[{"id":17602428,"name":"Eminem - Kyrie & Luka","trackName":"Eminem - Kyrie & Luka","artistName":"Eminem -","albumName":"Kyrie & Luka (Single)","duration":252.865306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A.T.L., what's up, shawty?\nN.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid\nD-Town, what up doe?\nToni!\n\nStandin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\nPowder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\nRemember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\nI done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\nBirthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\nAsked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\nI'm just tryna live, and they turned it to evil\nMy partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\n\nSchool of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\nLicense to kill, and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\nSpoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\nSpoke to Ghazi, and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\nBored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\nAnd you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\nI say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\nI say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n\nYou know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\nI lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\nI'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\nToni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\nNow watch me swag on this beat\nEnough to make Rakim proud of me\nYou got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\nYou coulda called me\n\nI'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\nI do what I wanna do like white men\nI hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\nI fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n\nYou ain't know that, did ya?\nReal recognize real and you don't look familiar\nI'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\nGot the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\nA trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\nA trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\nI ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\nAin't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n\nDamn, I think my whistle off (off)\nThey've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\nSoon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\nI got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\nGod took his time with me\nKingpins wanna sign with me\nGunshots is truly Atlanta\nWhile things are goin' left like Julius Randle\nI got this shit lit, no need for a candle\nJust like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\nJust like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n\nWalkin' around your party, like where the party at? (Yo, where the party at?)\nYeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\nBut I'm drunk, and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\nI'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\nHeadache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\nFor pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\nI keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\nAnd I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\n\nMan, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\nLet me put it more delicately (here)\nFuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\nProlly 'cause my cerebellum's a Parabellum, pussy\nEven if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\nAin't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\nYeah, warped mind, your rhymes\nAre so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (whoo)\n\nBut as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\nI'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\nMind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\nTo be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and\nThey're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\nFor little Joshua's giant arsenal\nLike I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked, and he brought his tool\nAnd decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n\nBut you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\nI'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\nOr anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\nMan, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\nWhen I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em\nThey call it Munchhausen (why?), 'cause she hands me some (here)\nThen says, \"C'mon, chow, son (chow, son), these are non drowsin' (uh)\n\nI mean non-drowsy (right), but they'll help you calm down some\nSo, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Ra' proud\nI'm hopin' this song riles him\nI pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (oh)\nHold up (one more thing)\n\nSpit syllables on the mic in the booth\nLike I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\nI'm in the news, even my interviews (yeah)\nGet like five million views, I get accused\nOf misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\nMixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\nHide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)\nI'm just playin' (fuckin' mumble rap)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.27] A.T.L., what's up, shawty?\n[00:07.45] N.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid\n[00:12.13] D-Town, what up doe?\n[00:17.34] Toni!\n[00:20.60] Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\n[00:23.38] Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\n[00:25.94] Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\n[00:28.69] I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\n[00:31.23] Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\n[00:33.78] Asked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\n[00:36.31] I'm just tryna live, and they turned it to evil\n[00:38.76] My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\n[00:41.55] School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\n[00:44.06] License to kill, and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\n[00:46.82] Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\n[00:49.15] Spoke to Ghazi, and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\n[00:51.93] Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\n[00:54.42] And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\n[00:56.94] I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n[00:59.40] I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n[01:02.50] You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\n[01:04.51] I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\n[01:07.12] I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\n[01:09.53] Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\n[01:13.00] Now watch me swag on this beat\n[01:15.28] Enough to make Rakim proud of me\n[01:17.97] You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\n[01:21.15] You coulda called me\n[01:23.20] I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\n[01:26.03] I do what I wanna do like white men\n[01:28.64] I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\n[01:31.16] I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n[01:34.49] You ain't know that, did ya?