[{"id":15106646,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Geto Boys Greatest Hits","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nand I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Geto Boys Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\n  I told you size wasn't shit\n  That's why I murdered your neices\n  Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  Don't let 'em run\n  Hurry up and catch 'em\n  You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  Play pussy, get fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":5417316,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Uncut Dope: Geto Boys' Best","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: 'Uncut Dope: Geto Boys'' Best'\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? Walkin'' ''round givin niggas head'\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 44030\n- text: If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  start_ms: 44030\n  end_ms: 46800\n- text: All bodies found dead\n  start_ms: 46800\n  end_ms: 48770\n- text: Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  start_ms: 48770\n  end_ms: 49650\n- text: But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n  start_ms: 49650\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: 'Verse 2:'\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 69850\n- text: Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  start_ms: 69850\n  end_ms: 72520\n- text: When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  start_ms: 72520\n  end_ms: 75380\n- text: Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  start_ms: 75380\n  end_ms: 78110\n- text: My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  start_ms: 78110\n  end_ms: 80960\n- text: You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  start_ms: 80960\n  end_ms: 83780\n- text: Give me a motherfuckin 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end_ms: 133180\n- text: But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n  start_ms: 133180\n  end_ms: 143360\n- text: 'Verse 3:'\n  start_ms: 143360\n  end_ms: 145250\n- text: You'd better murder me\n  start_ms: 145250\n  end_ms: 147140\n- text: Put me to rest\n  start_ms: 147140\n  end_ms: 148050\n- text: Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  start_ms: 148050\n  end_ms: 150940\n- text: With my head in a bird's chest\n  start_ms: 150940\n  end_ms: 151800\n- text: Pissed off,\n  start_ms: 151800\n  end_ms: 152760\n- text: The way I'm always soundin'\n  start_ms: 152760\n  end_ms: 153770\n- text: Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  start_ms: 153770\n  end_ms: 156410\n- text: Some say I'm crazy\n  start_ms: 156410\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Some say I'm on crack\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159550\n- text: Before I die\n  start_ms: 159550\n  end_ms: 160410\n- text: Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  start_ms: 160410\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: A born loooser\n  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end_ms: 186680\n- text: But my nuts are big\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 187550\n- text: The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  start_ms: 187550\n  end_ms: 190520\n- text: Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  start_ms: 190520\n  end_ms: 193310\n- text: And if they ain't actin' right\n  start_ms: 193310\n  end_ms: 195220\n- text: They dyin' tonight!\n  start_ms: 195220\n  end_ms: 196190\n- text: So, uh\n  start_ms: 196190\n  end_ms: 197170\n- text: Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  start_ms: 197170\n  end_ms: 198950\n- text: I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n  start_ms: 198950\n  end_ms: 205440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 205440\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\n  I told you size wasn't shit\n  That's why I murdered your neices\n  Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  Don't let 'em run\n  Hurry up and catch 'em\n  You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  Play pussy, get fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":19098126,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Best Of The Geto Boys","duration":146.520816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? 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fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":20023866,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Best of the Geto Boys","duration":146.48,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Best of the Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 146480\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? 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fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":25033994,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"The Geto Boys","albumName":"Best Of The Geto Boys","duration":146.520816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nand I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: The Geto Boys\n  album: Best Of The Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 146521\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play 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motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are 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givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nand I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 11 - Geto Boys - Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\n  I told you size wasn't shit\n  That's why I murdered your neices\n  Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  Don't let 'em run\n  Hurry up and catch 'em\n  You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  Play pussy, get fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":12621197,"name":"11 - Geto Boys - Chuckie","trackName":"11 - Geto Boys - Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Uncut Dope","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nand I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 11 - Geto Boys - Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Uncut Dope\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 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But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 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be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":30700980,"name":"Chuckie (Mixtape Version)","trackName":"Chuckie (Mixtape Version)","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Best of the Geto Boys","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?