[{"id":2409547,"name":"Rusty Chains (feat. Ramirez)","trackName":"Rusty Chains (feat. Ramirez)","artistName":"Ghostemane feat. 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Ramirez","albumName":"For The Aspiring Occultist","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kickin it wit my homie scoob it's half past 4\nHe Rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old\nSometimes all I really wanna do is dissappear in a cloud of black smoke\nAnd then reappear like houdini\nWith no feelins no feelins to show\nAnd I got these chains\nGot these rusty chains around my ankles\nAnd on the other end I see Satan pullin me as I dangle\nDown down\nInto the unknown abyss\nAnd I'm wishin I could just come back one more time so I could settle shit\nBut I can't\nSo jump on in the fire is great\nSo many Mothafuckas told me I would end up in this lake\nFor loading a 9 millimeter into my Glock and then to my brain\nBut shouts out to Alex Crowley yo writing is keepin me sane\n\nNow take caution cause im killin bustas\nWith a Glock 45\nRamirez in the cut go run and hide\nFuckin wit me and it be yo demise\nTriple six is was im reppin\nCreepin out that fuckin dungeon\nSchema Posse G*59\nYou better start to count yo blessins\nAs i kills you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang\nSmoked out loced out\nIm steady gankin on them bustas mane\nPullin out the street sweeper\nI got ana off my chest\nWith any busta mothafucka who be tryna test\n[?] Not givin a fuck\nI'm fuckin shit up\nKnuckin and buckin im servin these suckas\nI'm whipin these Glocks so be ready to run\nCause im on the hunt\nChoppin bitches heads off\nThrow em inside of the shadow, bitch\nAim yo Glock so fuckin quick cause im burnin up yo body bitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.69] Kickin it wit my homie scoob it's half past 4\n[00:15.02] He Rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old\n[00:18.46] Sometimes all I really wanna do is dissappear in a cloud of black smoke\n[00:21.47] And then reappear like houdini\n[00:23.15] With no feelins no feelins to show\n[00:24.96] And I got these chains\n[00:26.40] Got these rusty chains around my ankles\n[00:28.47] And on the other end I see Satan pullin me as I dangle\n[00:31.93] Down down\n[00:33.10] Into the unknown abyss\n[00:34.07] And I'm wishin I could just come back one more time so I could settle shit\n[00:37.06] But I can't\n[00:39.02] So jump on in the fire is great\n[00:40.80] So many Mothafuckas told me I would end up in this lake\n[00:44.55] For loading a 9 millimeter into my Glock and then to my brain\n[00:47.81] But shouts out to Alex Crowley yo writing is keepin me sane\n[01:16.77] Now take caution cause im killin bustas\n[01:18.22] With a Glock 45\n[01:19.66] Ramirez in the cut go run and hide\n[01:21.18] Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise\n[01:22.59] Triple six is was im reppin\n[01:24.27] Creepin out that fuckin dungeon\n[01:25.70] Schema Posse G*59\n[01:27.43] You better start to count yo blessins\n[01:29.31] As i kills you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang\n[01:32.51] Smoked out loced out\n[01:33.68] Im steady gankin on them bustas mane\n[01:35.40] Pullin out the street sweeper\n[01:37.05] I got ana off my chest\n[01:38.65] With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test\n[01:41.95] [?] Not givin a fuck\n[01:43.35] I'm fuckin shit up\n[01:44.68] Knuckin and buckin im servin these suckas\n[01:45.82] I'm whipin these Glocks so be ready to run\n[01:47.52] Cause im on the hunt\n[01:48.53] Choppin bitches heads off\n[01:49.88] Throw em inside of the shadow, bitch\n[01:51.73] Aim yo Glock so fuckin quick cause im burnin up yo body bitch\n[01:55.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rusty Chains\n  artist: Ghostemane feat. 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