\n[01:35.88] Real recognize real and you don't look familiar\n[01:38.20] I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\n[01:41.09] Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\n[01:44.16] A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\n[01:46.64] A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\n[01:49.29] I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\n[01:51.59] Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n[01:55.13] Damn, I think my whistle off (off)\n[01:57.50] They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\n[02:00.06] Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\n[02:02.29] I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\n[02:05.67] God took his time with me\n[02:08.29] Kingpins wanna sign with me\n[02:10.74] Gunshots is truly Atlanta\n[02:12.80] While things are goin' left like Julius Randle\n[02:15.42] I got this shit lit, no need for a candle\n[02:18.20] Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\n[02:23.41] Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n[02:25.73] Walkin' around your party, like where the party at? (Yo, where the party at?)\n[02:28.10] Yeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\n[02:30.73] But I'm drunk, and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\n[02:33.45] I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\n[02:36.20] Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\n[02:38.52] For pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\n[02:40.82] I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\n[02:43.46] And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\n[02:46.42] Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\n[02:49.06] Let me put it more delicately (here)\n[02:50.70] Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\n[02:53.29] Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a Parabellum, pussy\n[02:55.95] Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\n[02:59.68] Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\n[03:02.49] Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes\n[03:04.35] Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (whoo)\n[03:07.44] But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\n[03:09.44] I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\n[03:11.94] Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\n[03:14.34] To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and\n[03:17.88] They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\n[03:19.84] For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n[03:21.61] Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked, and he brought his tool\n[03:24.27] And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n[03:28.82] But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n[03:31.62] I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n[03:35.24] Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\n[03:39.56] Man, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\n[03:41.17] When I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em\n[03:43.49] They call it Munchhausen (why?), 'cause she hands me some (here)\n[03:46.08] Then says, \"C'mon, chow, son (chow, son), these are non drowsin' (uh)\n[03:48.92] I mean non-drowsy (right), but they'll help you calm down some\n[03:51.72] So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Ra' proud\n[03:54.48] I'm hopin' this song riles him\n[03:55.88] I pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (oh)\n[03:59.10] Hold up (one more thing)\n[04:00.00] Spit syllables on the mic in the booth\n[04:01.26] Like I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\n[04:02.63] I'm in the news, even my interviews (yeah)\n[04:03.96] Get like five million views, I get accused\n[04:05.22] Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\n[04:07.85] Mixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\n[04:09.25] Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)\n[04:10.68] I'm just playin' (fuckin' mumble rap)\n[04:11.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Eminem - 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thing he eat is seafood\n\n  School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\n  License to kill, and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\n  Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\n  Spoke to Ghazi, and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\n  Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\n  And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\n  I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n  I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n\n  You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\n  I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\n  I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\n  Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\n  Now watch me swag on this beat\n  Enough to make Rakim proud of me\n  You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\n  You coulda called me\n\n  I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\n  I do what I wanna do like white men\n  I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\n  I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n\n  You ain't know that, did ya?\n  Real recognize real and you don't look familiar\n  I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\n  Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\n  A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\n  A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\n  I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\n  Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n\n  Damn, I think my whistle off (off)\n  They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\n  Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\n  I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\n  God took his time with me\n  Kingpins wanna sign with me\n  Gunshots is truly Atlanta\n  While things are goin' left like Julius Randle\n  I got this shit lit, no need for a candle\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n\n  Walkin' around your party, like where the party at? (Yo, where the party at?)\n  Yeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\n  But I'm drunk, and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\n  I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\n  Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\n  For pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\n  I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\n  And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\n\n  Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\n  Let me put it more delicately (here)\n  Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\n  Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a Parabellum, pussy\n  Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\n  Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\n  Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes\n  Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (whoo)\n\n  But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\n  I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\n  Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\n  To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and\n  They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\n  For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n  Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked, and he brought his tool\n  And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n\n  But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n  I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n  Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\n  Man, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\n  When I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em\n  They call it Munchhausen (why?), 'cause she hands me some (here)\n  Then says, \"C'mon, chow, son (chow, son), these are non drowsin' (uh)\n\n  I mean non-drowsy (right), but they'll help you calm down some\n  So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna 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believe ya\nI done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\nBirthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\nAsked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\nI'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil\nMy partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\nSchool of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\nLicense to kill and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\nSpoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\nSpoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\nBored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\nAnd you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\nI say scratch that, go on and bring it back like Preemo\nI say scratch that, go on and bring it back like Preemo\nYou know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\nI lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\nI'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\nToni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\nNow watch me swag on this beat\nEnough to make Rakim proud of me\nYou got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\nYou coulda called me\nI'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\nI do what I wanna do like white men\nI hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\nI fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\nYou ain't know that, did ya?\nReal recognize real and you don't look familiar\nI'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\nGot the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\nA trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\nA trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\nI ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\nAin't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\nDamn, I think my whistle off (off)\nThey've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\nSoon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\nI got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\nGod took his time with me\nKingpins wanna sign with me\nGunshots is truly Atlanta\nWhile things are goin' left like Julius Randle\nI got this shit lit, no need for a candle\nJust like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\nJust like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\nWalkin' around your party, like where the party at? (yo, where the party at?)\nYeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\nBut I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\nI'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\nHeadache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\nFor Pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\nI keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\nAnd I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\nMan, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\nLet me put it more delicately (here)\nFuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\nProlly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy\nEven if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\nAin't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\nYeah, warped mind, your rhymes\nAre so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (woo)\nBut as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\nI'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\nMind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\nTo be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and-\nThey're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\nFor little Joshua's giant arsenal\nLike I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked and he brought his tool\nAnd decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\nBut you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\nI'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\nOr anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\nMan, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\nWhen I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em\nThey call it Munchausen (why?)\n'Cause she hands me some (here)\nThen says, \"C'mon, chow, son (Chow, son)\nThese are non-drowsin' (uh?)\nI mean non-drowsy (Right), but they'll help you calm down some\"\nSo, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Rob proud\nI'm hopin' this song riles him\nI pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (oh)\nHold up (one more thing)\nSpit syllables on the mic in the booth\nLike I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\nI'm in the news, even my interviews (yeah)\nGet like five million views, I get accused\nOf misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\nMixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\nHide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)\nI'm just playin' (fuckin' mumble rap)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kyrie & Luka\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: The Death of Slim Shady (Coup de Grâce)∶ Expanded Mourner’s Edition\n  duration_ms: 252893\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A.T.L., what's up, shawty?\n  N.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid\n  D-Town, what up doe?\n  Toni\n  Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\n  Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\n  Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\n  I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\n  Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\n  Asked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\n  I'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil\n  My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\n  School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\n  License to kill and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\n  Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\n  Spoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\n  Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\n  And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\n  I say scratch that, go on and bring it back like Preemo\n  I say scratch that, go on and bring it back like Preemo\n  You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\n  I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\n  I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\n  Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\n  Now watch me swag on this beat\n  Enough to make Rakim proud of me\n  You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\n  You coulda called me\n  I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\n  I do what I wanna do like white men\n  I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\n  I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n  You ain't know that, did ya?\n  Real recognize real and you don't look familiar\n  I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\n  Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\n  A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\n  A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\n  I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\n  Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n  Damn, I think my whistle off (off)\n  They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\n  Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\n  I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\n  God took his time with me\n  Kingpins wanna sign with me\n  Gunshots is truly Atlanta\n  While things are goin' left like Julius Randle\n  I got this shit lit, no need for a candle\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n  Walkin' around your party, like where the party at? (yo, where the party at?)