[{"id":21633960,"name":"8 Ways to Die","trackName":"8 Ways to Die","artistName":"Insane Clown Posse","albumName":"Insane Clown Posse Videos","duration":507.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n28 motherfucking years (28 years)\nHottest in the game\nRespect that (respect that)\n8 ways to die\nViolent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\nDJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n\n4 in the morning\nLightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\nMy life's important man\nI don't mean shit to nobody especially you\nNever scared to pull something out of\nMy waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\nLay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\nBetter have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\nBring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\nS dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\nCause your nightmares they my wet dreams\nFucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\nPremo\nWoooo! (?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\nI'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\nI never get it twiztid Mo-Town\nI come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\nI beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\nI spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\nBut still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\nI walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\nJust killing anyone thats happy you alive\nA few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\nWith a nail gun\nMotherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\nMac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\nThe middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\nEverybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\nIf you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\nI'm with that dark juggalo clique\nThe Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\nI got a dick hard buffalo dick\nI might start humping your chick\nI'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\nYour mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\nSticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\nBring them raccs out\nSucca brain bout to get splat now\nBring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\nSin City on blacc out\nExtension cords in that trap house\nWe done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\nTalk that shit down\n\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\nSay what?!?\n30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\nHow bout that now?\n17 tat now\n17 raccs now\nShawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\nLet them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\nI pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\nYou can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\nYou can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\nHol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\nAll you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\nWhat's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\nI can be stepping on all over these rapper\nNeccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\nOuija\n\nMAFIA! DJ PAUL!\nHunnit off in a clip\n(?)\nDouble barrel, double R on the grill\nDiamond fangs in a grip\nJohnny Dang got the drip\nSmoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n(?)\nRubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\nNigga this is just a PSA\nI'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\nPass the weed like a(?)\nNiggas copy but I do get paid\nSurf's up tryna ride this wave\nI got pocket rockets and some knotted\nWallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n20 haters thats 20 graves\nBeat the case like MMA\nRun the club like some (?)\n(?) to this silence\nI'm colorblind til' I get violent\nRun your mouth you got some mileage\nFeature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\nTake me out the worst way\nApocalypse on my birthday\nWhen you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\nFor your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\nStimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\nAnd lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\nWhat's in my hands? Ain't my ID\nAt gunpoint make you recite me\nI see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\nBecause I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\nI'm in that house like a home\nInvasion because your family need a renovation\nSay ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\nI'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\nEvil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\nI'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n(?) hang with villains too\nDeath is here I'm feeling cruel\nBurnt flesh thats brand loyal\nBullet holes your guts boil\nKing of nothing, Fuck royal\nThere will be blood, I struck oil\n\nWhat I'm Freddy Kruger\nLex Luthor\nChad Kroeger\nThe dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\nSippin' Boocha\nYour boo (?)\nCause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\nI'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\nYou'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\nI'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\nPut so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\nI blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\nAnd me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\nI'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\nYou'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\nThe hatchet been chopping for years\nI flex on all of my peers\nSo high I be poppin' your ears\nYou rocking a toilet career\nYou bust to a brush in a mirror\nYou flush and your fans disappear\nYour stacks are like flat as a beer\nLeft out in the sun for a year\nTraitor's scowling\nRed moon howling\nDecades deep stomach still growling\nElbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\nTil' your Momma threw the towel in\nBut I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\nBut my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\nWith that shing-shing-shing-shing\nWalla-walla bing bing\nZoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\nSix Six Fivin'\nBig dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG ICP THANG","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n[00:03.92] 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n[00:06.98] Hottest in the game\n[00:09.18] Respect that (respect that)\n[00:12.34] 8 ways to die\n[00:16.16] Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n[00:26.45] DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n[00:41.34] 4 in the morning\n[00:43.20] Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n[00:46.16] My life's important man\n[00:47.81] I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n[00:50.67] Never scared to pull something out of\n[00:53.13] My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n[00:54.78] Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n[00:57.71] Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n[01:01.04] Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n[01:04.12] S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n[01:07.51] Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n[01:11.16] Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n[01:15.46] Premo\n[01:16.35] Woooo! (?)\n[01:17.11] Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n[01:21.37] It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n[01:24.62] It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n[01:28.19] Hit that 5th and chug\n[01:29.33] (?) meth buzz\n[01:31.42] So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n[01:35.27] I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n[01:37.59] I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n[01:41.70] I got lots of haters\n[01:43.31] I'm always counting paper\n[01:45.02] My shoes are made from an alligator\n[01:49.02] I don't sell no re-rock\n[01:50.40] I don't rock no g-shock\n[01:52.09] I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n[01:54.76] What do you want? I got it all\n[01:57.16] I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n[01:58.74] She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n[02:01.91] You can fuck with me\n[02:06.57] You can fuck with me\n[02:09.61] You can fuck with me\n[02:13.42] You can fuck with me\n[02:15.94] I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n[02:17.24] I can run up in your spot\n[02:18.81] All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n[02:22.05] Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n[02:25.08] The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n[02:29.14] Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n[02:31.87] 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n[02:35.35] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n[02:38.79] Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n[02:42.32] Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n[02:45.36] Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n[02:48.97] Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n[02:52.25] Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n[02:55.76] I'm gone\n[02:56.70] I'm thugged out\n[02:57.67] I was raised in the drug house\n[02:58.93] I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n[03:02.00] Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n[03:05.77] I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n[03:09.35] Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n[03:12.52] Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n[05:17.97] Hunnit off in a clip\n[05:19.19] (?)\n[05:20.39] Double barrel, double R on the grill\n[05:22.39] Diamond fangs in a grip\n[05:23.22] Johnny Dang got the drip\n[05:24.84] Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n[05:26.68] (?)\n[05:28.35] Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n[05:32.14] Nigga this is just a PSA\n[05:34.20] I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n[05:36.59] Pass the weed like a(?)\n[05:38.12] Niggas copy but I do get paid\n[05:39.58] Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n[05:41.25] I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n[05:42.62] Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n[05:44.11] 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n[05:45.82] 20 haters thats 20 graves\n[05:47.69] Beat the case like MMA\n[05:49.37] Run the club like some (?)\n[05:51.25] (?) to this silence\n[05:52.84] I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n[05:54.31] Run your mouth you got some mileage\n[05:56.05] Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n[05:57.80] Take me out the worst way\n[06:01.68] Apocalypse on my birthday\n[06:03.16] When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n[06:06.18] For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n[06:10.04] Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n[06:13.58] And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n[06:16.92] What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n[06:18.35] At gunpoint make you recite me\n[06:20.36] I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n[06:23.31] Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n[06:26.65] I'm in that house like a home\n[06:28.05] Invasion because your family need a renovation\n[06:29.83] Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n[06:33.68] I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n[06:36.74] Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n[06:40.69] I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n[06:43.82] (?) hang with villains too\n[06:46.04] Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n[06:47.68] Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n[06:48.95] Bullet holes your guts boil\n[06:50.73] King of nothing, Fuck royal\n[06:52.33] There will be blood, I struck oil\n[06:55.28] What I'm Freddy Kruger\n[06:57.75] Lex Luthor\n[06:58.85] Chad Kroeger\n[07:00.17] The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n[07:03.12] Sippin' Boocha\n[07:04.61] Your boo (?)\n[07:05.71] Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n[07:09.44] I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n[07:11.86] You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n[07:15.32] I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n[07:18.82] Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n[07:22.13] I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n[07:25.51] And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n[07:29.27] I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n[07:32.72] You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n[07:35.73] The hatchet been chopping for years\n[07:37.63] I flex on all of my peers\n[07:39.58] So high I be poppin' your ears\n[07:41.65] You rocking a toilet career\n[07:43.19] You bust to a brush in a mirror\n[07:44.64] You flush and your fans disappear\n[07:46.59] Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n[07:48.17] Left out in the sun for a year\n[07:49.78] Traitor's scowling\n[07:50.98] Red moon howling\n[07:52.00] Decades deep stomach still growling\n[07:53.53] Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n[07:56.07] Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n[07:57.46] But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n[07:59.46] But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n[08:03.31] With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n[08:04.94] Walla-walla bing bing\n[08:05.72] Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n[08:06.97] Six Six Fivin'\n[08:08.11] Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n[08:10.15] ICP THANG\n[08:12.08] ICP THANG\n[08:13.23] ICP THANG\n[08:14.69] ICP THANG ICP THANG\n[08:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8 Ways to Die\n  artist: Insane Clown Posse\n  album: Insane Clown Posse Videos\n  duration_ms: 507000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  start_ms: 920\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: Hottest in the game\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 9180\n- text: Respect that (respect that)\n  start_ms: 9180\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: 8 ways to die\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: 4 in the morning\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: My life's important man\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47810\n- text: I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  start_ms: 47810\n  end_ms: 50670\n- text: Never scared to pull something out of\n  start_ms: 50670\n  end_ms: 53130\n- text: My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  start_ms: 53130\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57710\n- text: Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  start_ms: 57710\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 64120\n- text: S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  start_ms: 64120\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Premo\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Woooo! 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Shoot him in his head!\n  start_ms: 192520\n  end_ms: 195700\n- text: I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  start_ms: 195700\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 202110\n- text: I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  start_ms: 202110\n  end_ms: 206170\n- text: I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  start_ms: 206170\n  end_ms: 209710\n- text: I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  start_ms: 209710\n  end_ms: 212760\n- text: But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n  start_ms: 212760\n  end_ms: 216480\n- text: 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  start_ms: 216480\n  end_ms: 220290\n- text: I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  start_ms: 220290\n  end_ms: 223870\n- text: Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  start_ms: 223870\n  end_ms: 226300\n- text: A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  start_ms: 226300\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: With a nail gun\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231010\n- text: Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  start_ms: 231010\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235080\n- text: The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  start_ms: 235080\n  end_ms: 236700\n- text: Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  start_ms: 236700\n  end_ms: 239650\n- text: If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  start_ms: 239650\n  end_ms: 243050\n- text: I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  start_ms: 243050\n  end_ms: 245550\n- text: The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  start_ms: 245550\n  end_ms: 248450\n- text: I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  start_ms: 248450\n  end_ms: 249880\n- text: I might start humping your chick\n  start_ms: 249880\n  end_ms: 251520\n- text: I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  start_ms: 251520\n  end_ms: 253420\n- text: Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  start_ms: 253420\n  end_ms: 255430\n- text: Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n  start_ms: 255430\n  end_ms: 257880\n- text: Bring them raccs out\n  start_ms: 257880\n  end_ms: 259130\n- text: Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  start_ms: 259130\n  end_ms: 260710\n- text: Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  start_ms: 260710\n  end_ms: 262820\n- text: Sin City on blacc out\n  start_ms: 262820\n  end_ms: 264430\n- text: Extension cords in that trap house\n  start_ms: 264430\n  end_ms: 266590\n- text: We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  start_ms: 266590\n  end_ms: 270070\n- text: Talk that shit down\n  start_ms: 270070\n  end_ms: 271960\n- text: '\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"'\n  start_ms: 271960\n  end_ms: 273690\n- text: Say what?!?\n  start_ms: 273690\n  end_ms: 274540\n- text: 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  start_ms: 274540\n  end_ms: 276580\n- text: How bout that now?\n  start_ms: 276580\n  end_ms: 278660\n- text: 17 tat now\n  start_ms: 278660\n  end_ms: 280360\n- text: 17 raccs now\n  start_ms: 280360\n  end_ms: 282530\n- text: Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  start_ms: 282530\n  end_ms: 283950\n- text: Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  start_ms: 283950\n  end_ms: 287140\n- text: I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  start_ms: 287140\n  end_ms: 290800\n- text: You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  start_ms: 290800\n  end_ms: 294060\n- text: You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  start_ms: 294060\n  end_ms: 297880\n- text: Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  start_ms: 297880\n  end_ms: 300510\n- text: All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  start_ms: 300510\n  end_ms: 303280\n- text: What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  start_ms: 303280\n  end_ms: 306950\n- text: I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  start_ms: 306950\n  end_ms: 308810\n- text: Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  start_ms: 308810\n  end_ms: 310740\n- text: Ouija\n  start_ms: 310740\n  end_ms: 313710\n- text: MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n  start_ms: 376920\n  end_ms: 378350\n- text: At gunpoint make you recite me\n  start_ms: 378350\n  end_ms: 380360\n- text: I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n  start_ms: 380360\n  end_ms: 383310\n- text: Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n  start_ms: 383310\n  end_ms: 386650\n- text: I'm in that house like a home\n  start_ms: 386650\n  end_ms: 388050\n- text: Invasion because your family need a renovation\n  start_ms: 388050\n  end_ms: 389830\n- text: Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n  start_ms: 389830\n  end_ms: 393680\n- text: I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n  start_ms: 393680\n  end_ms: 396740\n- text: Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n  start_ms: 396740\n  end_ms: 400690\n- text: I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n  start_ms: 400690\n  end_ms: 403820\n- text: (?) hang with villains too\n  start_ms: 403820\n  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429440\n  end_ms: 431860\n- text: You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n  start_ms: 431860\n  end_ms: 435320\n- text: I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n  start_ms: 435320\n  end_ms: 438820\n- text: Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n  start_ms: 438820\n  end_ms: 442130\n- text: I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n  start_ms: 442130\n  end_ms: 445510\n- text: And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n  start_ms: 445510\n  end_ms: 449270\n- text: I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n  start_ms: 449270\n  end_ms: 452720\n- text: You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n  start_ms: 452720\n  end_ms: 455730\n- text: The hatchet been chopping for years\n  start_ms: 455730\n  end_ms: 457630\n- text: I flex on all of my peers\n  start_ms: 457630\n  end_ms: 459580\n- text: So high I be poppin' your ears\n  start_ms: 459580\n  end_ms: 461650\n- text: You rocking a toilet career\n  start_ms: 461650\n  end_ms: 463190\n- text: You bust to a brush in a mirror\n  start_ms: 463190\n  end_ms: 464640\n- text: You flush and your fans disappear\n  start_ms: 464640\n  end_ms: 466590\n- text: Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n  start_ms: 466590\n  end_ms: 468170\n- text: Left out in the sun for a year\n  start_ms: 468170\n  end_ms: 469780\n- text: Traitor's scowling\n  start_ms: 469780\n  end_ms: 470980\n- text: Red moon howling\n  start_ms: 470980\n  end_ms: 472000\n- text: Decades deep stomach still growling\n  start_ms: 472000\n  end_ms: 473530\n- text: Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n  start_ms: 473530\n  end_ms: 476070\n- text: Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n  start_ms: 476070\n  end_ms: 477460\n- text: But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n  start_ms: 477460\n  end_ms: 479460\n- text: But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n  start_ms: 479460\n  end_ms: 483310\n- 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important man\n  I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  Never scared to pull something out of\n  My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  Premo\n  Woooo! (?