\"\n\"You hear that? You son of a bitch!\"\n\nI told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces\nWasn't my fault they found their heads cut in 88 pieces\n\nDon't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm, I grab an arm, let's pull 'til we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy get fucked, means you're better off dead\n\nI wanted seafood, so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers beware 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs, mmm cake mix\nFriday the 13th, the night of the living dead\nVampire arms walkin' 'round givin' niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I would say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chucky\n'Cause this is child's play, motherfucker!\n\n\"You fuck with me, I'm gonna get you, no matter what!\"\n\nAw fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree\nGive me some barb and I'll start by killin' me\n\nWhen I murder, I try not to slack off\n900 Missiles blow a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chucky, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain\nGive me a motherfuckin' 15 pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back\nA murder contest, you know I'll win it\n'Cause in every mailbox, there'll be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin' hungry, I need to be fed\n\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbecued broke legs\nBustin' licks with a motherfuckin' brick\nHalf my body is Chucky, the other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga always pumpin' some lead\nI haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up, get up, sit up, you get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9 or Uzi is my only utensils\n\nInside his chest they found 10,000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck\nWith 50 guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gon' duck?\nYo, when I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed, but it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n\"You have a date with death\"\n\"You better murder me\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.24] \"Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?\"\n[00:06.32] \"You hear that? You son of a bitch!\"\n[00:15.51] I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces\n[00:18.46] Wasn't my fault they found their heads cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.76] Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.95] You grab an arm, I grab an arm, let's pull 'til we stretch 'em\n[00:26.91] Play pussy get fucked, means you're better off dead\n[00:29.97] I wanted seafood, so I fished in a child's head\n[00:33.12] Motherfuckers beware 'cause I'm sick\n[00:35.39] Dead heads and frog legs, mmm cake mix\n[00:38.44] Friday the 13th, the night of the living dead\n[00:41.22] Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin' niggas head\n[00:44.27] If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky\n[00:46.69] All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chucky\n[00:49.20] 'Cause this is child's play, motherfucker!\n[00:55.51] \"You fuck with me, I'm gonna get you, no matter what!\"\n[01:06.73] Aw fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree\n[01:09.52] Give me some barb and I'll start by killin' me\n[01:12.40] When I murder, I try not to slack off\n[01:15.19] 900 Missiles blow a little girl's back off\n[01:17.96] My name is Chucky, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.46] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain\n[01:23.64] Give me a motherfuckin' 15 pack\n[01:25.71] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back\n[01:29.17] A murder contest, you know I'll win it\n[01:31.31] 'Cause in every mailbox, there'll be a head with a knife in it\n[01:34.82] I'm gettin' hungry, I need to be fed\n[01:37.64] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbecued broke legs\n[01:40.44] Bustin' licks with a motherfuckin' brick\n[01:42.61] Half my body is Chucky, the other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.05] A short nigga always pumpin' some lead\n[01:48.18] I haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.63] What up, get up, sit up, you get lit up\n[01:54.16] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.85] A 9 or Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.09] Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils\n[02:02.92] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck\n[02:04.96] With 50 guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gon' duck?\n[02:07.97] Yo, when I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:10.65] The graveyards are packed, but it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:14.86] \"You have a date with death\"\n[02:20.20] \"You better murder me\"\n[02:26.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie (Mixtape Version)\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Best of the Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 147000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Hi, I''m Chucky, wanna play?\"'\n  start_ms: 240\n  end_ms: 6320\n- text: '\"You hear that? You son of a bitch!\"'\n  start_ms: 6320\n  end_ms: 15510\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces\n  start_ms: 15510\n  end_ms: 18460\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found their heads cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18460\n  end_ms: 21760\n- text: Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 21760\n  end_ms: 23950\n- text: You grab an arm, I grab an arm, let's pull 'til we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23950\n  end_ms: 26910\n- text: Play pussy get fucked, means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 26910\n  end_ms: 29970\n- text: I wanted seafood, so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29970\n  end_ms: 33120\n- text: Motherfuckers beware 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 33120\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs, mmm cake mix\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 38440\n- text: Friday the 13th, the night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 38440\n  end_ms: 41220\n- text: Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin' niggas head\n  start_ms: 41220\n  end_ms: 44270\n- text: If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky\n  start_ms: 44270\n  end_ms: 46690\n- text: All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chucky\n  start_ms: 46690\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: '''Cause this is child''s play, motherfucker!'