\n  Yeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\n  But I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\n  I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\n  Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\n  For Pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\n  I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\n  And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\n  Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\n  Let me put it more delicately (here)\n  Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\n  Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy\n  Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\n  Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\n  Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes\n  Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (woo)\n  But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\n  I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\n  Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\n  To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and-\n  They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\n  For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n  Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked and he brought his tool\n  And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n  But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n  I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n  Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\n  Man, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\n  When I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em\n  They call it Munchausen (why?)\n  'Cause she hands me some (here)\n  Then says, \"C'mon, chow, son (Chow, son)\n  These are non-drowsin' (uh?)\n  I mean non-drowsy (Right), but they'll help you calm down some\"\n  So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make 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hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\n  I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n\n  You ain't know that, did ya?\n  Real recognize real and you don't look familiar\n  I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\n  Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\n  A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\n  A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\n  I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\n  Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n\n  Damn, I think my whistle off (off)\n  They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\n  Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\n  I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\n  God took his time with me\n  Kingpins wanna sign with me\n  Gunshots is truly Atlanta\n  While things are goin' left like Julius Randle\n  I got this shit lit, no need for a candle\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n\n  Walkin' around your party, like where the 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(yo, where the party at?)\n  Yeah, Bacardí and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\n  But I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\n  I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\n  Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (woah)\n  For pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\n  I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\n  And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (woah)\n\n  Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\n  Let me put it more delicately (here)\n  Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\n  Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy\n  Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\n  Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\n  Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes\n  Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines(woo)\n\n  But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\n  I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\n  Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\n  To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and\n  They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible(for what?)\n  For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n  Like I'm also the reason his point nine is cocked and he brought his tool\n  And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n\n  But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n  I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n  Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya(yeah)\n  Man, I'm beyond childish(bitch)\n  When I'm on Valiums(yeah), just like mom downs 'em\n  They call it Munchausen(why?)\n  'Cause she hands me some(here)\n  Then says, C'mon, chow, son(chow son)\n  These are non drowsin'(uhh)\n  I mean non drowsy(right), but they'll help you calm down some\n  So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Rob proud\n  I'm hopin' this song riles him\n  I pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five thousand(oh)\n  Hold up(one more thing)\n\n  Spit syllables on the mic in the booth\n  Like I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\n  I'm in the news, even my interviews(yeah)\n  Get like five million views, I get accused\n  Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\n  Mixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\n  Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah(psych, what the fuck?)\n  I'm just playin'(fuckin' mumble rap)\n"},{"id":12208938,"name":"Kyrie & Luka","trackName":"Kyrie & Luka","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce): Expanded Mourner’s Edition","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A.T.L., what's up, shawty?\nN.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid\nD-Town, what up doe?\nToni\nStandin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\nPowder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\nRemember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\nI done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\nBirthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\nAsked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\nI'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil\nMy partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\nSchool of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\nLicense to kill and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\nSpoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\nSpoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\nBored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\nAnd you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\nI say scratch that, go on and bring it back like Preemo\nI say scratch that, go on and bring it back like Preemo\nYou know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\nI lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\nI'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\nToni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\nNow watch me swag on this beat\nEnough to make Rakim proud of me\nYou got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\nYou coulda called me\nI'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\nI do what I wanna do like white men\nI hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\nI fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\nYou ain't know that, did ya?