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? I got it all\n  I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n  She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n  I can run up in your spot\n  All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n  Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n  The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\n  Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n  8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n  All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n  Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n  Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n  Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n  Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n  Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n  I'm gone\n  I'm thugged out\n  I was raised in the drug house\n  I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n  Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n  I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n  Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n  Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n  I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n  8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  With a nail gun\n  Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  I might start humping your chick\n  I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\n  Bring them raccs out\n  Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  Sin City on blacc out\n  Extension cords in that trap house\n  We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  Talk that shit down\n  \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n  Say what?!?\n  30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  How bout that now?\n  17 tat now\n  17 raccs now\n  Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  Ouija\n\n  MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n  At gunpoint make you recite me\n  I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n  Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n  I'm in that house like a home\n  Invasion because your family need a renovation\n  Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n  I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n  Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n  I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n  (?) hang with villains too\n  Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n  Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n  Bullet holes your guts boil\n  King of nothing, Fuck royal\n  There will be blood, I struck oil\n\n  What I'm Freddy Kruger\n  Lex Luthor\n  Chad Kroeger\n  The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n  Sippin' Boocha\n  Your boo (?)\n  Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n  I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n  You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n  I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n  Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n  I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n  And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n  I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n  You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n  The hatchet been chopping for years\n  I flex on all of my peers\n  So high I be poppin' your ears\n  You rocking a toilet career\n  You bust to a brush in a mirror\n  You flush and your fans disappear\n  Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n  Left out in the sun for a year\n  Traitor's scowling\n  Red moon howling\n  Decades deep stomach still growling\n  Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n  Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n  But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n  But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n  With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n  Walla-walla bing bing\n  Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n  Six Six Fivin'\n  Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG ICP THANG\n"},{"id":11832717,"name":"8 Ways to Die","trackName":"8 Ways to Die","artistName":"Insane Clown Posse","albumName":"8 Ways to Die","duration":506.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n28 motherfucking years (28 years)\nHottest in the game\nRespect that (respect that)\n8 ways to die\nViolent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\nDJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n\n4 in the morning\nLightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\nMy life's important man\nI don't mean shit to nobody especially you\nNever scared to pull something out of\nMy waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\nLay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\nBetter have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\nBring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\nS dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\nCause your nightmares they my wet dreams\nFucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\nPremo\nWoooo! (?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\nI'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\nI never get it twiztid Mo-Town\nI come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\nI beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\nI spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\nBut still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\nI walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\nJust killing anyone thats happy you alive\nA few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\nWith a nail gun\nMotherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\nMac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\nThe middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\nEverybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\nIf you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\nI'm with that dark juggalo clique\nThe Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\nI got a dick hard buffalo dick\nI might start humping your chick\nI'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\nYour mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\nSticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\nBring them raccs out\nSucca brain bout to get splat now\nBring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\nSin City on blacc out\nExtension cords in that trap house\nWe done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\nTalk that shit down\n\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\nSay what?!?\n30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\nHow bout that now?\n17 tat now\n17 raccs now\nShawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\nLet them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\nI pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\nYou can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\nYou can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\nHol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\nAll you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\nWhat's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\nI can be stepping on all over these rapper\nNeccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\nOuija\n\nMAFIA! DJ PAUL!\nHunnit off in a clip\n(?)\nDouble barrel, double R on the grill\nDiamond fangs in a grip\nJohnny Dang got the drip\nSmoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n(?)\nRubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\nNigga this is just a PSA\nI'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\nPass the weed like a(?)\nNiggas copy but I do get paid\nSurf's up tryna ride this wave\nI got pocket rockets and some knotted\nWallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n20 haters thats 20 graves\nBeat the case like MMA\nRun the club like some (?)\n(?) to this silence\nI'm colorblind til' I get violent\nRun your mouth you got some mileage\nFeature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\nTake me out the worst way\nApocalypse on my birthday\nWhen you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\nFor your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\nStimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\nAnd lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\nWhat's in my hands? Ain't my ID\nAt gunpoint make you recite me\nI see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\nBecause I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\nI'm in that house like a home\nInvasion because your family need a renovation\nSay ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\nI'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\nEvil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\nI'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n(?) hang with villains too\nDeath is here I'm feeling cruel\nBurnt flesh thats brand loyal\nBullet holes your guts boil\nKing of nothing, Fuck royal\nThere will be blood, I struck oil\n\nWhat I'm Freddy Kruger\nLex Luthor\nChad Kroeger\nThe dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\nSippin' Boocha\nYour boo (?)\nCause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\nI'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\nYou'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\nI'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\nPut so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\nI blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\nAnd me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\nI'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\nYou'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\nThe hatchet been chopping for years\nI flex on all of my peers\nSo high I be poppin' your ears\nYou rocking a toilet career\nYou bust to a brush in a mirror\nYou flush and your fans disappear\nYour stacks are like flat as a beer\nLeft out in the sun for a year\nTraitor's scowling\nRed moon howling\nDecades deep stomach still growling\nElbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\nTil' your Momma threw the towel in\nBut I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\nBut my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\nWith that shing-shing-shing-shing\nWalla-walla bing bing\nZoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\nSix Six Fivin'\nBig dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG ICP THANG","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n[00:03.92] 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n[00:06.98] Hottest in the game\n[00:09.18] Respect that (respect that)\n[00:12.34] 8 ways to die\n[00:16.16] Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n[00:26.45] DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n[00:41.34] 4 in the morning\n[00:43.20] Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n[00:46.16] My life's important man\n[00:47.81] I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n[00:50.67] Never scared to pull something out of\n[00:53.13] My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n[00:54.78] Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n[00:57.71] Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n[01:01.04] Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n[01:04.12] S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n[01:07.51] Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n[01:11.16] Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n[01:15.46] Premo\n[01:16.35] Woooo! (?)\n[01:17.11] Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n[01:21.37] It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n[01:24.62] It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n[01:28.19] Hit that 5th and chug\n[01:29.33] (?) meth buzz\n[01:31.42] So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n[01:35.27] I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n[01:37.59] I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n[01:41.70] I got lots of haters\n[01:43.31] I'm always counting paper\n[01:45.02] My shoes are made from an alligator\n[01:49.02] I don't sell no re-rock\n[01:50.40] I don't rock no g-shock\n[01:52.09] I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n[01:54.76] What do you want? 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Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n[05:17.97] Hunnit off in a clip\n[05:19.19] (?)\n[05:20.39] Double barrel, double R on the grill\n[05:22.39] Diamond fangs in a grip\n[05:23.22] Johnny Dang got the drip\n[05:24.84] Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n[05:26.68] (?)\n[05:28.35] Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n[05:32.14] Nigga this is just a PSA\n[05:34.20] I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n[05:36.59] Pass the weed like a(?)\n[05:38.12] Niggas copy but I do get paid\n[05:39.58] Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n[05:41.25] I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n[05:42.62] Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n[05:44.11] 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n[05:45.82] 20 haters thats 20 graves\n[05:47.69] Beat the case like MMA\n[05:49.37] Run the club like some (?)\n[05:51.25] (?) to this silence\n[05:52.84] I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n[05:54.31] Run your mouth you got some mileage\n[05:56.05] Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n[05:57.80] Take me out the worst way\n[06:01.68] Apocalypse on my birthday\n[06:03.16] When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n[06:06.18] For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n[06:10.04] Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n[06:13.58] And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n[06:16.92] What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n[06:18.35] At gunpoint make you recite me\n[06:20.36] I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n[06:23.31] Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n[06:26.65] I'm in that house like a home\n[06:28.05] Invasion because your family need a renovation\n[06:29.83] Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n[06:33.68] I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n[06:36.74] Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n[06:40.69] I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n[06:43.82] (?) hang with villains too\n[06:46.04] Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n[06:47.68] Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n[06:48.95] Bullet holes your guts boil\n[06:50.73] King of nothing, Fuck royal\n[06:52.33] There will be blood, I struck oil\n[06:55.28] What I'm Freddy Kruger\n[06:57.75] Lex Luthor\n[06:58.85] Chad Kroeger\n[07:00.17] The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n[07:03.12] Sippin' Boocha\n[07:04.61] Your boo (?)\n[07:05.71] Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n[07:09.44] I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n[07:11.86] You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n[07:15.32] I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n[07:18.82] Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n[07:22.13] I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n[07:25.51] And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n[07:29.27] I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n[07:32.72] You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n[07:35.73] The hatchet been chopping for years\n[07:37.63] I flex on all of my peers\n[07:39.58] So high I be poppin' your ears\n[07:41.65] You rocking a toilet career\n[07:43.19] You bust to a brush in a mirror\n[07:44.64] You flush and your fans disappear\n[07:46.59] Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n[07:48.17] Left out in the sun for a year\n[07:49.78] Traitor's scowling\n[07:50.98] Red moon howling\n[07:52.00] Decades deep stomach still growling\n[07:53.53] Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n[07:56.07] Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n[07:57.46] But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n[07:59.46] But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n[08:03.31] With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n[08:04.94] Walla-walla bing bing\n[08:05.72] Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n[08:06.97] Six Six Fivin'\n[08:08.11] Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n[08:10.15] ICP THANG\n[08:12.08] ICP THANG\n[08:13.23] ICP THANG\n[08:14.69] ICP THANG ICP THANG\n[08:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8 Ways to Die\n  artist: Insane Clown Posse\n  album: 8 Ways to Die\n  duration_ms: 506000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  start_ms: 920\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: Hottest in the game\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 9180\n- text: Respect that (respect that)\n  start_ms: 9180\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: 8 ways to die\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: 4 in the morning\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: My life's important man\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47810\n- text: I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  start_ms: 47810\n  end_ms: 50670\n- text: Never scared to pull something out of\n  start_ms: 50670\n  end_ms: 53130\n- text: My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  start_ms: 53130\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57710\n- text: Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  start_ms: 57710\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 64120\n- text: S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  start_ms: 64120\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Premo\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Woooo! (?)\n  start_ms: 76350\n  end_ms: 77110\n- text: Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  start_ms: 77110\n  end_ms: 81370\n- text: It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  start_ms: 81370\n  end_ms: 84620\n- text: It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  start_ms: 84620\n  end_ms: 88190\n- text: Hit that 5th and chug\n  start_ms: 88190\n  end_ms: 89330\n- text: (?) meth buzz\n  start_ms: 89330\n  end_ms: 91420\n- text: So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n  start_ms: 91420\n  end_ms: 95270\n- text: I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  start_ms: 95270\n  end_ms: 97590\n- text: I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  start_ms: 97590\n  end_ms: 101700\n- text: I got lots of haters\n  start_ms: 101700\n  end_ms: 103310\n- text: I'm always counting paper\n  start_ms: 103310\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: My shoes are made from an alligator\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: I don't sell no re-rock\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 110400\n- text: I don't rock no g-shock\n  start_ms: 110400\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: What do you want? 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DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? 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(?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? 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Shoot him in his head!\n  I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n  8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  With a nail gun\n  Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  I might start humping your chick\n  I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\n  Bring them raccs out\n  Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  Sin City on blacc out\n  Extension cords in that trap house\n  We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  Talk that shit down\n  \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n  Say what?!?\n  30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  How bout that now?\n  17 tat now\n  17 raccs now\n  Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  Ouija\n\n  MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? 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(?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? 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Shoot him in his head!\nI'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\nI never get it twiztid Mo-Town\nI come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\nI beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\nI spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\nBut still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\nI walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\nJust killing anyone thats happy you alive\nA few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\nWith a nail gun\nMotherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\nMac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\nThe middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\nEverybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\nIf you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\nI'm with that dark juggalo clique\nThe Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\nI got a dick hard buffalo dick\nI might start humping your chick\nI'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\nYour mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\nSticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\nBring them raccs out\nSucca brain bout to get splat now\nBring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\nSin City on blacc out\nExtension cords in that trap house\nWe done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\nTalk that shit down\n\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\nSay what?!?