\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 55510\n- text: '\"You fuck with me, I''m gonna get you, no matter what!\"'\n  start_ms: 55510\n  end_ms: 66730\n- text: Aw fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree\n  start_ms: 66730\n  end_ms: 69520\n- text: Give me some barb and I'll start by killin' me\n  start_ms: 69520\n  end_ms: 72400\n- text: When I murder, I try not to slack off\n  start_ms: 72400\n  end_ms: 75190\n- text: 900 Missiles blow a little girl's back off\n  start_ms: 75190\n  end_ms: 77960\n- text: My name is Chucky, some say I'm insane\n  start_ms: 77960\n  end_ms: 80460\n- text: You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain\n  start_ms: 80460\n  end_ms: 83640\n- text: Give me a motherfuckin' 15 pack\n  start_ms: 83640\n  end_ms: 85710\n- text: And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back\n  start_ms: 85710\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: A murder contest, you know I'll win it\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 91310\n- text: '''Cause in every mailbox, there''ll be a head with a knife in it'\n  start_ms: 91310\n  end_ms: 94820\n- text: I'm gettin' hungry, I need to be fed\n  start_ms: 94820\n  end_ms: 97640\n- text: I feel like eatin' a bag of barbecued broke legs\n  start_ms: 97640\n  end_ms: 100440\n- text: Bustin' licks with a motherfuckin' brick\n  start_ms: 100440\n  end_ms: 102610\n- text: Half my body is Chucky, the other half is Bushwick\n  start_ms: 102610\n  end_ms: 106050\n- text: A short nigga always pumpin' some lead\n  start_ms: 106050\n  end_ms: 108180\n- text: I haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  start_ms: 108180\n  end_ms: 111630\n- text: What up, get up, sit up, you get lit up\n  start_ms: 111630\n  end_ms: 114160\n- text: A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  start_ms: 114160\n  end_ms: 116850\n- text: A 9 or Uzi is my only utensils\n  start_ms: 116850\n  end_ms: 120090\n- text: Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils\n  start_ms: 120090\n  end_ms: 122920\n- text: You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck\n  start_ms: 122920\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: With 50 guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gon' duck?\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 127970\n- text: Yo, when I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  start_ms: 127970\n  end_ms: 130650\n- text: The graveyards are packed, but it ain't nothin' but child's play\n  start_ms: 130650\n  end_ms: 134860\n- text: '\"You have a date with death\"'\n  start_ms: 134860\n  end_ms: 140200\n- text: '\"You better murder me\"'\n  start_ms: 140200\n  end_ms: 146460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 146460\nplain: |-\n  \"Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?\"\n  \"You hear that? You son of a bitch!\"\n\n  I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces\n  Wasn't my fault they found their heads cut in 88 pieces\n\n  Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em\n  You grab an arm, I grab an arm, let's pull 'til we stretch 'em\n  Play pussy get fucked, means you're better off dead\n\n  I wanted seafood, so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers beware 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs, mmm cake mix\n  Friday the 13th, the night of the living dead\n  Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin' niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chucky\n  'Cause this is child's play, motherfucker!\n\n  \"You fuck with me, I'm gonna get you, no matter what!\"\n\n  Aw fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree\n  Give me some barb and I'll start by killin' me\n\n  When I murder, I try not to slack off\n  900 Missiles blow a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chucky, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain\n  Give me a motherfuckin' 15 pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back\n  A murder contest, you know I'll win it\n  'Cause in every mailbox, there'll be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin' hungry, I need to be fed\n\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbecued broke legs\n  Bustin' licks with a motherfuckin' brick\n  Half my body is Chucky, the other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga always pumpin' some lead\n  I haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up, get up, sit up, you get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9 or Uzi is my only utensils\n\n  Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck\n  With 50 guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gon' duck?\n  Yo, when I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed, but it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  \"You have a date with death\"\n  \"You better murder me\"\n"},{"id":31075260,"name":"Chuckie (Mixtape Version)","trackName":"Chuckie (Mixtape Version)","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Best of the Geto Boys (Mixtape Version)","duration":147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?\"\n\"You hear that? 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You son of a bitch!\"\n[00:15.51] I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces\n[00:18.46] Wasn't my fault they found their heads cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.76] Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.95] You grab an arm, I grab an arm, let's pull 'til we stretch 'em\n[00:26.91] Play pussy get fucked, means you're better off dead\n[00:29.97] I wanted seafood, so I fished in a child's head\n[00:33.12] Motherfuckers beware 'cause I'm sick\n[00:35.39] Dead heads and frog legs, mmm cake mix\n[00:38.44] Friday the 13th, the night of the living dead\n[00:41.22] Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin' niggas head\n[00:44.27] If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky\n[00:46.69] All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chucky\n[00:49.20] 'Cause this is child's play, motherfucker!\n[00:55.51] \"You fuck with me, I'm gonna get you, no matter what!