\nReal recognize real and you don't look familiar\nI'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\nGot the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\nA trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\nA trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\nI ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\nAin't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\nDamn, I think my whistle off (off)\nThey've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\nSoon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\nI got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\nGod took his time with me\nKingpins wanna sign with me\nGunshots is truly Atlanta\nWhile things are goin' left like Julius Randle\nI got this shit lit, no need for a candle\nJust like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\nJust like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\nWalkin' around your party, like where the party at? (yo, where the party at?)\nYeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\nBut I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\nI'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\nHeadache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\nFor Pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\nI keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\nAnd I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\nMan, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\nLet me put it more delicately (here)\nFuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\nProlly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy\nEven if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\nAin't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\nYeah, warped mind, your rhymes\nAre so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (woo)\nBut as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\nI'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\nMind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\nTo be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and-\nThey're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\nFor little Joshua's giant arsenal\nLike I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked and he brought his tool\nAnd decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\nBut you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\nI'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\nOr anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\nMan, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\nWhen I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em\nThey call it Munchausen (why?)\n'Cause she hands me some (here)\nThen says, \"C'mon, chow, son (Chow, son)\nThese are non-drowsin' (uh?)\nI mean non-drowsy (Right), but they'll help you calm down some\"\nSo, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Rob proud\nI'm hopin' this song riles him\nI pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (oh)\nHold up (one more thing)\nSpit syllables on the mic in the booth\nLike I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\nI'm in the news, even my interviews (yeah)\nGet like five million views, I get accused\nOf misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\nMixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\nHide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)\nI'm just playin' (fuckin' mumble rap)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kyrie & Luka\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: 'The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce): Expanded Mourner’s Edition'\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A.T.L., what's up, shawty?\n  N.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid\n  D-Town, what up doe?\n  Toni\n  Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\n  Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\n  Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\n  I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\n  Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\n  Asked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\n  I'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil\n  My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\n  School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\n  License to kill and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\n  Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\n  Spoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\n  Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\n  And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\n  I say scratch that, go on and bring it back like Preemo\n  I say scratch that, go on and bring it back like Preemo\n  You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\n  I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\n  I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\n  Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\n  Now watch me swag on this beat\n  Enough to make Rakim proud of me\n  You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\n  You coulda called me\n  I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\n  I do what I wanna do like white men\n  I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\n  I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n  You ain't know that, did ya?\n  Real recognize real and you don't look familiar\n  I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\n  Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\n  A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\n  A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\n  I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\n  Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n  Damn, I think my whistle off (off)\n  They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\n  Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\n  I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\n  God took his time with me\n  Kingpins wanna sign with me\n  Gunshots is truly Atlanta\n  While things are goin' left like Julius Randle\n  I got this shit lit, no need for a candle\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n  Walkin' around your party, like where the party at? (yo, where the party at?)\n  Yeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\n  But I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\n  I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\n  Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\n  For Pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\n  I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\n  And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\n  Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\n  Let me put it more delicately (here)\n  Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\n  Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy\n  Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\n  Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\n  Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes\n  Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (woo)\n  But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\n  I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\n  Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\n  To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and-\n  They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\n  For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n  Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked and he brought his tool\n  And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n  But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n  I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n  Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\n  Man, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\n  When I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em\n  They call it Munchausen (why?)\n  'Cause she hands me some (here)\n  Then says, \"C'mon, chow, son (Chow, son)\n  These are non-drowsin' (uh?)