\n30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\nHow bout that now?\n17 tat now\n17 raccs now\nShawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\nLet them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\nI pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\nYou can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\nYou can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\nHol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\nAll you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\nWhat's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\nI can be stepping on all over these rapper\nNeccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\nOuija\n\nMAFIA! 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I got it all\n[01:57.16] I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n[01:58.74] She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n[02:01.91] You can fuck with me\n[02:06.57] You can fuck with me\n[02:09.61] You can fuck with me\n[02:13.42] You can fuck with me\n[02:15.94] I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n[02:17.24] I can run up in your spot\n[02:18.81] All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n[02:22.05] Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n[02:25.08] The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n[02:29.14] Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n[02:31.87] 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n[02:35.35] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n[02:38.79] Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n[02:42.32] Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n[02:45.36] Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n[02:48.97] Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n[02:52.25] Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n[02:55.76] I'm gone\n[02:56.70] I'm thugged out\n[02:57.67] I was raised in the drug house\n[02:58.93] I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n[03:02.00] Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n[03:05.77] I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n[03:09.35] Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n[03:12.52] Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n[05:17.97] Hunnit off in a clip\n[05:19.19] (?)\n[05:20.39] Double barrel, double R on the grill\n[05:22.39] Diamond fangs in a grip\n[05:23.22] Johnny Dang got the drip\n[05:24.84] Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n[05:26.68] (?)\n[05:28.35] Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n[05:32.14] Nigga this is just a PSA\n[05:34.20] I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n[05:36.59] Pass the weed like a(?)\n[05:38.12] Niggas copy but I do get paid\n[05:39.58] Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n[05:41.25] I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n[05:42.62] Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n[05:44.11] 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n[05:45.82] 20 haters thats 20 graves\n[05:47.69] Beat the case like MMA\n[05:49.37] Run the club like some (?)\n[05:51.25] (?) to this silence\n[05:52.84] I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n[05:54.31] Run your mouth you got some mileage\n[05:56.05] Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n[05:57.80] Take me out the worst way\n[06:01.68] Apocalypse on my birthday\n[06:03.16] When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n[06:06.18] For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n[06:10.04] Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n[06:13.58] And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n[06:16.92] What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n[06:18.35] At gunpoint make you recite me\n[06:20.36] I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n[06:23.31] Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n[06:26.65] I'm in that house like a home\n[06:28.05] Invasion because your family need a renovation\n[06:29.83] Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n[06:33.68] I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n[06:36.74] Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n[06:40.69] I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n[06:43.82] (?) hang with villains too\n[06:46.04] Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n[06:47.68] Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n[06:48.95] Bullet holes your guts boil\n[06:50.73] King of nothing, Fuck royal\n[06:52.33] There will be blood, I struck oil\n[06:55.28] What I'm Freddy Kruger\n[06:57.75] Lex Luthor\n[06:58.85] Chad Kroeger\n[07:00.17] The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n[07:03.12] Sippin' Boocha\n[07:04.61] Your boo (?)\n[07:05.71] Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n[07:09.44] I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n[07:11.86] You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n[07:15.32] I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n[07:18.82] Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n[07:22.13] I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n[07:25.51] And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n[07:29.27] I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n[07:32.72] You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n[07:35.73] The hatchet been chopping for years\n[07:37.63] I flex on all of my peers\n[07:39.58] So high I be poppin' your ears\n[07:41.65] You rocking a toilet career\n[07:43.19] You bust to a brush in a mirror\n[07:44.64] You flush and your fans disappear\n[07:46.59] Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n[07:48.17] Left out in the sun for a year\n[07:49.78] Traitor's scowling\n[07:50.98] Red moon howling\n[07:52.00] Decades deep stomach still growling\n[07:53.53] Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n[07:56.07] Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n[07:57.46] But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n[07:59.46] But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n[08:03.31] With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n[08:04.94] Walla-walla bing bing\n[08:05.72] Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n[08:06.97] Six Six Fivin'\n[08:08.11] Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n[08:10.15] ICP THANG\n[08:12.08] ICP THANG\n[08:13.23] ICP THANG\n[08:14.69] ICP THANG ICP THANG\n[08:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8 Ways to Die\n  artist: Insane Clown Posse\n  album: 8 Ways to Die\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  start_ms: 920\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: Hottest in the game\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 9180\n- text: Respect that (respect that)\n  start_ms: 9180\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: 8 ways to die\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: 4 in the morning\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: My life's important man\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47810\n- text: I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  start_ms: 47810\n  end_ms: 50670\n- text: Never scared to pull something out of\n  start_ms: 50670\n  end_ms: 53130\n- text: My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  start_ms: 53130\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57710\n- text: Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  start_ms: 57710\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 64120\n- text: S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  start_ms: 64120\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Premo\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Woooo! (?)\n  start_ms: 76350\n  end_ms: 77110\n- text: Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  start_ms: 77110\n  end_ms: 81370\n- text: It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  start_ms: 81370\n  end_ms: 84620\n- text: It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  start_ms: 84620\n  end_ms: 88190\n- text: Hit that 5th and chug\n  start_ms: 88190\n  end_ms: 89330\n- text: (?) meth buzz\n  start_ms: 89330\n  end_ms: 91420\n- text: So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n  start_ms: 91420\n  end_ms: 95270\n- text: I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  start_ms: 95270\n  end_ms: 97590\n- text: I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  start_ms: 97590\n  end_ms: 101700\n- text: I got lots of haters\n  start_ms: 101700\n  end_ms: 103310\n- text: I'm always counting paper\n  start_ms: 103310\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: My shoes are made from an alligator\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: I don't sell no re-rock\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 110400\n- text: I don't rock no g-shock\n  start_ms: 110400\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: What do you want? 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DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? 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important man\n  I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  Never scared to pull something out of\n  My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  Premo\n  Woooo! (?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? 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Yeah! 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DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? 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(?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? Yeah! 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DJ PAUL!\nHunnit off in a clip\n(?)\nDouble barrel, double R on the grill\nDiamond fangs in a grip\nJohnny Dang got the drip\nSmoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n(?)\nRubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\nNigga this is just a PSA\nI'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\nPass the weed like a(?)\nNiggas copy but I do get paid\nSurf's up tryna ride this wave\nI got pocket rockets and some knotted\nWallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n20 haters thats 20 graves\nBeat the case like MMA\nRun the club like some (?)\n(?) to this silence\nI'm colorblind til' I get violent\nRun your mouth you got some mileage\nFeature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\nTake me out the worst way\nApocalypse on my birthday\nWhen you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\nFor your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\nStimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\nAnd lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\nWhat's in my hands? Ain't my ID\nAt gunpoint make you recite me\nI see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\nBecause I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\nI'm in that house like a home\nInvasion because your family need a renovation\nSay ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\nI'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\nEvil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\nI'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n(?) hang with villains too\nDeath is here I'm feeling cruel\nBurnt flesh thats brand loyal\nBullet holes your guts boil\nKing of nothing, Fuck royal\nThere will be blood, I struck oil\n\nWhat I'm Freddy Kruger\nLex Luthor\nChad Kroeger\nThe dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\nSippin' Boocha\nYour boo (?)\nCause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\nI'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\nYou'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\nI'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\nPut so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\nI blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\nAnd me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\nI'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\nYou'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\nThe hatchet been chopping for years\nI flex on all of my peers\nSo high I be poppin' your ears\nYou rocking a toilet career\nYou bust to a brush in a mirror\nYou flush and your fans disappear\nYour stacks are like flat as a beer\nLeft out in the sun for a year\nTraitor's scowling\nRed moon howling\nDecades deep stomach still growling\nElbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\nTil' your Momma threw the towel in\nBut I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\nBut my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\nWith that shing-shing-shing-shing\nWalla-walla bing bing\nZoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\nSix Six Fivin'\nBig dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG ICP THANG","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n[00:03.92] 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n[00:06.98] Hottest in the game\n[00:09.18] Respect that (respect that)\n[00:12.34] 8 ways to die\n[00:16.16] Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n[00:26.45] DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n[00:41.34] 4 in the morning\n[00:43.20] Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n[00:46.16] My life's important man\n[00:47.81] I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n[00:50.67] Never scared to pull something out of\n[00:53.13] My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n[00:54.78] Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n[00:57.71] Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n[01:01.04] Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n[01:04.12] S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n[01:07.51] Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n[01:11.16] Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n[01:15.46] Premo\n[01:16.35] Woooo! (?)\n[01:17.11] Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n[01:21.37] It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n[01:24.62] It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n[01:28.19] Hit that 5th and chug\n[01:29.33] (?) meth buzz\n[01:31.42] So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n[01:35.27] I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n[01:37.59] I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n[01:41.70] I got lots of haters\n[01:43.31] I'm always counting paper\n[01:45.02] My shoes are made from an alligator\n[01:49.02] I don't sell no re-rock\n[01:50.40] I don't rock no g-shock\n[01:52.09] I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n[01:54.76] What do you want? I got it all\n[01:57.16] I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n[01:58.74] She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n[02:01.91] You can fuck with me\n[02:06.57] You can fuck with me\n[02:09.61] You can fuck with me\n[02:13.42] You can fuck with me\n[02:15.94] I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n[02:17.24] I can run up in your spot\n[02:18.81] All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n[02:22.05] Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n[02:25.08] The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n[02:29.14] Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n[02:31.87] 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n[02:35.35] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n[02:38.79] Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n[02:42.32] Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n[02:45.36] Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n[02:48.97] Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n[02:52.25] Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n[02:55.76] I'm gone\n[02:56.70] I'm thugged out\n[02:57.67] I was raised in the drug house\n[02:58.93] I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n[03:02.00] Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n[03:05.77] I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n[03:09.35] Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n[03:12.52] Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n[05:17.97] Hunnit off in a clip\n[05:19.19] (?)\n[05:20.39] Double barrel, double R on the grill\n[05:22.39] Diamond fangs in a grip\n[05:23.22] Johnny Dang got the drip\n[05:24.84] Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n[05:26.68] (?)\n[05:28.35] Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n[05:32.14] Nigga this is just a PSA\n[05:34.20] I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n[05:36.59] Pass the weed like a(?)\n[05:38.12] Niggas copy but I do get paid\n[05:39.58] Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n[05:41.25] I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n[05:42.62] Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n[05:44.11] 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n[05:45.82] 20 haters thats 20 graves\n[05:47.69] Beat the case like MMA\n[05:49.37] Run the club like some (?)\n[05:51.25] (?) to this silence\n[05:52.84] I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n[05:54.31] Run your mouth you got some mileage\n[05:56.05] Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n[05:57.80] Take me out the worst way\n[06:01.68] Apocalypse on my birthday\n[06:03.16] When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n[06:06.18] For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n[06:10.04] Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n[06:13.58] And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n[06:16.92] What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n[06:18.35] At gunpoint make you recite me\n[06:20.36] I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n[06:23.31] Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n[06:26.65] I'm in that house like a home\n[06:28.05] Invasion because your family need a renovation\n[06:29.83] Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n[06:33.68] I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n[06:36.74] Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n[06:40.69] I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n[06:43.82] (?) hang with villains too\n[06:46.04] Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n[06:47.68] Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n[06:48.95] Bullet holes your guts boil\n[06:50.73] King of nothing, Fuck royal\n[06:52.33] There will be blood, I struck oil\n[06:55.28] What I'm Freddy Kruger\n[06:57.75] Lex Luthor\n[06:58.85] Chad Kroeger\n[07:00.17] The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n[07:03.12] Sippin' Boocha\n[07:04.61] Your boo (?)\n[07:05.71] Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n[07:09.44] I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n[07:11.86] You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n[07:15.32] I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n[07:18.82] Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n[07:22.13] I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n[07:25.51] And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n[07:29.27] I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n[07:32.72] You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n[07:35.73] The hatchet been chopping for years\n[07:37.63] I flex on all of my peers\n[07:39.58] So high I be poppin' your ears\n[07:41.65] You rocking a toilet career\n[07:43.19] You bust to a brush in a mirror\n[07:44.64] You flush and your fans disappear\n[07:46.59] Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n[07:48.17] Left out in the sun for a year\n[07:49.78] Traitor's scowling\n[07:50.98] Red moon howling\n[07:52.00] Decades deep stomach still growling\n[07:53.53] Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n[07:56.07] Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n[07:57.46] But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n[07:59.46] But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n[08:03.31] With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n[08:04.94] Walla-walla bing bing\n[08:05.72] Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n[08:06.97] Six Six Fivin'\n[08:08.11] Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n[08:10.15] ICP THANG\n[08:12.08] ICP THANG\n[08:13.23] ICP THANG\n[08:14.69] ICP THANG ICP THANG\n[08:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8 Ways to Die\n  artist: Insane Clown Posse, DJ Paul, Stitches\n  album: Insane Clown Posse Singles\n  duration_ms: 506448\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  start_ms: 920\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: Hottest in the game\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 9180\n- text: Respect that (respect that)\n  start_ms: 9180\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: 8 ways to die\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: 4 in the morning\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: My life's important man\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47810\n- text: I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  start_ms: 47810\n  end_ms: 50670\n- text: Never scared to pull something out of\n  start_ms: 50670\n  end_ms: 53130\n- text: My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  start_ms: 53130\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57710\n- text: Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  start_ms: 57710\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 64120\n- text: S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  start_ms: 64120\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Premo\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Woooo! 