\"\n[01:06.73] Aw fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree\n[01:09.52] Give me some barb and I'll start by killin' me\n[01:12.40] When I murder, I try not to slack off\n[01:15.19] 900 Missiles blow a little girl's back off\n[01:17.96] My name is Chucky, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.46] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain\n[01:23.64] Give me a motherfuckin' 15 pack\n[01:25.71] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back\n[01:29.17] A murder contest, you know I'll win it\n[01:31.31] 'Cause in every mailbox, there'll be a head with a knife in it\n[01:34.82] I'm gettin' hungry, I need to be fed\n[01:37.64] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbecued broke legs\n[01:40.44] Bustin' licks with a motherfuckin' brick\n[01:42.61] Half my body is Chucky, the other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.05] A short nigga always pumpin' some lead\n[01:48.18] I haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.63] What up, get up, sit up, you get lit up\n[01:54.16] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.85] A 9 or Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.09] Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils\n[02:02.92] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck\n[02:04.96] With 50 guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gon' duck?\n[02:07.97] Yo, when I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:10.65] The graveyards are packed, but it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:14.86] \"You have a date with death\"\n[02:20.20] \"You better murder me\"\n[02:26.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie (Mixtape Version)\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Best of the Geto Boys (Mixtape Version)\n  duration_ms: 147000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '\"Hi, I''m Chucky, wanna play?\"'\n  start_ms: 240\n  end_ms: 6320\n- text: '\"You hear that? You son of a bitch!\"'\n  start_ms: 6320\n  end_ms: 15510\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces\n  start_ms: 15510\n  end_ms: 18460\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found their heads cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18460\n  end_ms: 21760\n- text: Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 21760\n  end_ms: 23950\n- text: You grab an arm, I grab an arm, let's pull 'til we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23950\n  end_ms: 26910\n- text: Play pussy get fucked, means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 26910\n  end_ms: 29970\n- text: I wanted seafood, so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29970\n  end_ms: 33120\n- text: Motherfuckers beware 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 33120\n  end_ms: 35390\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs, mmm cake mix\n  start_ms: 35390\n  end_ms: 38440\n- text: Friday the 13th, the night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 38440\n  end_ms: 41220\n- text: Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin' niggas head\n  start_ms: 41220\n  end_ms: 44270\n- text: If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky\n  start_ms: 44270\n  end_ms: 46690\n- text: All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chucky\n  start_ms: 46690\n  end_ms: 49200\n- text: '''Cause this is child''s play, motherfucker!'\n  start_ms: 49200\n  end_ms: 55510\n- text: '\"You fuck with me, I''m gonna get you, no matter what!\"'\n  start_ms: 55510\n  end_ms: 66730\n- text: Aw fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree\n  start_ms: 66730\n  end_ms: 69520\n- text: Give me some barb and I'll start by killin' me\n  start_ms: 69520\n  end_ms: 72400\n- text: When I murder, I try not to slack off\n  start_ms: 72400\n  end_ms: 75190\n- text: 900 Missiles blow a little girl's back off\n  start_ms: 75190\n  end_ms: 77960\n- text: My name is Chucky, some say I'm insane\n  start_ms: 77960\n  end_ms: 80460\n- text: You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain\n  start_ms: 80460\n  end_ms: 83640\n- text: Give me a motherfuckin' 15 pack\n  start_ms: 83640\n  end_ms: 85710\n- text: And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back\n  start_ms: 85710\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: A murder contest, you know I'll win it\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 91310\n- text: '''Cause in every mailbox, there''ll be a head with a knife in it'\n  start_ms: 91310\n  end_ms: 94820\n- text: I'm gettin' hungry, I need to be fed\n  start_ms: 94820\n  end_ms: 97640\n- text: I feel like eatin' a bag of barbecued broke legs\n  start_ms: 97640\n  end_ms: 100440\n- text: Bustin' licks with a motherfuckin' brick\n  start_ms: 100440\n  end_ms: 102610\n- text: Half my body is Chucky, the other half is Bushwick\n  start_ms: 102610\n  end_ms: 106050\n- text: A short nigga always pumpin' some lead\n  start_ms: 106050\n  end_ms: 108180\n- text: I haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  start_ms: 108180\n  end_ms: 111630\n- text: What up, get up, sit up, you get lit up\n  start_ms: 111630\n  end_ms: 114160\n- text: A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  start_ms: 114160\n  end_ms: 116850\n- text: A 9 or Uzi is my only utensils\n  start_ms: 116850\n  end_ms: 120090\n- text: Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils\n  start_ms: 120090\n  end_ms: 122920\n- text: You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck\n  start_ms: 122920\n  end_ms: 124960\n- text: With 50 guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gon' duck?\n  start_ms: 124960\n  end_ms: 127970\n- text: Yo, when I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  start_ms: 127970\n  end_ms: 130650\n- text: The graveyards are packed, but it ain't nothin' but child's play\n  start_ms: 130650\n  end_ms: 134860\n- text: '\"You have a date with death\"'\n  start_ms: 134860\n  end_ms: 140200\n- text: '\"You better murder me\"'\n  start_ms: 140200\n  end_ms: 146460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 146460\nplain: |-\n  \"Hi, I'm Chucky, wanna play?\"\n  \"You hear that? You son of a bitch!\"\n\n  I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces\n  Wasn't my fault they found their heads cut in 88 pieces\n\n  Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em\n  You grab an arm, I grab an arm, let's pull 'til we stretch 'em\n  Play pussy get fucked, means you're better off dead\n\n  I wanted seafood, so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers beware 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs, mmm cake mix\n  Friday the 13th, the night of the living dead\n  Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin' niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chucky\n  'Cause this is child's play, motherfucker!