Fucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\n  Go against the gods, go against the flow\n  Now we all powerfull and look at you... Ridiculous\n\n  Uncle Fred said \"fuck em!\"\n  You're going from the top to the bottom (drop em)\n  You don't wanna mess with rotten (rotten)\n  More rock 'n roll than any hip hoppin'\n  Undead - graveyard's my garden\n  And few spots left for you in burial to stares in\n  No, you don't want it, you fuckin' with the martian\n  (Always finish what we started)\n  Sold yourself for a bargain price\n  Get what I want, never askin' nice\n  Do what I want never take advice\n  And now west coast better take a hike\n  People wants more and I take your life\n  I won't let it slide, this shit ain't swipe\n  And get worked up in a little bit high\n  Ridiculous facts - don't touch the mic\n\n  I look at niggas nowadays I can't believe you spittin' some\n  You rippin' em, with no work and no play like Nicholson\n  Trippin' pistol whippin' any whistle blowin' sissy cunt\n  I'm super serial with witty puns, I'm fucking Kirsten Dunst\n  So hit the drums and I come swinging with that afro shit\n  Super-Color-Fragilistic-Expialidocious bitch\n  So ass get kicked, I'm on that Indiana lasso shit\n  I'm so sick and serious Jones, Holmes I pass the gift\n  Call me a pacifist, it's really quite inaccurate\n  I smack a bitch talkin' shit about my cancer sticks\n  I'm smo-smokin' on pink rose with pimp potion\n  So niggas broken I bust pain and he's brain blow then\n  You bad baby, you bap booms with bat, baby\n  We crack babies, so late mack I attack ladies\n  No yes, maybe like a said before - I'm serious\n  The Reaper get the job done make niggas look ridiculous\n\n  Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch\n  Fucking with my clique, huh? That shit's ridiculous\n  Go against the gods, go against the reaper\n  I'm an all mighty creature, now y'all niggas is... Ridiculous\n\n  Rappers so glossy I see it on the lips\n  Wanna dance like the chicks in their clips\n  (That shit is just ridiculous!)\n  Shit is going down and the rats abandoned ship\n  But that ain't no suprise\n  You and your clique is - ridiculous!\n\n  You wanna ridicule us? That's ridiculous\n  I'm in the mix like a silver flash cause it's obscure'o\n  And I got em curious about\n  \"Who? what? why? when? where? and how?\"\n  I do it so conspicuo-us, they never knew us then we blew up\n  Again tourin' for a few months, years now\n  Many art is through us\n  I turn Mc's into pickled pepper goulash\n  (Where's your head at?!) It's in the cool box\n  Rappers lose us in the process, they're so bitter\n  Follow me or swallow me, you can suck a dick or two\n  You better didgeridoo all that you done son\n  But you don't get what we do, when that ain't un-done\n  Dragon in the dungeon, spittin' fire vigorous\n  Fuckin' with the Vicious now you know that shit's ridiculous\n"}]