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I got it all\n  start_ms: 114760\n  end_ms: 117160\n- text: I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n  start_ms: 117160\n  end_ms: 118740\n- text: She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 118740\n  end_ms: 121910\n- text: You can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 121910\n  end_ms: 126570\n- text: You can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 126570\n  end_ms: 129610\n- text: You can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 129610\n  end_ms: 133420\n- text: You can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 133420\n  end_ms: 135940\n- text: I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n  start_ms: 135940\n  end_ms: 137240\n- text: I can run up in your spot\n  start_ms: 137240\n  end_ms: 138810\n- text: All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n  start_ms: 138810\n  end_ms: 142050\n- text: Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n  start_ms: 142050\n  end_ms: 145080\n- text: The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n  start_ms: 145080\n  end_ms: 149140\n- text: Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n  start_ms: 149140\n  end_ms: 151870\n- text: 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n  start_ms: 151870\n  end_ms: 155350\n- text: All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n  start_ms: 155350\n  end_ms: 158790\n- text: Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n  start_ms: 158790\n  end_ms: 162320\n- text: Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n  start_ms: 162320\n  end_ms: 165360\n- text: Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n  start_ms: 165360\n  end_ms: 168970\n- text: Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n  start_ms: 168970\n  end_ms: 172250\n- text: Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n  start_ms: 172250\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: I'm gone\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 176700\n- text: I'm thugged out\n  start_ms: 176700\n  end_ms: 177670\n- text: I was raised in the drug house\n  start_ms: 177670\n  end_ms: 178930\n- text: I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n  start_ms: 178930\n  end_ms: 182000\n- text: Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n  start_ms: 182000\n  end_ms: 185770\n- text: I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n  start_ms: 185770\n  end_ms: 189350\n- text: Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n  start_ms: 189350\n  end_ms: 192520\n- text: Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n  start_ms: 192520\n  end_ms: 195700\n- text: I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  start_ms: 195700\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 202110\n- text: I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  start_ms: 202110\n  end_ms: 206170\n- text: I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  start_ms: 206170\n  end_ms: 209710\n- text: I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  start_ms: 209710\n  end_ms: 212760\n- text: But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n  start_ms: 212760\n  end_ms: 216480\n- text: 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  start_ms: 216480\n  end_ms: 220290\n- text: I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  start_ms: 220290\n  end_ms: 223870\n- text: Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  start_ms: 223870\n  end_ms: 226300\n- text: A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  start_ms: 226300\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: With a nail gun\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231010\n- text: Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  start_ms: 231010\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235080\n- text: The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  start_ms: 235080\n  end_ms: 236700\n- text: Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  start_ms: 236700\n  end_ms: 239650\n- text: If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  start_ms: 239650\n  end_ms: 243050\n- text: I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  start_ms: 243050\n  end_ms: 245550\n- text: The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  start_ms: 245550\n  end_ms: 248450\n- text: I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  start_ms: 248450\n  end_ms: 249880\n- text: I might start humping your chick\n  start_ms: 249880\n  end_ms: 251520\n- text: I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  start_ms: 251520\n  end_ms: 253420\n- text: Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  start_ms: 253420\n  end_ms: 255430\n- text: Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n  start_ms: 255430\n  end_ms: 257880\n- text: Bring them raccs out\n  start_ms: 257880\n  end_ms: 259130\n- text: Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  start_ms: 259130\n  end_ms: 260710\n- text: Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  start_ms: 260710\n  end_ms: 262820\n- text: Sin City on blacc out\n  start_ms: 262820\n  end_ms: 264430\n- text: Extension cords in that trap house\n  start_ms: 264430\n  end_ms: 266590\n- text: We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  start_ms: 266590\n  end_ms: 270070\n- text: Talk that shit down\n  start_ms: 270070\n  end_ms: 271960\n- text: '\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"'\n  start_ms: 271960\n  end_ms: 273690\n- text: Say what?!?\n  start_ms: 273690\n  end_ms: 274540\n- text: 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  start_ms: 274540\n  end_ms: 276580\n- text: How bout that now?\n  start_ms: 276580\n  end_ms: 278660\n- text: 17 tat now\n  start_ms: 278660\n  end_ms: 280360\n- text: 17 raccs now\n  start_ms: 280360\n  end_ms: 282530\n- text: Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  start_ms: 282530\n  end_ms: 283950\n- text: Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  start_ms: 283950\n  end_ms: 287140\n- text: I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  start_ms: 287140\n  end_ms: 290800\n- text: You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  start_ms: 290800\n  end_ms: 294060\n- text: You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  start_ms: 294060\n  end_ms: 297880\n- text: Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  start_ms: 297880\n  end_ms: 300510\n- text: All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  start_ms: 300510\n  end_ms: 303280\n- text: What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  start_ms: 303280\n  end_ms: 306950\n- text: I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  start_ms: 306950\n  end_ms: 308810\n- text: Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  start_ms: 308810\n  end_ms: 310740\n- text: Ouija\n  start_ms: 310740\n  end_ms: 313710\n- text: MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n  start_ms: 376920\n  end_ms: 378350\n- text: At gunpoint make you recite me\n  start_ms: 378350\n  end_ms: 380360\n- text: I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n  start_ms: 380360\n  end_ms: 383310\n- text: Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n  start_ms: 383310\n  end_ms: 386650\n- text: I'm in that house like a home\n  start_ms: 386650\n  end_ms: 388050\n- text: Invasion because your family need a renovation\n  start_ms: 388050\n  end_ms: 389830\n- text: Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n  start_ms: 389830\n  end_ms: 393680\n- text: I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n  start_ms: 393680\n  end_ms: 396740\n- text: Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n  start_ms: 396740\n  end_ms: 400690\n- text: I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n  start_ms: 400690\n  end_ms: 403820\n- text: (?) hang with villains too\n  start_ms: 403820\n  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429440\n  end_ms: 431860\n- text: You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n  start_ms: 431860\n  end_ms: 435320\n- text: I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n  start_ms: 435320\n  end_ms: 438820\n- text: Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n  start_ms: 438820\n  end_ms: 442130\n- text: I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n  start_ms: 442130\n  end_ms: 445510\n- text: And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n  start_ms: 445510\n  end_ms: 449270\n- text: I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n  start_ms: 449270\n  end_ms: 452720\n- text: You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n  start_ms: 452720\n  end_ms: 455730\n- text: The hatchet been chopping for years\n  start_ms: 455730\n  end_ms: 457630\n- text: I flex on all of my peers\n  start_ms: 457630\n  end_ms: 459580\n- text: So high I be poppin' your ears\n  start_ms: 459580\n  end_ms: 461650\n- text: You rocking a toilet career\n  start_ms: 461650\n  end_ms: 463190\n- text: You bust to a brush in a mirror\n  start_ms: 463190\n  end_ms: 464640\n- text: You flush and your fans disappear\n  start_ms: 464640\n  end_ms: 466590\n- text: Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n  start_ms: 466590\n  end_ms: 468170\n- text: Left out in the sun for a year\n  start_ms: 468170\n  end_ms: 469780\n- text: Traitor's scowling\n  start_ms: 469780\n  end_ms: 470980\n- text: Red moon howling\n  start_ms: 470980\n  end_ms: 472000\n- text: Decades deep stomach still growling\n  start_ms: 472000\n  end_ms: 473530\n- text: Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n  start_ms: 473530\n  end_ms: 476070\n- text: Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n  start_ms: 476070\n  end_ms: 477460\n- text: But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n  start_ms: 477460\n  end_ms: 479460\n- text: But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n  start_ms: 479460\n  end_ms: 483310\n- text: With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n  start_ms: 483310\n  end_ms: 484940\n- text: Walla-walla bing bing\n  start_ms: 484940\n  end_ms: 485720\n- text: Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n  start_ms: 485720\n  end_ms: 486970\n- text: Six Six Fivin'\n  start_ms: 486970\n  end_ms: 488110\n- text: Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n  start_ms: 488110\n  end_ms: 490150\n- text: ICP THANG\n  start_ms: 490150\n  end_ms: 492080\n- text: ICP THANG\n  start_ms: 492080\n  end_ms: 493230\n- text: ICP THANG\n  start_ms: 493230\n  end_ms: 494690\n- text: ICP THANG ICP THANG\n  start_ms: 494690\n  end_ms: 496050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 496050\nplain: |-\n  Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  Hottest in the game\n  Respect that (respect that)\n  8 ways to die\n  Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n\n  4 in the morning\n  Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  My life's important man\n  I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  Never scared to pull something out of\n  My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  Premo\n  Woooo! (?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? I got it all\n  I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n  She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n  I can run up in your spot\n  All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n  Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n  The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\n  Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n  8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n  All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n  Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n  Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n  Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n  Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n  Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n  I'm gone\n  I'm thugged out\n  I was raised in the drug house\n  I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n  Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n  I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n  Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n  Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n  I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n  8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  With a nail gun\n  Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  I might start humping your chick\n  I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\n  Bring them raccs out\n  Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  Sin City on blacc out\n  Extension cords in that trap house\n  We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  Talk that shit down\n  \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n  Say what?!?\n  30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  How bout that now?\n  17 tat now\n  17 raccs now\n  Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  Ouija\n\n  MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n  At gunpoint make you recite me\n  I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n  Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n  I'm in that house like a home\n  Invasion because your family need a renovation\n  Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n  I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n  Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n  I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n  (?) hang with villains too\n  Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n  Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n  Bullet holes your guts boil\n  King of nothing, Fuck royal\n  There will be blood, I struck oil\n\n  What I'm Freddy Kruger\n  Lex Luthor\n  Chad Kroeger\n  The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n  Sippin' Boocha\n  Your boo (?)\n  Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n  I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n  You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n  I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n  Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n  I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n  And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n  I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n  You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n  The hatchet been chopping for years\n  I flex on all of my peers\n  So high I be poppin' your ears\n  You rocking a toilet career\n  You bust to a brush in a mirror\n  You flush and your fans disappear\n  Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n  Left out in the sun for a year\n  Traitor's scowling\n  Red moon howling\n  Decades deep stomach still growling\n  Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n  Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n  But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n  But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n  With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n  Walla-walla bing bing\n  Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n  Six Six Fivin'\n  Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG ICP THANG\n"},{"id":16525576,"name":"8 Ways to Die","trackName":"8 Ways to Die","artistName":"Insane Clown Posse\u0000DJ Paul\u0000Stitches","albumName":"8 Ways to Die","duration":506.462041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n28 motherfucking years (28 years)\nHottest in the game\nRespect that (respect that)\n8 ways to die\nViolent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\nDJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n\n4 in the morning\nLightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\nMy life's important man\nI don't mean shit to nobody especially you\nNever scared to pull something out of\nMy waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\nLay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\nBetter have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\nBring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\nS dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\nCause your nightmares they my wet dreams\nFucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\nPremo\nWoooo! (?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\nI'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\nI never get it twiztid Mo-Town\nI come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\nI beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\nI spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\nBut still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\nI walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\nJust killing anyone thats happy you alive\nA few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\nWith a nail gun\nMotherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\nMac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\nThe middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\nEverybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\nIf you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\nI'm with that dark juggalo clique\nThe Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\nI got a dick hard buffalo dick\nI might start humping your chick\nI'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\nYour mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\nSticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\nBring them raccs out\nSucca brain bout to get splat now\nBring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\nSin City on blacc out\nExtension cords in that trap house\nWe done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\nTalk that shit down\n\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\nSay what?!?\n30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\nHow bout that now?\n17 tat now\n17 raccs now\nShawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\nLet them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\nI pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\nYou can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\nYou can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\nHol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\nAll you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\nWhat's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\nI can be stepping on all over these rapper\nNeccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\nOuija\n\nMAFIA! DJ PAUL!\nHunnit off in a clip\n(?)\nDouble barrel, double R on the grill\nDiamond fangs in a grip\nJohnny Dang got the drip\nSmoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n(?)\nRubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\nNigga this is just a PSA\nI'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\nPass the weed like a(?)\nNiggas copy but I do get paid\nSurf's up tryna ride this wave\nI got pocket rockets and some knotted\nWallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n20 haters thats 20 graves\nBeat the case like MMA\nRun the club like some (?)\n(?) to this silence\nI'm colorblind til' I get violent\nRun your mouth you got some mileage\nFeature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\nTake me out the worst way\nApocalypse on my birthday\nWhen you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\nFor your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\nStimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\nAnd lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\nWhat's in my hands? Ain't my ID\nAt gunpoint make you recite me\nI see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\nBecause I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\nI'm in that house like a home\nInvasion because your family need a renovation\nSay ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\nI'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\nEvil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\nI'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n(?) hang with villains too\nDeath is here I'm feeling cruel\nBurnt flesh thats brand loyal\nBullet holes your guts boil\nKing of nothing, Fuck royal\nThere will be blood, I struck oil\n\nWhat I'm Freddy Kruger\nLex Luthor\nChad Kroeger\nThe dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\nSippin' Boocha\nYour boo (?)\nCause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\nI'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\nYou'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\nI'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\nPut so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\nI blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\nAnd me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\nI'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\nYou'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\nThe hatchet been chopping for years\nI flex on all of my peers\nSo high I be poppin' your ears\nYou rocking a toilet career\nYou bust to a brush in a mirror\nYou flush and your fans disappear\nYour stacks are like flat as a beer\nLeft out in the sun for a year\nTraitor's scowling\nRed moon howling\nDecades deep stomach still growling\nElbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\nTil' your Momma threw the towel in\nBut I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\nBut my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\nWith that shing-shing-shing-shing\nWalla-walla bing bing\nZoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\nSix Six Fivin'\nBig dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG ICP THANG","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n[00:03.92] 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n[00:06.98] Hottest in the game\n[00:09.18] Respect that (respect that)\n[00:12.34] 8 ways to die\n[00:16.16] Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n[00:26.45] DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n[00:41.34] 4 in the morning\n[00:43.20] Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n[00:46.16] My life's important man\n[00:47.81] I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n[00:50.67] Never scared to pull something out of\n[00:53.13] My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n[00:54.78] Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n[00:57.71] Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n[01:01.04] Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n[01:04.12] S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n[01:07.51] Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n[01:11.16] Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n[01:15.46] Premo\n[01:16.35] Woooo! (?)