\n\n  \"You fuck with me, I'm gonna get you, no matter what!\"\n\n  Aw fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree\n  Give me some barb and I'll start by killin' me\n\n  When I murder, I try not to slack off\n  900 Missiles blow a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chucky, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain\n  Give me a motherfuckin' 15 pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back\n  A murder contest, you know I'll win it\n  'Cause in every mailbox, there'll be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin' hungry, I need to be fed\n\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbecued broke legs\n  Bustin' licks with a motherfuckin' brick\n  Half my body is Chucky, the other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga always pumpin' some lead\n  I haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up, get up, sit up, you get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9 or Uzi is my only utensils\n\n  Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck\n  With 50 guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gon' duck?\n  Yo, when I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed, but it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  \"You have a date with death\"\n  \"You better murder me\"\n"},{"id":5118983,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Uncut Dope","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Uncut Dope\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? 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fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":2184782,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? 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fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":9188077,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? 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walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":30774833,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can’t Be Stopped","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can’t Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 207000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? 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end_ms: 186680\n- text: But my nuts are big\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 187550\n- text: The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  start_ms: 187550\n  end_ms: 190520\n- text: Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  start_ms: 190520\n  end_ms: 193310\n- text: And if they ain't actin' right\n  start_ms: 193310\n  end_ms: 195220\n- text: They dyin' tonight!\n  start_ms: 195220\n  end_ms: 196190\n- text: So, uh\n  start_ms: 196190\n  end_ms: 197170\n- text: Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  start_ms: 197170\n  end_ms: 198950\n- text: I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n  start_ms: 198950\n  end_ms: 205440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 205440\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\n  I told you size wasn't shit\n  That's why I murdered your neices\n  Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  Don't let 'em run\n  Hurry up and catch 'em\n  You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  Play pussy, get 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Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":19145317,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped","duration":230.1025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 230103\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? 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Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":20581543,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped (Screwed)","duration":249.051429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped (Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 249051\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? 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fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":24746204,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Best Uncut Dope","duration":228.187562,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nAnd I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Best Uncut Dope\n  duration_ms: 228188\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? 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Walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me 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head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nand I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: chuckie-old\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Uncut Dope\n  duration_ms: 228161\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get 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Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against 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could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":12618569,"name":"05 - Chuckie","trackName":"05 - Chuckie","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"We Can't Be Stopped","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nand I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 05 - Chuckie\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: We Can't Be Stopped\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse one: Bushwick Bill'\n  start_ms: 5140\n  end_ms: 16240\n- text: I told you size wasn't shit\n  start_ms: 16240\n  end_ms: 17110\n- text: That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? walkin'' ''round givin niggas head'\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 44030\n- text: If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  start_ms: 44030\n  end_ms: 46800\n- text: All bodies found dead\n  start_ms: 46800\n  end_ms: 48770\n- text: Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  start_ms: 48770\n  end_ms: 49650\n- text: But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n  start_ms: 49650\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: 'Verse 2:'\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 69850\n- text: Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  start_ms: 69850\n  end_ms: 72520\n- text: When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  start_ms: 72520\n  end_ms: 75380\n- text: Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  start_ms: 75380\n  end_ms: 78110\n- text: My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  start_ms: 78110\n  end_ms: 80960\n- text: You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  start_ms: 80960\n  end_ms: 83780\n- text: Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  start_ms: 83780\n  end_ms: 85690\n- text: and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  start_ms: 85690\n  end_ms: 89470\n- text: A murder contest,\n  start_ms: 89470\n  end_ms: 90400\n- text: You know I'll win it\n  start_ms: 90400\n  end_ms: 91530\n- text: Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  start_ms: 91530\n  end_ms: 95310\n- text: I'm gettin hungry\n  start_ms: 95310\n  end_ms: 96210\n- text: I need to be fed\n  start_ms: 96210\n  end_ms: 97180\n- text: I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  start_ms: 97180\n  end_ms: 100800\n- text: Bustin' necks with a 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198950\n  end_ms: 205440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 205440\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\n  I told you size wasn't shit\n  That's why I murdered your neices\n  Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  Don't let 'em run\n  Hurry up and catch 'em\n  You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  Play pussy, get fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"},{"id":20756086,"name":"Chuckie","trackName":"Chuckie","artistName":"The Geto Boys","albumName":"Uncut Dope","duration":228.101225,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\nGive me a motherfuckin 15-pack\nand I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\nA murder contest,\nYou know I'll win it\nCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\nI'm gettin hungry\nI need to be fed\nI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\nBustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\nHalf my body is Chuckie\nThe other half is Bushwick\nA short nigga\nAlways pumpin' some lead\nHaven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\nWhat up\nGet up\nSit up\nYou get lit up\nA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\nA 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\nInside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\nYou have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\nWith fifty guns aimed at you\nHow the fuck you gonna duck?\nYo,\nWhen I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\nThe graveyards are packed\nBut it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\nVerse 3:\n\nYou'd better murder me\nPut me to rest\nCause if you don't I'll come out shootin\nWith my head in a bird's chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n[01:18.11] My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n[01:20.96] You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n[01:23.78] Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n[01:25.69] and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n[01:29.47] A murder contest,\n[01:30.40] You know I'll win it\n[01:31.53] Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n[01:35.31] I'm gettin hungry\n[01:36.21] I need to be fed\n[01:37.18] I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n[01:40.80] Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n[01:42.75] Half my body is Chuckie\n[01:44.65] The other half is Bushwick\n[01:46.45] A short nigga\n[01:47.35] Always pumpin' some lead\n[01:49.28] Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n[01:51.92] What up\n[01:52.92] Get up\n[01:53.83] Sit up\n[01:54.78] You get lit up\n[01:55.63] A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n[01:56.50] A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n[02:00.22] Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n[02:04.83] You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n[02:05.78] With fifty guns aimed at you\n[02:08.57] How the fuck you gonna duck?\n[02:10.35] Yo,\n[02:11.29] When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n[02:12.13] The graveyards are packed\n[02:13.18] But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n[02:23.36] Verse 3:\n[02:25.25] You'd better murder me\n[02:27.14] Put me to rest\n[02:28.05] Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n[02:30.94] With my head in a bird's chest\n[02:31.80] Pissed off,\n[02:32.76] The way I'm always soundin'\n[02:33.77] Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n[02:36.41] Some say I'm crazy\n[02:37.48] Some say I'm on crack\n[02:39.55] Before I die\n[02:40.41] Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n[02:42.33] A born loooser\n[02:43.21] Some say I'm mindless\n[02:45.27] If I get pissed off\n[02:46.19] You leave naked and spineless\n[02:47.09] Worse than Charles Manson\n[02:48.99] Never havin' a equal\n[02:50.72] Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n[02:53.53] When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n[02:56.48] When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n[02:59.15] Yo\n[03:00.14] You wanna rumble?\n[03:01.10] Then go get your war hat\n[03:02.09] I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n[03:03.92] I might be small\n[03:06.68] But my nuts are big\n[03:07.55] The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n[03:10.52] Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n[03:13.31] And if they ain't actin' right\n[03:15.22] They dyin' tonight!\n[03:16.19] So, uh\n[03:17.17] Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n[03:18.95] I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n[03:25.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chuckie\n  artist: The Geto Boys\n  album: Uncut Dope\n  duration_ms: 228101\n  instrumental: 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You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, 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Stopped","duration":228.832675,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\nI told you size wasn't shit\nThat's why I murdered your neices\nWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\nDon't let 'em run\nHurry up and catch 'em\nYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\nPlay pussy, get fucked\nMeans you're better off dead\nI wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\nMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\nDead heads and frog legs\nMmm... cake mix!