\n  I mean non-drowsy (Right), but they'll help you calm down some\"\n  So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Rob proud\n  I'm hopin' this song riles him\n  I pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (oh)\n  Hold up (one more thing)\n  Spit syllables on the mic in the booth\n  Like I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\n  I'm in the news, even my interviews (yeah)\n  Get like five million views, I get accused\n  Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\n  Mixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\n  Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)\n  I'm just playin' (fuckin' mumble rap)\n"},{"id":12292215,"name":"Kyrie & Luka","trackName":"Kyrie & Luka","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"The Death of Slim Shady (Coup de Grâce)","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A.T.L., what's up, shawty?\nN.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid\nD-Town, what up doe?\nToni!\n\nStandin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\nPowder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\nRemember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\nI done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\nBirthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\nAsked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\nI'm just tryna live, and they turned it to evil\nMy partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\n\nSchool of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\nLicense to kill, and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\nSpoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\nSpoke to Ghazi, and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\nBored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\nAnd you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\nI say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\nI say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n\nYou know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\nI lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\nI'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\nToni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\nNow watch me swag on this beat\nEnough to make Rakim proud of me\nYou got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\nYou coulda called me\n\nI'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\nI do what I wanna do like white men\nI hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\nI fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n\nYou ain't know that, did ya?\nReal recognize real and you don't look familiar\nI'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\nGot the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\nA trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\nA trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\nI ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\nAin't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n\nDamn, I think my whistle off (off)\nThey've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\nSoon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\nI got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\nGod took his time with me\nKingpins wanna sign with me\nGunshots is truly Atlanta\nWhile things are goin' left like Julius Randle\nI got this shit lit, no need for a candle\nJust like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\nJust like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n\nWalkin' around your party, like where the party at? (Yo, where the party at?)\nYeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\nBut I'm drunk, and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\nI'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\nHeadache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\nFor pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\nI keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\nAnd I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\n\nMan, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\nLet me put it more delicately (here)\nFuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\nProlly 'cause my cerebellum's a Parabellum, pussy\nEven if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\nAin't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\nYeah, warped mind, your rhymes\nAre so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (whoo)\n\nBut as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\nI'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\nMind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\nTo be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and\nThey're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\nFor little Joshua's giant arsenal\nLike I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked, and he brought his tool\nAnd decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n\nBut you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\nI'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\nOr anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\nMan, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\nWhen I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 'em\nThey call it Munchhausen (why?), 'cause she hands me some (here)\nThen says, \"C'mon, chow, son (chow, son), these are non drowsin' (uh)\n\nI mean non-drowsy (right), but they'll help you calm down some\nSo, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Ra' proud\nI'm hopin' this song riles him\nI pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five-thousand (oh)\nHold up (one more thing)\n\nSpit syllables on the mic in the booth\nLike I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\nI'm in the news, even my interviews (yeah)\nGet like five million views, I get accused\nOf misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\nMixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\nHide 'em inside of my shoes, ah (Psych, what the fuck?)\nI'm just playin' (fuckin' mumble rap)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.24] A.T.L., what's up, shawty?\n[00:07.48] N.Y.C., yo-yo-yo, kid\n[00:12.11] D-Town, what up doe?\n[00:17.34] Toni!\n[00:20.62] Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\n[00:23.31] Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\n[00:25.96] Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\n[00:28.66] I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\n[00:31.25] Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\n[00:33.71] Asked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\n[00:36.37] I'm just tryna live, and they turned it to evil\n[00:38.72] My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\n[00:41.59] School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\n[00:44.03] License to kill, and I just got 'em renewed (uh)\n[00:46.82] Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\n[00:49.17] Spoke to Ghazi, and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\n[00:51.99] Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\n[00:54.40] And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\n[00:56.91] I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n[00:59.42] I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n[01:02.52] You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\n[01:04.50] I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\n[01:07.19] I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\n[01:09.56] Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\n[01:12.97] Now watch me swag on this beat\n[01:15.24] Enough to make Rakim proud of me\n[01:17.91] You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\n[01:21.17] You coulda called me\n[01:23.21] I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\n[01:26.02] I do what I wanna do like white men\n[01:28.64] I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\n[01:31.14] I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n[01:34.41] You ain't know that, did ya?