\n[01:17.11] Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n[01:21.37] It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n[01:24.62] It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n[01:28.19] Hit that 5th and chug\n[01:29.33] (?) meth buzz\n[01:31.42] So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n[01:35.27] I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n[01:37.59] I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n[01:41.70] I got lots of haters\n[01:43.31] I'm always counting paper\n[01:45.02] My shoes are made from an alligator\n[01:49.02] I don't sell no re-rock\n[01:50.40] I don't rock no g-shock\n[01:52.09] I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n[01:54.76] What do you want? I got it all\n[01:57.16] I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n[01:58.74] She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n[02:01.91] You can fuck with me\n[02:06.57] You can fuck with me\n[02:09.61] You can fuck with me\n[02:13.42] You can fuck with me\n[02:15.94] I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n[02:17.24] I can run up in your spot\n[02:18.81] All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n[02:22.05] Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n[02:25.08] The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n[02:29.14] Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n[02:31.87] 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n[02:35.35] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n[02:38.79] Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n[02:42.32] Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n[02:45.36] Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n[02:48.97] Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n[02:52.25] Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n[02:55.76] I'm gone\n[02:56.70] I'm thugged out\n[02:57.67] I was raised in the drug house\n[02:58.93] I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n[03:02.00] Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n[03:05.77] I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n[03:09.35] Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n[03:12.52] Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n[05:17.97] Hunnit off in a clip\n[05:19.19] (?)\n[05:20.39] Double barrel, double R on the grill\n[05:22.39] Diamond fangs in a grip\n[05:23.22] Johnny Dang got the drip\n[05:24.84] Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n[05:26.68] (?)\n[05:28.35] Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n[05:32.14] Nigga this is just a PSA\n[05:34.20] I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n[05:36.59] Pass the weed like a(?)\n[05:38.12] Niggas copy but I do get paid\n[05:39.58] Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n[05:41.25] I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n[05:42.62] Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n[05:44.11] 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n[05:45.82] 20 haters thats 20 graves\n[05:47.69] Beat the case like MMA\n[05:49.37] Run the club like some (?)\n[05:51.25] (?) to this silence\n[05:52.84] I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n[05:54.31] Run your mouth you got some mileage\n[05:56.05] Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n[05:57.80] Take me out the worst way\n[06:01.68] Apocalypse on my birthday\n[06:03.16] When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n[06:06.18] For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n[06:10.04] Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n[06:13.58] And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n[06:16.92] What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n[06:18.35] At gunpoint make you recite me\n[06:20.36] I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n[06:23.31] Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n[06:26.65] I'm in that house like a home\n[06:28.05] Invasion because your family need a renovation\n[06:29.83] Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n[06:33.68] I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n[06:36.74] Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n[06:40.69] I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n[06:43.82] (?) hang with villains too\n[06:46.04] Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n[06:47.68] Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n[06:48.95] Bullet holes your guts boil\n[06:50.73] King of nothing, Fuck royal\n[06:52.33] There will be blood, I struck oil\n[06:55.28] What I'm Freddy Kruger\n[06:57.75] Lex Luthor\n[06:58.85] Chad Kroeger\n[07:00.17] The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n[07:03.12] Sippin' Boocha\n[07:04.61] Your boo (?)\n[07:05.71] Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n[07:09.44] I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n[07:11.86] You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n[07:15.32] I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n[07:18.82] Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n[07:22.13] I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n[07:25.51] And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n[07:29.27] I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n[07:32.72] You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n[07:35.73] The hatchet been chopping for years\n[07:37.63] I flex on all of my peers\n[07:39.58] So high I be poppin' your ears\n[07:41.65] You rocking a toilet career\n[07:43.19] You bust to a brush in a mirror\n[07:44.64] You flush and your fans disappear\n[07:46.59] Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n[07:48.17] Left out in the sun for a year\n[07:49.78] Traitor's scowling\n[07:50.98] Red moon howling\n[07:52.00] Decades deep stomach still growling\n[07:53.53] Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n[07:56.07] Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n[07:57.46] But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n[07:59.46] But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n[08:03.31] With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n[08:04.94] Walla-walla bing bing\n[08:05.72] Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n[08:06.97] Six Six Fivin'\n[08:08.11] Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n[08:10.15] ICP THANG\n[08:12.08] ICP THANG\n[08:13.23] ICP THANG\n[08:14.69] ICP THANG ICP THANG\n[08:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8 Ways to Die\n  artist: \"Insane Clown Posse\\0DJ Paul\\0Stitches\"\n  album: 8 Ways to Die\n  duration_ms: 506462\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  start_ms: 920\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: Hottest in the game\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 9180\n- text: Respect that (respect that)\n  start_ms: 9180\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: 8 ways to die\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: 4 in the morning\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: My life's important man\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47810\n- text: I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  start_ms: 47810\n  end_ms: 50670\n- text: Never scared to pull something out of\n  start_ms: 50670\n  end_ms: 53130\n- text: My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  start_ms: 53130\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57710\n- text: Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  start_ms: 57710\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 64120\n- text: S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  start_ms: 64120\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Premo\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Woooo! (?)\n  start_ms: 76350\n  end_ms: 77110\n- text: Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  start_ms: 77110\n  end_ms: 81370\n- text: It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  start_ms: 81370\n  end_ms: 84620\n- text: It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  start_ms: 84620\n  end_ms: 88190\n- text: Hit that 5th and chug\n  start_ms: 88190\n  end_ms: 89330\n- text: (?) meth buzz\n  start_ms: 89330\n  end_ms: 91420\n- text: So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n  start_ms: 91420\n  end_ms: 95270\n- text: I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  start_ms: 95270\n  end_ms: 97590\n- text: I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  start_ms: 97590\n  end_ms: 101700\n- text: I got lots of haters\n  start_ms: 101700\n  end_ms: 103310\n- text: I'm always counting paper\n  start_ms: 103310\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: My shoes are made from an alligator\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: I don't sell no re-rock\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 110400\n- text: I don't rock no g-shock\n  start_ms: 110400\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: What do you want? 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DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? 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(?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? 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DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? 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(?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? 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Shoot him in his head!\nI'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\nI never get it twiztid Mo-Town\nI come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\nI beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\nI spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\nBut still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\nI walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\nJust killing anyone thats happy you alive\nA few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\nWith a nail gun\nMotherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\nMac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\nThe middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\nEverybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\nIf you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\nI'm with that dark juggalo clique\nThe Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\nI got a dick hard buffalo dick\nI might start humping your chick\nI'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\nYour mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\nSticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\nBring them raccs out\nSucca brain bout to get splat now\nBring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\nSin City on blacc out\nExtension cords in that trap house\nWe done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\nTalk that shit down\n\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\nSay what?!?\n30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\nHow bout that now?\n17 tat now\n17 raccs now\nShawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\nLet them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\nI pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\nYou can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\nYou can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\nHol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\nAll you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\nWhat's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\nI can be stepping on all over these rapper\nNeccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\nOuija\n\nMAFIA! DJ PAUL!\nHunnit off in a clip\n(?)\nDouble barrel, double R on the grill\nDiamond fangs in a grip\nJohnny Dang got the drip\nSmoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n(?)\nRubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\nNigga this is just a PSA\nI'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\nPass the weed like a(?)\nNiggas copy but I do get paid\nSurf's up tryna ride this wave\nI got pocket rockets and some knotted\nWallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n20 haters thats 20 graves\nBeat the case like MMA\nRun the club like some (?)\n(?) to this silence\nI'm colorblind til' I get violent\nRun your mouth you got some mileage\nFeature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\nTake me out the worst way\nApocalypse on my birthday\nWhen you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\nFor your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\nStimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\nAnd lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\nWhat's in my hands? 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I got it all\n[01:57.16] I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n[01:58.74] She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n[02:01.91] You can fuck with me\n[02:06.57] You can fuck with me\n[02:09.61] You can fuck with me\n[02:13.42] You can fuck with me\n[02:15.94] I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n[02:17.24] I can run up in your spot\n[02:18.81] All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n[02:22.05] Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n[02:25.08] The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n[02:29.14] Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n[02:31.87] 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n[02:35.35] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n[02:38.79] Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n[02:42.32] Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n[02:45.36] Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n[02:48.97] Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n[02:52.25] Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n[02:55.76] I'm gone\n[02:56.70] I'm thugged out\n[02:57.67] I was raised in the drug house\n[02:58.93] I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n[03:02.00] Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n[03:05.77] I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n[03:09.35] Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n[03:12.52] Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n[05:17.97] Hunnit off in a clip\n[05:19.19] (?)\n[05:20.39] Double barrel, double R on the grill\n[05:22.39] Diamond fangs in a grip\n[05:23.22] Johnny Dang got the drip\n[05:24.84] Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n[05:26.68] (?)\n[05:28.35] Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n[05:32.14] Nigga this is just a PSA\n[05:34.20] I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n[05:36.59] Pass the weed like a(?)\n[05:38.12] Niggas copy but I do get paid\n[05:39.58] Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n[05:41.25] I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n[05:42.62] Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n[05:44.11] 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n[05:45.82] 20 haters thats 20 graves\n[05:47.69] Beat the case like MMA\n[05:49.37] Run the club like some (?)\n[05:51.25] (?) to this silence\n[05:52.84] I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n[05:54.31] Run your mouth you got some mileage\n[05:56.05] Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n[05:57.80] Take me out the worst way\n[06:01.68] Apocalypse on my birthday\n[06:03.16] When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n[06:06.18] For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n[06:10.04] Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n[06:13.58] And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n[06:16.92] What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n[06:18.35] At gunpoint make you recite me\n[06:20.36] I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n[06:23.31] Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n[06:26.65] I'm in that house like a home\n[06:28.05] Invasion because your family need a renovation\n[06:29.83] Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n[06:33.68] I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n[06:36.74] Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n[06:40.69] I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n[06:43.82] (?) hang with villains too\n[06:46.04] Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n[06:47.68] Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n[06:48.95] Bullet holes your guts boil\n[06:50.73] King of nothing, Fuck royal\n[06:52.33] There will be blood, I struck oil\n[06:55.28] What I'm Freddy Kruger\n[06:57.75] Lex Luthor\n[06:58.85] Chad Kroeger\n[07:00.17] The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n[07:03.12] Sippin' Boocha\n[07:04.61] Your boo (?)\n[07:05.71] Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n[07:09.44] I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n[07:11.86] You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n[07:15.32] I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n[07:18.82] Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n[07:22.13] I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n[07:25.51] And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n[07:29.27] I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n[07:32.72] You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n[07:35.73] The hatchet been chopping for years\n[07:37.63] I flex on all of my peers\n[07:39.58] So high I be poppin' your ears\n[07:41.65] You rocking a toilet career\n[07:43.19] You bust to a brush in a mirror\n[07:44.64] You flush and your fans disappear\n[07:46.59] Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n[07:48.17] Left out in the sun for a year\n[07:49.78] Traitor's scowling\n[07:50.98] Red moon howling\n[07:52.00] Decades deep stomach still growling\n[07:53.53] Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n[07:56.07] Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n[07:57.46] But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n[07:59.46] But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n[08:03.31] With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n[08:04.94] Walla-walla bing bing\n[08:05.72] Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n[08:06.97] Six Six Fivin'\n[08:08.11] Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n[08:10.15] ICP THANG\n[08:12.08] ICP THANG\n[08:13.23] ICP THANG\n[08:14.69] ICP THANG ICP THANG\n[08:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8 Ways to Die\n  artist: Insane Clown Posse,DJ Paul,Stitches\n  album: 8 Ways to Die\n  duration_ms: 507533\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  start_ms: 920\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: Hottest in the game\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 9180\n- text: Respect that (respect that)\n  start_ms: 9180\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: 8 ways to die\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: 4 in the morning\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: My life's important man\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47810\n- text: I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  start_ms: 47810\n  end_ms: 50670\n- text: Never scared to pull something out of\n  start_ms: 50670\n  end_ms: 53130\n- text: My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  start_ms: 53130\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57710\n- text: Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  start_ms: 57710\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 64120\n- text: S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  start_ms: 64120\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Premo\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Woooo! (?)\n  start_ms: 76350\n  end_ms: 77110\n- text: Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  start_ms: 77110\n  end_ms: 81370\n- text: It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  start_ms: 81370\n  end_ms: 84620\n- text: It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  start_ms: 84620\n  end_ms: 88190\n- text: Hit that 5th and chug\n  start_ms: 88190\n  end_ms: 89330\n- text: (?) meth buzz\n  start_ms: 89330\n  end_ms: 91420\n- text: So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n  start_ms: 91420\n  end_ms: 95270\n- text: I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  start_ms: 95270\n  end_ms: 97590\n- text: I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  start_ms: 97590\n  end_ms: 101700\n- text: I got lots of haters\n  start_ms: 101700\n  end_ms: 103310\n- text: I'm always counting paper\n  start_ms: 103310\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: My shoes are made from an alligator\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: I don't sell no re-rock\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 110400\n- text: I don't rock no g-shock\n  start_ms: 110400\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: What do you want? 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DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? 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important man\n  I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  Never scared to pull something out of\n  My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  Premo\n  Woooo! (?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? 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DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? 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DJ Paul & Stitches","albumName":"8 Ways to Die","duration":506.