\nFriday the 13th\nThe night of the living dead\n? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\nIf you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\nAll bodies found dead\nFuck it, blame it on Chuckie\nBut this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\nVerse 2:\n\nAw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\nGimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\nWhen I murder, I tried to slack off\nNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\nMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\nYou give me some gin, and I 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chest\nPissed off,\nThe way I'm always soundin'\nKilled a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\nSome say I'm crazy\nSome say I'm on crack\nBefore I die\nCut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\nA born loooser\nSome say I'm mindless\nIf I get pissed off\nYou leave naked and spineless\nWorse than Charles Manson\nNever havin' a equal\nWent sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\nWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floor\nWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 more\nYo\nYou wanna rumble?\nThen go get your war hat\nI went to jail for assault with a carjack\nI might be small\nBut my nuts are big\nThe worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\nCause I'm a teach 'em how to act\nAnd if they ain't actin' right\nThey dyin' tonight!\nSo, uh\nAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\nI send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.14] Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n[00:16.24] I told you size wasn't shit\n[00:17.11] That's why I murdered your neices\n[00:18.95] Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n[00:21.68] Don't let 'em run\n[00:22.53] Hurry up and catch 'em\n[00:23.56] You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n[00:27.25] Play pussy, get fucked\n[00:28.19] Means you're better off dead\n[00:29.02] I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n[00:32.96] Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n[00:34.87] Dead heads and frog legs\n[00:36.75] Mmm... cake mix!\n[00:38.56] Friday the 13th\n[00:39.40] The night of the living dead\n[00:41.27] ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n[00:44.03] If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n[00:46.80] All bodies found dead\n[00:48.77] Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n[00:49.65] But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n[00:57.92] Verse 2:\n[01:07.01] Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n[01:09.85] Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n[01:12.52] When I murder, I tried to slack off\n[01:15.38] Now 100 missiles blew a little 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That's why I murdered your neices\n  start_ms: 17110\n  end_ms: 18950\n- text: Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  start_ms: 18950\n  end_ms: 21680\n- text: Don't let 'em run\n  start_ms: 21680\n  end_ms: 22530\n- text: Hurry up and catch 'em\n  start_ms: 22530\n  end_ms: 23560\n- text: You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  start_ms: 23560\n  end_ms: 27250\n- text: Play pussy, get fucked\n  start_ms: 27250\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Means you're better off dead\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29020\n- text: I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  start_ms: 29020\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 34870\n- text: Dead heads and frog legs\n  start_ms: 34870\n  end_ms: 36750\n- text: Mmm... cake mix!\n  start_ms: 36750\n  end_ms: 38560\n- text: Friday the 13th\n  start_ms: 38560\n  end_ms: 39400\n- text: The night of the living dead\n  start_ms: 39400\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '? walkin'' ''round givin niggas head'\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 44030\n- text: If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  start_ms: 44030\n  end_ms: 46800\n- text: All bodies found dead\n  start_ms: 46800\n  end_ms: 48770\n- text: Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  start_ms: 48770\n  end_ms: 49650\n- text: But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n  start_ms: 49650\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: 'Verse 2:'\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 67010\n- text: Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  start_ms: 67010\n  end_ms: 69850\n- text: Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  start_ms: 69850\n  end_ms: 72520\n- text: When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  start_ms: 72520\n  end_ms: 75380\n- text: Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  start_ms: 75380\n  end_ms: 78110\n- text: My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  start_ms: 78110\n  end_ms: 80960\n- text: You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  start_ms: 80960\n  end_ms: 83780\n- text: Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  start_ms: 83780\n  end_ms: 85690\n- text: and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  start_ms: 85690\n  end_ms: 89470\n- text: A murder contest,\n  start_ms: 89470\n  end_ms: 90400\n- text: You know I'll win it\n  start_ms: 90400\n  end_ms: 91530\n- text: Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  start_ms: 91530\n  end_ms: 95310\n- text: I'm gettin hungry\n  start_ms: 95310\n  end_ms: 96210\n- text: I need to be fed\n  start_ms: 96210\n  end_ms: 97180\n- text: I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  start_ms: 97180\n  end_ms: 100800\n- text: Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  start_ms: 100800\n  end_ms: 102750\n- text: Half my body is Chuckie\n  start_ms: 102750\n  end_ms: 104650\n- text: The other half is Bushwick\n  start_ms: 104650\n  end_ms: 106450\n- text: A short nigga\n  start_ms: 106450\n  end_ms: 107350\n- text: Always pumpin' some lead\n  start_ms: 107350\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111920\n- text: What up\n  start_ms: 111920\n  end_ms: 112920\n- text: Get up\n  start_ms: 112920\n  end_ms: 113830\n- text: Sit up\n  start_ms: 113830\n  end_ms: 114780\n- text: You get lit up\n  start_ms: 114780\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 116500\n- text: A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  start_ms: 116500\n  end_ms: 120220\n- text: Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  start_ms: 120220\n  end_ms: 124830\n- text: You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  