\n[01:35.85] Real recognize real and you don't look familiar\n[01:38.28] I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\n[01:41.03] Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\n[01:44.16] A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\n[01:46.65] A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\n[01:49.29] I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\n[01:51.52] Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n[01:55.16] Damn, I think my whistle off (off)\n[01:57.57] They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\n[02:00.05] Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\n[02:02.26] I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\n[02:05.60] God took his time with me\n[02:08.27] Kingpins wanna sign with me\n[02:10.73] Gunshots is truly Atlanta\n[02:12.80] While things are goin' left like Julius Randle\n[02:15.48] I got this shit lit, no need for a candle\n[02:18.16] Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\n[02:23.42] Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n[02:25.71] Walkin' around your party, like where the party at? (Yo, where the party at?)\n[02:28.15] Yeah, Bacardi and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\n[02:30.71] But I'm drunk, and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\n[02:33.47] I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\n[02:36.21] Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (whoa)\n[02:38.56] For pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\n[02:40.88] I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\n[02:43.50] And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (whoa)\n[02:46.47] Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\n[02:49.00] Let me put it more delicately (here)\n[02:50.73] Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\n[02:53.21] Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a Parabellum, pussy\n[02:55.91] Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\n[02:59.68] Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\n[03:02.40] Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes\n[03:04.35] Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines (whoo)\n[03:07.45] But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\n[03:09.45] I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\n[03:11.95] Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\n[03:14.38] To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and\n[03:17.82] They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible (for what?)\n[03:19.82] For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n[03:21.63] Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked, and he brought his tool\n[03:24.28] And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n[03:28.83] But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n[03:31.60] I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n[03:35.22] Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya (yeah)\n[03:39.53] Man, I'm beyond childish (bitch)\n[03:41.18] When I'm on Valiums (yeah), just like mom downs 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(yo, where the party at?)\nYeah, Bacardí and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\nBut I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\nI'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\nHeadache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (woah)\nFor pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\nI keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\nAnd I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (woah)\n\nMan, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\nLet me put it more delicately (here)\nFuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\nProlly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy\nEven if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\nAin't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\nYeah, warped mind, your rhymes\nAre so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines(woo)\n\nBut as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\nI'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible 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most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\n  Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\n  To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and\n  They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible(for what?)\n  For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n  Like I'm also the reason his point nine is cocked and he brought his tool\n  And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n\n  But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n  I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n  Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya(yeah)\n  Man, I'm beyond childish(bitch)\n  When I'm on Valiums(yeah), just like mom downs 'em\n  They call it Munchausen(why?)\n  'Cause she hands me some(here)\n  Then says, C'mon, chow, son(chow son)\n  These are non drowsin'(uhh)\n  I mean non drowsy(right), but they'll help you calm down some\n  So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Rob proud\n  I'm hopin' this song riles him\n  I pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five thousand(oh)\n  Hold up(one more thing)\n\n  Spit syllables on the mic in the booth\n  Like I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\n  I'm in the news, even my interviews(yeah)\n  Get like five million views, I get accused\n  Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\n  Mixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\n  Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah(psych, what the fuck?)\n  I'm just playin'(fuckin' mumble rap)\n"},{"id":38818139,"name":"Kyrie & Luka","trackName":"Kyrie & Luka","artistName":"Eminem & 2 Chainz","albumName":"The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce): Expanded Mourner’s Edition","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"ATL, what's up, shawty?\nNYC, yo yo yo, kid\nD Town, what up doe?\nToni!\n\nStandin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\nPowder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\nRemember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\nI done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\nBirthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\nAsked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\nI'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil\nMy partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\n\nSchool of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\nLicense to kill and I just got 'еm renewed (uh)\nSpokе to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\nSpoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\nBored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\nAnd you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\nI say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\nI say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n\nYou know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\nI lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\nI'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\nToni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\nNow watch me swag on this beat\nEnough to make Rakim proud of me\nYou got my math and your bitch ass post 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(yo, where the party at?)