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n28 motherfucking years (28 years)\nHottest in the game\nRespect that (respect that)\n8 ways to die\nViolent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\nDJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n\n4 in the morning\nLightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\nMy life's important man\nI don't mean shit to nobody especially you\nNever scared to pull something out of\nMy waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\nLay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\nBetter have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\nBring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\nS dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\nCause your nightmares they my wet dreams\nFucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\nPremo\nWoooo! (?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? Yeah! 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DJ PAUL!\nHunnit off in a clip\n(?)\nDouble barrel, double R on the grill\nDiamond fangs in a grip\nJohnny Dang got the drip\nSmoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n(?)\nRubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\nNigga this is just a PSA\nI'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\nPass the weed like a(?)\nNiggas copy but I do get paid\nSurf's up tryna ride this wave\nI got pocket rockets and some knotted\nWallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n20 haters thats 20 graves\nBeat the case like MMA\nRun the club like some (?)\n(?) to this silence\nI'm colorblind til' I get violent\nRun your mouth you got some mileage\nFeature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\nTake me out the worst way\nApocalypse on my birthday\nWhen you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\nFor your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\nStimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\nAnd lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\nWhat's in my hands? Ain't my ID\nAt gunpoint make you recite me\nI see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\nBecause I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\nI'm in that house like a home\nInvasion because your family need a renovation\nSay ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\nI'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\nEvil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\nI'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n(?) hang with villains too\nDeath is here I'm feeling cruel\nBurnt flesh thats brand loyal\nBullet holes your guts boil\nKing of nothing, Fuck royal\nThere will be blood, I struck oil\n\nWhat I'm Freddy Kruger\nLex Luthor\nChad Kroeger\nThe dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\nSippin' Boocha\nYour boo (?)\nCause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\nI'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\nYou'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\nI'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\nPut so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\nI blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\nAnd me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\nI'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\nYou'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\nThe hatchet been chopping for years\nI flex on all of my peers\nSo high I be poppin' your ears\nYou rocking a toilet career\nYou bust to a brush in a mirror\nYou flush and your fans disappear\nYour stacks are like flat as a beer\nLeft out in the sun for a year\nTraitor's scowling\nRed moon howling\nDecades deep stomach still growling\nElbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\nTil' your Momma threw the towel in\nBut I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\nBut my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\nWith that shing-shing-shing-shing\nWalla-walla bing bing\nZoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\nSix Six Fivin'\nBig dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG ICP THANG","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n[00:03.92] 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n[00:06.98] Hottest in the game\n[00:09.18] Respect that (respect that)\n[00:12.34] 8 ways to die\n[00:16.16] Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n[00:26.45] DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n[00:41.34] 4 in the morning\n[00:43.20] Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n[00:46.16] My life's important man\n[00:47.81] I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n[00:50.67] Never scared to pull something out of\n[00:53.13] My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n[00:54.78] Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n[00:57.71] Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n[01:01.04] Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n[01:04.12] S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n[01:07.51] Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n[01:11.16] Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n[01:15.46] Premo\n[01:16.35] Woooo! (?)\n[01:17.11] Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n[01:21.37] It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n[01:24.62] It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n[01:28.19] Hit that 5th and chug\n[01:29.33] (?) meth buzz\n[01:31.42] So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n[01:35.27] I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n[01:37.59] I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n[01:41.70] I got lots of haters\n[01:43.31] I'm always counting paper\n[01:45.02] My shoes are made from an alligator\n[01:49.02] I don't sell no re-rock\n[01:50.40] I don't rock no g-shock\n[01:52.09] I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n[01:54.76] What do you want? I got it all\n[01:57.16] I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n[01:58.74] She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n[02:01.91] You can fuck with me\n[02:06.57] You can fuck with me\n[02:09.61] You can fuck with me\n[02:13.42] You can fuck with me\n[02:15.94] I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n[02:17.24] I can run up in your spot\n[02:18.81] All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n[02:22.05] Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n[02:25.08] The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n[02:29.14] Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n[02:31.87] 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n[02:35.35] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n[02:38.79] Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n[02:42.32] Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n[02:45.36] Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n[02:48.97] Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n[02:52.25] Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n[02:55.76] I'm gone\n[02:56.70] I'm thugged out\n[02:57.67] I was raised in the drug house\n[02:58.93] I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n[03:02.00] Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n[03:05.77] I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n[03:09.35] Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n[03:12.52] Is his ass dead? 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Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! 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Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n  start_ms: 192520\n  end_ms: 195700\n- text: I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  start_ms: 195700\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 202110\n- text: I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  start_ms: 202110\n  end_ms: 206170\n- text: I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  start_ms: 206170\n  end_ms: 209710\n- text: I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  start_ms: 209710\n  end_ms: 212760\n- text: But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n  start_ms: 212760\n  end_ms: 216480\n- text: 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  start_ms: 216480\n  end_ms: 220290\n- text: I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  start_ms: 220290\n  end_ms: 223870\n- text: Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  start_ms: 223870\n  end_ms: 226300\n- text: A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  start_ms: 226300\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: With a nail gun\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231010\n- text: Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  start_ms: 231010\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235080\n- text: The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  start_ms: 235080\n  end_ms: 236700\n- text: Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  start_ms: 236700\n  end_ms: 239650\n- text: If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  start_ms: 239650\n  end_ms: 243050\n- text: I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  start_ms: 243050\n  end_ms: 245550\n- text: The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  start_ms: 245550\n  end_ms: 248450\n- text: I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  start_ms: 248450\n  end_ms: 249880\n- text: I might start humping your chick\n  start_ms: 249880\n  end_ms: 251520\n- text: I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  start_ms: 251520\n  end_ms: 253420\n- text: Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  start_ms: 253420\n  end_ms: 255430\n- text: Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n  start_ms: 255430\n  end_ms: 257880\n- text: Bring them raccs out\n  start_ms: 257880\n  end_ms: 259130\n- text: Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  start_ms: 259130\n  end_ms: 260710\n- text: Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  start_ms: 260710\n  end_ms: 262820\n- text: Sin City on blacc out\n  start_ms: 262820\n  end_ms: 264430\n- text: Extension cords in that trap house\n  start_ms: 264430\n  end_ms: 266590\n- text: We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  start_ms: 266590\n  end_ms: 270070\n- text: Talk that shit down\n  start_ms: 270070\n  end_ms: 271960\n- text: '\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"'\n  start_ms: 271960\n  end_ms: 273690\n- text: Say what?!?\n  start_ms: 273690\n  end_ms: 274540\n- text: 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  start_ms: 274540\n  end_ms: 276580\n- text: How bout that now?\n  start_ms: 276580\n  end_ms: 278660\n- text: 17 tat now\n  start_ms: 278660\n  end_ms: 280360\n- text: 17 raccs now\n  start_ms: 280360\n  end_ms: 282530\n- text: Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  start_ms: 282530\n  end_ms: 283950\n- text: Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  start_ms: 283950\n  end_ms: 287140\n- text: I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  start_ms: 287140\n  end_ms: 290800\n- text: You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  start_ms: 290800\n  end_ms: 294060\n- text: You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  start_ms: 294060\n  end_ms: 297880\n- text: Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  start_ms: 297880\n  end_ms: 300510\n- text: All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  start_ms: 300510\n  end_ms: 303280\n- text: What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  start_ms: 303280\n  end_ms: 306950\n- text: I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  start_ms: 306950\n  end_ms: 308810\n- text: Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  start_ms: 308810\n  end_ms: 310740\n- text: Ouija\n  start_ms: 310740\n  end_ms: 313710\n- text: MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n  start_ms: 376920\n  end_ms: 378350\n- text: At gunpoint make you recite me\n  start_ms: 378350\n  end_ms: 380360\n- text: I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n  start_ms: 380360\n  end_ms: 383310\n- text: Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n  start_ms: 383310\n  end_ms: 386650\n- text: I'm in that house like a home\n  start_ms: 386650\n  end_ms: 388050\n- text: Invasion because your family need a renovation\n  start_ms: 388050\n  end_ms: 389830\n- text: Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n  start_ms: 389830\n  end_ms: 393680\n- text: I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n  start_ms: 393680\n  end_ms: 396740\n- text: Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n  start_ms: 396740\n  end_ms: 400690\n- text: I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n  start_ms: 400690\n  end_ms: 403820\n- text: (?) hang with villains too\n  start_ms: 403820\n  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429440\n  end_ms: 431860\n- text: You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n  start_ms: 431860\n  end_ms: 435320\n- text: I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n  start_ms: 435320\n  end_ms: 438820\n- text: Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n  start_ms: 438820\n  end_ms: 442130\n- text: I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n  start_ms: 442130\n  end_ms: 445510\n- text: And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n  start_ms: 445510\n  end_ms: 449270\n- text: I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n  start_ms: 449270\n  end_ms: 452720\n- text: You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n  start_ms: 452720\n  end_ms: 455730\n- text: The hatchet been chopping for years\n  start_ms: 455730\n  end_ms: 457630\n- text: I flex on all of my peers\n  start_ms: 457630\n  end_ms: 459580\n- text: So high I be poppin' your ears\n  start_ms: 459580\n  end_ms: 461650\n- text: You rocking a toilet career\n  start_ms: 461650\n  end_ms: 463190\n- text: You bust to a brush in a mirror\n  start_ms: 463190\n  end_ms: 464640\n- text: You flush and your fans disappear\n  start_ms: 464640\n  end_ms: 466590\n- text: Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n  start_ms: 466590\n  end_ms: 468170\n- text: Left out in the sun for a year\n  start_ms: 468170\n  end_ms: 469780\n- text: Traitor's scowling\n  start_ms: 469780\n  end_ms: 470980\n- text: Red moon howling\n  start_ms: 470980\n  end_ms: 472000\n- text: Decades deep stomach still growling\n  start_ms: 472000\n  end_ms: 473530\n- text: Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n  start_ms: 473530\n  end_ms: 476070\n- text: Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n  start_ms: 476070\n  end_ms: 477460\n- text: But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n  start_ms: 477460\n  end_ms: 479460\n- text: But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n  start_ms: 479460\n  end_ms: 483310\n- text: With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n  start_ms: 483310\n  end_ms: 484940\n- text: Walla-walla bing bing\n  start_ms: 484940\n  end_ms: 485720\n- text: Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n  start_ms: 485720\n  end_ms: 486970\n- text: Six Six Fivin'\n  start_ms: 486970\n  end_ms: 488110\n- text: Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n  start_ms: 488110\n  end_ms: 490150\n- text: ICP THANG\n  start_ms: 490150\n  end_ms: 492080\n- text: ICP THANG\n  start_ms: 492080\n  end_ms: 493230\n- text: ICP THANG\n  start_ms: 493230\n  end_ms: 494690\n- text: ICP THANG ICP THANG\n  start_ms: 494690\n  end_ms: 496050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 496050\nplain: |-\n  Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  Hottest in the game\n  Respect that (respect that)\n  8 ways to die\n  Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n\n  4 in the morning\n  Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  My life's important man\n  I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  Never scared to pull something out of\n  My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  Premo\n  Woooo! (?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? I got it all\n  I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n  She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n  I can run up in your spot\n  All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n  Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n  The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\n  Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n  8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n  All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n  Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n  Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n  Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n  Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n  Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n  I'm gone\n  I'm thugged out\n  I was raised in the drug house\n  I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n  Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n  I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n  Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n  Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n  I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n  8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  With a nail gun\n  Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  I might start humping your chick\n  I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\n  Bring them raccs out\n  Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  Sin City on blacc out\n  Extension cords in that trap house\n  We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  Talk that shit down\n  \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n  Say what?!?\n  30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  How bout that now?\n  17 tat now\n  17 raccs now\n  Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  Ouija\n\n  MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n  At gunpoint make you recite me\n  I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n  Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n  I'm in that house like a home\n  Invasion because your family need a renovation\n  Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n  I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n  Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n  I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n  (?) hang with villains too\n  Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n  Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n  Bullet holes your guts boil\n  King of nothing, Fuck royal\n  There will be blood, I struck oil\n\n  What I'm Freddy Kruger\n  Lex Luthor\n  Chad Kroeger\n  The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n  Sippin' Boocha\n  Your boo (?)\n  Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n  I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n  You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n  I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n  Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n  I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n  And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n  I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n  You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n  The hatchet been chopping for years\n  I flex on all of my peers\n  So high I be poppin' your ears\n  You rocking a toilet career\n  You bust to a brush in a mirror\n  You flush and your fans disappear\n  Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n  Left out in the sun for a year\n  Traitor's scowling\n  Red moon howling\n  Decades deep stomach still growling\n  Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n  Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n  But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n  But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n  With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n  Walla-walla bing bing\n  Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n  Six Six Fivin'\n  Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG ICP THANG\n"},{"id":10433436,"name":"8 Ways to Die","trackName":"8 Ways to Die","artistName":"Insane Clown Posse, DJ Paul & Stitches","albumName":"8 Ways to Die - Single","duration":506.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n28 motherfucking years (28 years)\nHottest in the game\nRespect that (respect that)\n8 ways to die\nViolent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\nDJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n\n4 in the morning\nLightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\nMy life's important man\nI don't mean shit to nobody especially you\nNever scared to pull something out of\nMy waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\nLay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\nBetter have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\nBring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\nS dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\nCause your nightmares they my wet dreams\nFucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\nPremo\nWoooo! (?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\nI'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\nI never get it twiztid Mo-Town\nI come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\nI beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\nI spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\nBut still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\nI walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\nJust killing anyone thats happy you alive\nA few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\nWith a nail gun\nMotherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\nMac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\nThe middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\nEverybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\nIf you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\nI'm with that dark juggalo clique\nThe Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\nI got a dick hard buffalo dick\nI might start humping your chick\nI'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\nYour mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\nSticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\nBring them raccs out\nSucca brain bout to get splat now\nBring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\nSin City on blacc out\nExtension cords in that trap house\nWe done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\nTalk that shit down\n\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\nSay what?!?