start_ms: 124830\n  end_ms: 125780\n- text: With fifty guns aimed at you\n  start_ms: 125780\n  end_ms: 128570\n- text: How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  start_ms: 128570\n  end_ms: 130350\n- text: Yo,\n  start_ms: 130350\n  end_ms: 131290\n- text: When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  start_ms: 131290\n  end_ms: 132130\n- text: The graveyards are packed\n  start_ms: 132130\n  end_ms: 133180\n- text: But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n  start_ms: 133180\n  end_ms: 143360\n- text: 'Verse 3:'\n  start_ms: 143360\n  end_ms: 145250\n- text: You'd better murder me\n  start_ms: 145250\n  end_ms: 147140\n- text: Put me to rest\n  start_ms: 147140\n  end_ms: 148050\n- text: Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  start_ms: 148050\n  end_ms: 150940\n- text: With my head in a bird's chest\n  start_ms: 150940\n  end_ms: 151800\n- text: Pissed off,\n  start_ms: 151800\n  end_ms: 152760\n- text: The way I'm always soundin'\n  start_ms: 152760\n  end_ms: 153770\n- text: Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  start_ms: 153770\n  end_ms: 156410\n- text: Some say I'm crazy\n  start_ms: 156410\n  end_ms: 157480\n- text: Some say I'm on crack\n  start_ms: 157480\n  end_ms: 159550\n- text: Before I die\n  start_ms: 159550\n  end_ms: 160410\n- text: Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  start_ms: 160410\n  end_ms: 162330\n- text: A born loooser\n  start_ms: 162330\n  end_ms: 163210\n- text: Some say I'm mindless\n  start_ms: 163210\n  end_ms: 165270\n- text: If I get pissed off\n  start_ms: 165270\n  end_ms: 166190\n- text: You leave naked and spineless\n  start_ms: 166190\n  end_ms: 167090\n- text: Worse than Charles Manson\n  start_ms: 167090\n  end_ms: 168990\n- text: Never havin' a equal\n  start_ms: 168990\n  end_ms: 170720\n- text: Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  start_ms: 170720\n  end_ms: 173530\n- text: When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  start_ms: 173530\n  end_ms: 176480\n- text: When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  start_ms: 176480\n  end_ms: 179150\n- text: Yo\n  start_ms: 179150\n  end_ms: 180140\n- text: You wanna rumble?\n  start_ms: 180140\n  end_ms: 181100\n- text: Then go get your war hat\n  start_ms: 181100\n  end_ms: 182090\n- text: I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  start_ms: 182090\n  end_ms: 183920\n- text: I might be small\n  start_ms: 183920\n  end_ms: 186680\n- text: But my nuts are big\n  start_ms: 186680\n  end_ms: 187550\n- text: The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  start_ms: 187550\n  end_ms: 190520\n- text: Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  start_ms: 190520\n  end_ms: 193310\n- text: And if they ain't actin' right\n  start_ms: 193310\n  end_ms: 195220\n- text: They dyin' tonight!\n  start_ms: 195220\n  end_ms: 196190\n- text: So, uh\n  start_ms: 196190\n  end_ms: 197170\n- text: Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  start_ms: 197170\n  end_ms: 198950\n- text: I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n  start_ms: 198950\n  end_ms: 205440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 205440\nplain: |-\n  Verse one: Bushwick Bill\n\n  I told you size wasn't shit\n  That's why I murdered your neices\n  Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces\n  Don't let 'em run\n  Hurry up and catch 'em\n  You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em\n  Play pussy, get fucked\n  Means you're better off dead\n  I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head\n  Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick\n  Dead heads and frog legs\n  Mmm... cake mix!\n  Friday the 13th\n  The night of the living dead\n  ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head\n  If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky\n  All bodies found dead\n  Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie\n  But this is child's play... motherfucka!\n\n  Verse 2:\n\n  Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!\n  Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!\n  When I murder, I tried to slack off\n  Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off\n  My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane\n  You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!\n  Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack\n  and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!\n  A murder contest,\n  You know I'll win it\n  Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it\n  I'm gettin hungry\n  I need to be fed\n  I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!\n  Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!\n  Half my body is Chuckie\n  The other half is Bushwick\n  A short nigga\n  Always pumpin' some lead\n  Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead\n  What up\n  Get up\n  Sit up\n  You get lit up\n  A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up\n  A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils\n  Inside his chest they found 10, 000 pencils\n  You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?\n  With fifty guns aimed at you\n  How the fuck you gonna duck?\n  Yo,\n  When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay\n  The graveyards are packed\n  But it ain't nothin' but child's play\n\n  Verse 3:\n\n  You'd better murder me\n  Put me to rest\n  Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin\n  With my head in a bird's chest\n  Pissed off,\n  The way I'm always soundin'\n  Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im\n  Some say I'm crazy\n  Some say I'm on crack\n  Before I die\n  Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq\n  A born loooser\n  Some say I'm mindless\n  If I get pissed off\n  You leave naked and spineless\n  Worse than Charles Manson\n  Never havin' a equal\n  Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people\n  When I woke up they had me chained to the floor\n  When they told me what I did I killed 300 more\n  Yo\n  You wanna rumble?\n  Then go get your war hat\n  I went to jail for assault with a carjack\n  I might be small\n  But my nuts are big\n  The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids\n  Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act\n  And if they ain't actin' right\n  They dyin' tonight!\n  So, uh\n  Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em\n  I send you a motherfuckin note that says \"Chuckie's got em!\"\n"}]