\nYeah, Bacardí and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\nBut I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\nI'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\nHeadache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (woah)\nFor pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\nI keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\nAnd I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (woah)\n\nMan, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\nLet me put it more delicately (here)\nFuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\nProlly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy\nEven if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\nAin't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\nYeah, warped mind, your rhymes\nAre so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines(woo)\n\nBut as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\nI'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible 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and\n  start_ms: 194480\n  end_ms: 197870\n- text: They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible(for what?)\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 199840\n- text: For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n  start_ms: 199840\n  end_ms: 201630\n- text: Like I'm also the reason his point nine is cocked and he brought his tool\n  start_ms: 201630\n  end_ms: 204240\n- text: And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n  start_ms: 204240\n  end_ms: 208870\n- text: But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n  start_ms: 208870\n  end_ms: 211660\n- text: I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n  start_ms: 211660\n  end_ms: 215200\n- text: Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya(yeah)\n  start_ms: 215200\n  end_ms: 219790\n- text: Man, I'm beyond childish(bitch)\n  start_ms: 219790\n  end_ms: 221140\n- text: When I'm on Valiums(yeah), just like mom downs 'em\n  start_ms: 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even my interviews(yeah)\n  start_ms: 242780\n  end_ms: 244050\n- text: Get like five million views, I get accused\n  start_ms: 244050\n  end_ms: 245270\n- text: Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\n  start_ms: 245270\n  end_ms: 247880\n- text: Mixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\n  start_ms: 247880\n  end_ms: 249280\n- text: Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah(psych, what the fuck?)\n  start_ms: 249280\n  end_ms: 250630\n- text: I'm just playin'(fuckin' mumble rap)\n  start_ms: 250630\n  end_ms: 252040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 252040\nplain: |-\n  ATL, what's up, shawty?\n  NYC, yo yo yo, kid\n  D Town, what up doe?\n  Toni!\n\n  Standin' on the speaker, tall as Burj Khalifa\n  Powder on the plate'll turn your girl into Eureka\n  Remember, if I don't see it, then I don't believe ya\n  I done done some pretty dumb things on the tequila\n  Birthday in Vegas, layin' with my weezy\n  Asked about her friends, she like, \"Boy, I don't believe ya\"\n  I'm just tryna live and they turned it to evil\n  My partner is a Crip, the only thing he eat is seafood\n\n  School of hard knocks, I can fuck around and teach you (uh)\n  License to kill and I just got 'еm renewed (uh)\n  Spokе to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote\n  Spoke to Ghazi and he can pay me in crypto (yeah)\n  Bored Ape Yacht Club, yeah, I'm Ricky Steamboat\n  And you know my vibe, I'm mixin' mine with the pinot\n  I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n  I say scratch that, gone and bring it back like Preemo\n\n  You know my set, I'm throwin' dollar signs\n  I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide\n  I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries\n  Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, Toni, that my top five, shit\n  Now watch me swag on this beat\n  Enough to make Rakim proud of me\n  You got my math and your bitch ass post somethin' negative\n  You coulda called me\n  I'm from the dark side, but the whip lightskin\n  I do what I wanna do like white men\n  I hit you in the fuckin' head with the mic stand\n  I fuck my girl in the daytime on a nightstand\n\n  You ain't know that, did ya?\n  Real recognize real and you don't look familiar\n  I'm from Riverdale Road, we ain't got no river\n  Got the pole concealed behind the partition, listen\n  A trap nigga, I perform at bar mitzvah\n  A trap nigga, I perform at the Crystals\n  I ain't gon' fight, but I still tote pistols\n  Ain't gon' kill ya, all I got to do is whistle\n\n  Damn, I think my whistle off (off)\n  They've been plagiarisin', they've been stealin' sauce (sauce)\n  Soon as I see 'em, I'ma pick 'em off\n  I got a beard, but I must ask Ricky Ross (huh?)\n  God took his time with me\n  Kingpins wanna sign with me\n  Gunshots is truly Atlanta\n  While things are goin' left like Julius Randle\n  I got this shit lit, no need for a candle\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (yeah)\n  Just like Kyrie, I got this shit handled (ayo)\n\n  Walkin' around your party, like where the 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(yo, where the party at?)\n  Yeah, Bacardí and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac\n  But I'm drunk and I give a fuck, like how Cardi act (Cardi)\n  I'm already back, I just had to run to my car to yack\n  Headache, an Aleve, I'ma need eight of 'em (woah)\n  For pete's sake, I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again (ow)\n  I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers (the fuck are you?)\n  And I eat prazosin, get more chicks than Pete Davidson (woah)\n\n  Man, I can't help it, I'm me (no), I got the devil in me (yup)\n  Let me put it more delicately (here)\n  Fuck your feelings, I'm a felon, pussy, you're jealous of me\n  Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum, pussy\n  Even if I swear to celibacy, I'd still be like a female that's hooking (why?)\n  Ain't shit you can do to stop me from sellin', pussy (oh)\n  Yeah, warped mind, your rhymes\n  Are so fuckin' washed up, I call 'em shorelines(woo)\n\n  But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable\n  I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible (yeah)\n  Mind is off, all I need is a small little pint of vodka\n  To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and\n  They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible(for what?)\n  For little Joshua's giant arsenal\n  Like I'm also the reason his point nine is cocked and he brought his tool\n  And decides to hide it inside of his locker 'til the next time he's picked on at school\n\n  But you're out of your gourd if you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat\n  I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit, but if I had a fuckin' eating disorder\n  Or anorexia, believe me, I couldn't body this more for ya(yeah)\n  Man, I'm beyond childish(bitch)\n  When I'm on Valiums(yeah), just like mom downs 'em\n  They call it Munchausen(why?)\n  'Cause she hands me some(here)\n  Then says, C'mon, chow, son(chow son)\n  These are non drowsin'(uhh)\n  I mean non drowsy(right), but they'll help you calm down some\n  So, before I zonk out, I'm tryna make Rob proud\n  I'm hopin' this song riles him\n  I pop like nine thousand, I'm outtie, five thousand(oh)\n  Hold up(one more thing)\n\n  Spit syllables on the mic in the booth\n  Like I'm at Drew's, even if I win or lose\n  I'm in the news, even my interviews(yeah)\n  Get like five million views, I get accused\n  Of misogyny because I will massage any bitch just like a masseuse\n  Mixin' NyQuil and booze, Heineken brews\n  Hide 'em inside of my shoes, ah(psych, what the fuck?)\n  I'm just playin'(fuckin' mumble rap)\n"}]