\n30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\nHow bout that now?\n17 tat now\n17 raccs now\nShawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\nLet them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\nI pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\nYou can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\nYou can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\nHol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\nAll you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\nWhat's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\nI can be stepping on all over these rapper\nNeccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\nOuija\n\nMAFIA! DJ PAUL!\nHunnit off in a clip\n(?)\nDouble barrel, double R on the grill\nDiamond fangs in a grip\nJohnny Dang got the drip\nSmoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n(?)\nRubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\nNigga this is just a PSA\nI'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\nPass the weed like a(?)\nNiggas copy but I do get paid\nSurf's up tryna ride this wave\nI got pocket rockets and some knotted\nWallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n20 haters thats 20 graves\nBeat the case like MMA\nRun the club like some (?)\n(?) to this silence\nI'm colorblind til' I get violent\nRun your mouth you got some mileage\nFeature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\nTake me out the worst way\nApocalypse on my birthday\nWhen you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\nFor your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\nStimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\nAnd lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\nWhat's in my hands? Ain't my ID\nAt gunpoint make you recite me\nI see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\nBecause I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\nI'm in that house like a home\nInvasion because your family need a renovation\nSay ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\nI'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\nEvil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\nI'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n(?) hang with villains too\nDeath is here I'm feeling cruel\nBurnt flesh thats brand loyal\nBullet holes your guts boil\nKing of nothing, Fuck royal\nThere will be blood, I struck oil\n\nWhat I'm Freddy Kruger\nLex Luthor\nChad Kroeger\nThe dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\nSippin' Boocha\nYour boo (?)\nCause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\nI'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\nYou'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\nI'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\nPut so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\nI blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\nAnd me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\nI'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\nYou'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\nThe hatchet been chopping for years\nI flex on all of my peers\nSo high I be poppin' your ears\nYou rocking a toilet career\nYou bust to a brush in a mirror\nYou flush and your fans disappear\nYour stacks are like flat as a beer\nLeft out in the sun for a year\nTraitor's scowling\nRed moon howling\nDecades deep stomach still growling\nElbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\nTil' your Momma threw the towel in\nBut I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\nBut my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\nWith that shing-shing-shing-shing\nWalla-walla bing bing\nZoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\nSix Six Fivin'\nBig dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG\nICP THANG ICP THANG","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n[00:03.92] 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n[00:06.98] Hottest in the game\n[00:09.18] Respect that (respect that)\n[00:12.34] 8 ways to die\n[00:16.16] Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n[00:26.45] DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n[00:41.34] 4 in the morning\n[00:43.20] Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n[00:46.16] My life's important man\n[00:47.81] I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n[00:50.67] Never scared to pull something out of\n[00:53.13] My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n[00:54.78] Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n[00:57.71] Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n[01:01.04] Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n[01:04.12] S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n[01:07.51] Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n[01:11.16] Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n[01:15.46] Premo\n[01:16.35] Woooo! (?)\n[01:17.11] Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n[01:21.37] It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n[01:24.62] It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n[01:28.19] Hit that 5th and chug\n[01:29.33] (?) meth buzz\n[01:31.42] So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n[01:35.27] I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n[01:37.59] I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n[01:41.70] I got lots of haters\n[01:43.31] I'm always counting paper\n[01:45.02] My shoes are made from an alligator\n[01:49.02] I don't sell no re-rock\n[01:50.40] I don't rock no g-shock\n[01:52.09] I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n[01:54.76] What do you want? I got it all\n[01:57.16] I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n[01:58.74] She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n[02:01.91] You can fuck with me\n[02:06.57] You can fuck with me\n[02:09.61] You can fuck with me\n[02:13.42] You can fuck with me\n[02:15.94] I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n[02:17.24] I can run up in your spot\n[02:18.81] All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n[02:22.05] Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n[02:25.08] The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n[02:29.14] Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n[02:31.87] 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n[02:35.35] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n[02:38.79] Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n[02:42.32] Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n[02:45.36] Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n[02:48.97] Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n[02:52.25] Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n[02:55.76] I'm gone\n[02:56.70] I'm thugged out\n[02:57.67] I was raised in the drug house\n[02:58.93] I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n[03:02.00] Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n[03:05.77] I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n[03:09.35] Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n[03:12.52] Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n[05:17.97] Hunnit off in a clip\n[05:19.19] (?)\n[05:20.39] Double barrel, double R on the grill\n[05:22.39] Diamond fangs in a grip\n[05:23.22] Johnny Dang got the drip\n[05:24.84] Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n[05:26.68] (?)\n[05:28.35] Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n[05:32.14] Nigga this is just a PSA\n[05:34.20] I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n[05:36.59] Pass the weed like a(?)\n[05:38.12] Niggas copy but I do get paid\n[05:39.58] Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n[05:41.25] I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n[05:42.62] Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n[05:44.11] 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n[05:45.82] 20 haters thats 20 graves\n[05:47.69] Beat the case like MMA\n[05:49.37] Run the club like some (?)\n[05:51.25] (?) to this silence\n[05:52.84] I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n[05:54.31] Run your mouth you got some mileage\n[05:56.05] Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n[05:57.80] Take me out the worst way\n[06:01.68] Apocalypse on my birthday\n[06:03.16] When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n[06:06.18] For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n[06:10.04] Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n[06:13.58] And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n[06:16.92] What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n[06:18.35] At gunpoint make you recite me\n[06:20.36] I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n[06:23.31] Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n[06:26.65] I'm in that house like a home\n[06:28.05] Invasion because your family need a renovation\n[06:29.83] Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n[06:33.68] I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n[06:36.74] Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n[06:40.69] I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n[06:43.82] (?) hang with villains too\n[06:46.04] Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n[06:47.68] Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n[06:48.95] Bullet holes your guts boil\n[06:50.73] King of nothing, Fuck royal\n[06:52.33] There will be blood, I struck oil\n[06:55.28] What I'm Freddy Kruger\n[06:57.75] Lex Luthor\n[06:58.85] Chad Kroeger\n[07:00.17] The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n[07:03.12] Sippin' Boocha\n[07:04.61] Your boo (?)\n[07:05.71] Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n[07:09.44] I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n[07:11.86] You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n[07:15.32] I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n[07:18.82] Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n[07:22.13] I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n[07:25.51] And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n[07:29.27] I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n[07:32.72] You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n[07:35.73] The hatchet been chopping for years\n[07:37.63] I flex on all of my peers\n[07:39.58] So high I be poppin' your ears\n[07:41.65] You rocking a toilet career\n[07:43.19] You bust to a brush in a mirror\n[07:44.64] You flush and your fans disappear\n[07:46.59] Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n[07:48.17] Left out in the sun for a year\n[07:49.78] Traitor's scowling\n[07:50.98] Red moon howling\n[07:52.00] Decades deep stomach still growling\n[07:53.53] Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n[07:56.07] Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n[07:57.46] But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n[07:59.46] But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n[08:03.31] With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n[08:04.94] Walla-walla bing bing\n[08:05.72] Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n[08:06.97] Six Six Fivin'\n[08:08.11] Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n[08:10.15] ICP THANG\n[08:12.08] ICP THANG\n[08:13.23] ICP THANG\n[08:14.69] ICP THANG ICP THANG\n[08:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8 Ways to Die\n  artist: Insane Clown Posse, DJ Paul & Stitches\n  album: 8 Ways to Die - Single\n  duration_ms: 506000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  start_ms: 920\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: Hottest in the game\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 9180\n- text: Respect that (respect that)\n  start_ms: 9180\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: 8 ways to die\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: 4 in the morning\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: My life's important man\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47810\n- text: I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  start_ms: 47810\n  end_ms: 50670\n- text: Never scared to pull something out of\n  start_ms: 50670\n  end_ms: 53130\n- text: My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  start_ms: 53130\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57710\n- text: Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  start_ms: 57710\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 64120\n- text: S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  start_ms: 64120\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Premo\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Woooo! (?)\n  start_ms: 76350\n  end_ms: 77110\n- text: Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  start_ms: 77110\n  end_ms: 81370\n- text: It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  start_ms: 81370\n  end_ms: 84620\n- text: It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  start_ms: 84620\n  end_ms: 88190\n- text: Hit that 5th and chug\n  start_ms: 88190\n  end_ms: 89330\n- text: (?) meth buzz\n  start_ms: 89330\n  end_ms: 91420\n- text: So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n  start_ms: 91420\n  end_ms: 95270\n- text: I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  start_ms: 95270\n  end_ms: 97590\n- text: I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  start_ms: 97590\n  end_ms: 101700\n- text: I got lots of haters\n  start_ms: 101700\n  end_ms: 103310\n- text: I'm always counting paper\n  start_ms: 103310\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: My shoes are made from an alligator\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: I don't sell no re-rock\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 110400\n- text: I don't rock no g-shock\n  start_ms: 110400\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: What do you want? I got it all\n  start_ms: 114760\n  end_ms: 117160\n- text: I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n  start_ms: 117160\n  end_ms: 118740\n- text: She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 118740\n  end_ms: 121910\n- text: You can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 121910\n  end_ms: 126570\n- text: You can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 126570\n  end_ms: 129610\n- text: You can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 129610\n  end_ms: 133420\n- text: You can fuck with me\n  start_ms: 133420\n  end_ms: 135940\n- text: I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n  start_ms: 135940\n  end_ms: 137240\n- text: I can run up in your spot\n  start_ms: 137240\n  end_ms: 138810\n- text: All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n  start_ms: 138810\n  end_ms: 142050\n- text: Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n  start_ms: 142050\n  end_ms: 145080\n- text: The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n  start_ms: 145080\n  end_ms: 149140\n- text: Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n  start_ms: 149140\n  end_ms: 151870\n- text: 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n  start_ms: 151870\n  end_ms: 155350\n- text: All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n  start_ms: 155350\n  end_ms: 158790\n- text: Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n  start_ms: 158790\n  end_ms: 162320\n- text: Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n  start_ms: 162320\n  end_ms: 165360\n- text: Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n  start_ms: 165360\n  end_ms: 168970\n- text: Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n  start_ms: 168970\n  end_ms: 172250\n- text: Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n  start_ms: 172250\n  end_ms: 175760\n- text: I'm gone\n  start_ms: 175760\n  end_ms: 176700\n- text: I'm thugged out\n  start_ms: 176700\n  end_ms: 177670\n- text: I was raised in the drug house\n  start_ms: 177670\n  end_ms: 178930\n- text: I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n  start_ms: 178930\n  end_ms: 182000\n- text: Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n  start_ms: 182000\n  end_ms: 185770\n- text: I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n  start_ms: 185770\n  end_ms: 189350\n- text: Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n  start_ms: 189350\n  end_ms: 192520\n- text: Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n  start_ms: 192520\n  end_ms: 195700\n- text: I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  start_ms: 195700\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 202110\n- text: I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  start_ms: 202110\n  end_ms: 206170\n- text: I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  start_ms: 206170\n  end_ms: 209710\n- text: I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  start_ms: 209710\n  end_ms: 212760\n- text: But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n  start_ms: 212760\n  end_ms: 216480\n- text: 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  start_ms: 216480\n  end_ms: 220290\n- text: I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  start_ms: 220290\n  end_ms: 223870\n- text: Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  start_ms: 223870\n  end_ms: 226300\n- text: A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  start_ms: 226300\n  end_ms: 229630\n- text: With a nail gun\n  start_ms: 229630\n  end_ms: 231010\n- text: Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  start_ms: 231010\n  end_ms: 233210\n- text: Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  start_ms: 233210\n  end_ms: 235080\n- text: The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  start_ms: 235080\n  end_ms: 236700\n- text: Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  start_ms: 236700\n  end_ms: 239650\n- text: If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  start_ms: 239650\n  end_ms: 243050\n- text: I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  start_ms: 243050\n  end_ms: 245550\n- text: The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  start_ms: 245550\n  end_ms: 248450\n- text: I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  start_ms: 248450\n  end_ms: 249880\n- text: I might start humping your chick\n  start_ms: 249880\n  end_ms: 251520\n- text: I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  start_ms: 251520\n  end_ms: 253420\n- text: Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  start_ms: 253420\n  end_ms: 255430\n- text: Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n  start_ms: 255430\n  end_ms: 257880\n- text: Bring them raccs out\n  start_ms: 257880\n  end_ms: 259130\n- text: Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  start_ms: 259130\n  end_ms: 260710\n- text: Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  start_ms: 260710\n  end_ms: 262820\n- text: Sin City on blacc out\n  start_ms: 262820\n  end_ms: 264430\n- text: Extension cords in that trap house\n  start_ms: 264430\n  end_ms: 266590\n- text: We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  start_ms: 266590\n  end_ms: 270070\n- text: Talk that shit down\n  start_ms: 270070\n  end_ms: 271960\n- text: '\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"'\n  start_ms: 271960\n  end_ms: 273690\n- text: Say what?!?\n  start_ms: 273690\n  end_ms: 274540\n- text: 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  start_ms: 274540\n  end_ms: 276580\n- text: How bout that now?\n  start_ms: 276580\n  end_ms: 278660\n- text: 17 tat now\n  start_ms: 278660\n  end_ms: 280360\n- text: 17 raccs now\n  start_ms: 280360\n  end_ms: 282530\n- text: Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  start_ms: 282530\n  end_ms: 283950\n- text: Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  start_ms: 283950\n  end_ms: 287140\n- text: I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  start_ms: 287140\n  end_ms: 290800\n- text: You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  start_ms: 290800\n  end_ms: 294060\n- text: You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  start_ms: 294060\n  end_ms: 297880\n- text: Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  start_ms: 297880\n  end_ms: 300510\n- text: All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  start_ms: 300510\n  end_ms: 303280\n- text: What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  start_ms: 303280\n  end_ms: 306950\n- text: I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  start_ms: 306950\n  end_ms: 308810\n- text: Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  start_ms: 308810\n  end_ms: 310740\n- text: Ouija\n  start_ms: 310740\n  end_ms: 313710\n- text: MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? 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(?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? 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Shoot him in his head!\n  I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n  8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  With a nail gun\n  Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  I might start humping your chick\n  I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\n  Bring them raccs out\n  Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  Sin City on blacc out\n  Extension cords in that trap house\n  We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  Talk that shit down\n  \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n  Say what?!?\n  30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  How bout that now?\n  17 tat now\n  17 raccs now\n  Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  Ouija\n\n  MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? 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(?)\nReminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\nIt's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\nIt's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\nHit that 5th and chug\n(?) meth buzz\nSo who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\nI'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\nI got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\nI got lots of haters\nI'm always counting paper\nMy shoes are made from an alligator\nI don't sell no re-rock\nI don't rock no g-shock\nI get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\nWhat do you want? I got it all\nI got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\nShe want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nYou can fuck with me\nI put the dope in the pot (forreal)\nI can run up in your spot\nAll that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\nName another rapper that has sold more dope than me\nThe only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\nKill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\nAll that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\nRappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\nPsycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\nLet the air out your head like a flat tire\nAre you in good hands better call State Farm\nIts getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\nI'm gone\nI'm thugged out\nI was raised in the drug house\nI come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\nYour girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\nI'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\nNext rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\nIs his ass dead? 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Shoot him in his head!\nI'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\nI never get it twiztid Mo-Town\nI come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\nI beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\nI spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\nBut still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\nI walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\nJust killing anyone thats happy you alive\nA few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\nWith a nail gun\nMotherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\nMac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\nThe middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\nEverybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\nIf you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\nI'm with that dark juggalo clique\nThe Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\nI got a dick hard buffalo dick\nI might start humping your chick\nI'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\nYour mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\nSticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\nBring them raccs out\nSucca brain bout to get splat now\nBring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\nSin City on blacc out\nExtension cords in that trap house\nWe done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\nTalk that shit down\n\"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\nSay what?!?\n30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\nHow bout that now?\n17 tat now\n17 raccs now\nShawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\nLet them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\nI pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\nYou can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\nYou can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\nHol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\nAll you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\nWhat's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\nI can be stepping on all over these rapper\nNeccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\nOuija\n\nMAFIA! DJ PAUL!\nHunnit off in a clip\n(?)\nDouble barrel, double R on the grill\nDiamond fangs in a grip\nJohnny Dang got the drip\nSmoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n(?)\nRubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\nNigga this is just a PSA\nI'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\nPass the weed like a(?)\nNiggas copy but I do get paid\nSurf's up tryna ride this wave\nI got pocket rockets and some knotted\nWallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n20 haters thats 20 graves\nBeat the case like MMA\nRun the club like some (?)\n(?) to this silence\nI'm colorblind til' I get violent\nRun your mouth you got some mileage\nFeature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\nTake me out the worst way\nApocalypse on my birthday\nWhen you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\nFor your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\nStimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\nAnd lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\nWhat's in my hands? 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I got it all\n[01:57.16] I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n[01:58.74] She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n[02:01.91] You can fuck with me\n[02:06.57] You can fuck with me\n[02:09.61] You can fuck with me\n[02:13.42] You can fuck with me\n[02:15.94] I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n[02:17.24] I can run up in your spot\n[02:18.81] All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n[02:22.05] Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n[02:25.08] The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n[02:29.14] Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n[02:31.87] 8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n[02:35.35] All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n[02:38.79] Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n[02:42.32] Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n[02:45.36] Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n[02:48.97] Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n[02:52.25] Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n[02:55.76] I'm gone\n[02:56.70] I'm thugged out\n[02:57.67] I was raised in the drug house\n[02:58.93] I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n[03:02.00] Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n[03:05.77] I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n[03:09.35] Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n[03:12.52] Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n[03:15.70] I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n[03:19.35] I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n[03:22.11] I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n[03:26.17] I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n[03:29.71] I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n[03:32.76] But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n[03:36.48] 8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n[03:40.29] I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n[03:43.87] Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n[03:46.30] A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n[03:49.63] With a nail gun\n[03:51.01] Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n[03:53.21] Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n[03:55.08] The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n[03:56.70] Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n[03:59.65] If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n[04:03.05] I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n[04:05.55] The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n[04:08.45] I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n[04:09.88] I might start humping your chick\n[04:11.52] I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n[04:13.42] Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n[04:15.43] Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n[04:17.88] Bring them raccs out\n[04:19.13] Succa brain bout to get splat now\n[04:20.71] Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n[04:22.82] Sin City on blacc out\n[04:24.43] Extension cords in that trap house\n[04:26.59] We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n[04:30.07] Talk that shit down\n[04:31.96] \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n[04:33.69] Say what?!?\n[04:34.54] 30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n[04:36.58] How bout that now?\n[04:38.66] 17 tat now\n[04:40.36] 17 raccs now\n[04:42.53] Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n[04:43.95] Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n[04:47.14] I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n[04:50.80] You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n[04:54.06] You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n[04:57.88] Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n[05:00.51] All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n[05:03.28] What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n[05:06.95] I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n[05:08.81] Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n[05:10.74] Ouija\n[05:13.71] MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n[05:17.97] Hunnit off in a clip\n[05:19.19] (?)\n[05:20.39] Double barrel, double R on the grill\n[05:22.39] Diamond fangs in a grip\n[05:23.22] Johnny Dang got the drip\n[05:24.84] Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n[05:26.68] (?)\n[05:28.35] Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n[05:32.14] Nigga this is just a PSA\n[05:34.20] I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n[05:36.59] Pass the weed like a(?)\n[05:38.12] Niggas copy but I do get paid\n[05:39.58] Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n[05:41.25] I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n[05:42.62] Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n[05:44.11] 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n[05:45.82] 20 haters thats 20 graves\n[05:47.69] Beat the case like MMA\n[05:49.37] Run the club like some (?)\n[05:51.25] (?) to this silence\n[05:52.84] I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n[05:54.31] Run your mouth you got some mileage\n[05:56.05] Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n[05:57.80] Take me out the worst way\n[06:01.68] Apocalypse on my birthday\n[06:03.16] When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n[06:06.18] For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n[06:10.04] Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n[06:13.58] And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n[06:16.92] What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n[06:18.35] At gunpoint make you recite me\n[06:20.36] I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n[06:23.31] Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n[06:26.65] I'm in that house like a home\n[06:28.05] Invasion because your family need a renovation\n[06:29.83] Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n[06:33.68] I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n[06:36.74] Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n[06:40.69] I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n[06:43.82] (?) hang with villains too\n[06:46.04] Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n[06:47.68] Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n[06:48.95] Bullet holes your guts boil\n[06:50.73] King of nothing, Fuck royal\n[06:52.33] There will be blood, I struck oil\n[06:55.28] What I'm Freddy Kruger\n[06:57.75] Lex Luthor\n[06:58.85] Chad Kroeger\n[07:00.17] The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n[07:03.12] Sippin' Boocha\n[07:04.61] Your boo (?)\n[07:05.71] Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n[07:09.44] I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n[07:11.86] You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n[07:15.32] I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n[07:18.82] Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n[07:22.13] I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n[07:25.51] And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n[07:29.27] I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n[07:32.72] You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n[07:35.73] The hatchet been chopping for years\n[07:37.63] I flex on all of my peers\n[07:39.58] So high I be poppin' your ears\n[07:41.65] You rocking a toilet career\n[07:43.19] You bust to a brush in a mirror\n[07:44.64] You flush and your fans disappear\n[07:46.59] Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n[07:48.17] Left out in the sun for a year\n[07:49.78] Traitor's scowling\n[07:50.98] Red moon howling\n[07:52.00] Decades deep stomach still growling\n[07:53.53] Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n[07:56.07] Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n[07:57.46] But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n[07:59.46] But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n[08:03.31] With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n[08:04.94] Walla-walla bing bing\n[08:05.72] Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n[08:06.97] Six Six Fivin'\n[08:08.11] Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n[08:10.15] ICP THANG\n[08:12.08] ICP THANG\n[08:13.23] ICP THANG\n[08:14.69] ICP THANG ICP THANG\n[08:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 8 Ways to Die\n  artist: Insane Clown Posse, DJ Paul, Stitches\n  album: I.C.P Singles\n  duration_ms: 506448\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Psychopathic (the hatchet)\n  start_ms: 920\n  end_ms: 3920\n- text: 28 motherfucking years (28 years)\n  start_ms: 3920\n  end_ms: 6980\n- text: Hottest in the game\n  start_ms: 6980\n  end_ms: 9180\n- text: Respect that (respect that)\n  start_ms: 9180\n  end_ms: 12340\n- text: 8 ways to die\n  start_ms: 12340\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Violent J, Stitches, Mac Lethal, Esham,\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 26450\n- text: DJ Paul, Ouija Macc, Cage, Shaggy 2 Dope\n  start_ms: 26450\n  end_ms: 41340\n- text: 4 in the morning\n  start_ms: 41340\n  end_ms: 43200\n- text: Lightning crackin' rain is pouring yet I'm still up doing lines (?)\n  start_ms: 43200\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: My life's important man\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 47810\n- text: I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  start_ms: 47810\n  end_ms: 50670\n- text: Never scared to pull something out of\n  start_ms: 50670\n  end_ms: 53130\n- text: My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  start_ms: 53130\n  end_ms: 54780\n- text: Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  start_ms: 54780\n  end_ms: 57710\n- text: Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  start_ms: 57710\n  end_ms: 61040\n- text: Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  start_ms: 61040\n  end_ms: 64120\n- text: S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  start_ms: 64120\n  end_ms: 67510\n- text: Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  start_ms: 67510\n  end_ms: 71160\n- text: Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  start_ms: 71160\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Premo\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 76350\n- text: Woooo! (?)\n  start_ms: 76350\n  end_ms: 77110\n- text: Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  start_ms: 77110\n  end_ms: 81370\n- text: It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  start_ms: 81370\n  end_ms: 84620\n- text: It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  start_ms: 84620\n  end_ms: 88190\n- text: Hit that 5th and chug\n  start_ms: 88190\n  end_ms: 89330\n- text: (?) meth buzz\n  start_ms: 89330\n  end_ms: 91420\n- text: So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n  start_ms: 91420\n  end_ms: 95270\n- text: I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  start_ms: 95270\n  end_ms: 97590\n- text: I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  start_ms: 97590\n  end_ms: 101700\n- text: I got lots of haters\n  start_ms: 101700\n  end_ms: 103310\n- text: I'm always counting paper\n  start_ms: 103310\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: My shoes are made from an alligator\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: I don't sell no re-rock\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 110400\n- text: I don't rock no g-shock\n  start_ms: 110400\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 114760\n- text: What do you want? 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DJ PAUL!\n  start_ms: 313710\n  end_ms: 317970\n- text: Hunnit off in a clip\n  start_ms: 317970\n  end_ms: 319190\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 319190\n  end_ms: 320390\n- text: Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  start_ms: 320390\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Diamond fangs in a grip\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 323220\n- text: Johnny Dang got the drip\n  start_ms: 323220\n  end_ms: 324840\n- text: Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  start_ms: 324840\n  end_ms: 326680\n- text: (?)\n  start_ms: 326680\n  end_ms: 328350\n- text: Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  start_ms: 328350\n  end_ms: 332140\n- text: Nigga this is just a PSA\n  start_ms: 332140\n  end_ms: 334200\n- text: I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  start_ms: 334200\n  end_ms: 336590\n- text: Pass the weed like a(?)\n  start_ms: 336590\n  end_ms: 338120\n- text: Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  start_ms: 338120\n  end_ms: 339580\n- text: Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  start_ms: 339580\n  end_ms: 341250\n- text: I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  start_ms: 341250\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 344110\n- text: 20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  start_ms: 344110\n  end_ms: 345820\n- text: 20 haters thats 20 graves\n  start_ms: 345820\n  end_ms: 347690\n- text: Beat the case like MMA\n  start_ms: 347690\n  end_ms: 349370\n- text: Run the club like some (?)\n  start_ms: 349370\n  end_ms: 351250\n- text: (?) to this silence\n  start_ms: 351250\n  end_ms: 352840\n- text: I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  start_ms: 352840\n  end_ms: 354310\n- text: Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  start_ms: 354310\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 357800\n- text: Take me out the worst way\n  start_ms: 357800\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Apocalypse on my birthday\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363160\n- text: When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  start_ms: 363160\n  end_ms: 366180\n- text: For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  start_ms: 366180\n  end_ms: 370040\n- text: Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  start_ms: 370040\n  end_ms: 373580\n- text: And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  start_ms: 373580\n  end_ms: 376920\n- text: What's in my hands? 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429440\n  end_ms: 431860\n- text: You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n  start_ms: 431860\n  end_ms: 435320\n- text: I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n  start_ms: 435320\n  end_ms: 438820\n- text: Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n  start_ms: 438820\n  end_ms: 442130\n- text: I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n  start_ms: 442130\n  end_ms: 445510\n- text: And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n  start_ms: 445510\n  end_ms: 449270\n- text: I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n  start_ms: 449270\n  end_ms: 452720\n- text: You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n  start_ms: 452720\n  end_ms: 455730\n- text: The hatchet been chopping for years\n  start_ms: 455730\n  end_ms: 457630\n- text: I flex on all of my peers\n  start_ms: 457630\n  end_ms: 459580\n- text: So high I be poppin' your ears\n  start_ms: 459580\n  end_ms: 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important man\n  I don't mean shit to nobody especially you\n  Never scared to pull something out of\n  My waist give you a taste of this (Boom)\n  Lay you flat dirty rat in fact you ain't coming back\n  Better have that shit sewed up (?) before you hear that track\n  Bring it back where my stacks? what you thinking fool?\n  S dub D til I D-I-E (?) down in the blood pool\n  Cause your nightmares they my wet dreams\n  Fucking with my team I wish you would you b-string we supreme\n  Premo\n  Woooo! (?)\n  Reminisce over your bitch ass and don't nobody even cry (nope)\n  It's no surprise don't nobody even ask why\n  It's no surprise we glad to see you die bitch\n  Hit that 5th and chug\n  (?) meth buzz\n  So who do you love you know I got the plug bitch\n\n  I'm a dope dealer and I'm from dade county\n  I got kilos of cocaine I keep them shits around me\n  I got lots of haters\n  I'm always counting paper\n  My shoes are made from an alligator\n  I don't sell no re-rock\n  I don't rock no g-shock\n  I get money lil nigga thug life like I'm 2Pac\n  What do you want? I got it all\n  I got a lil shawty and she wanna ball\n  She want a dope dealer and you can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  You can fuck with me\n  I put the dope in the pot (forreal)\n  I can run up in your spot\n  All that tough talking you be doing gon' get you hit up with the Glock\n  Name another rapper that has sold more dope than me\n  The only way that ima stop is if they come and murder me\n\n  Kill me too like a wicked preacher in the pulpit\n  8 ways to die kill a ninja with the full clip\n  All that stuff you rapping be bull-bull-bullshit\n  Rappers get killed for being whack you can't fuck with my clique\n  Psycho cyphers Micheal Myers set your body on fire\n  Let the air out your head like a flat tire\n  Are you in good hands better call State Farm\n  Its getting hot up in this bitch ring the fire alarm\n  I'm gone\n  I'm thugged out\n  I was raised in the drug house\n  I come through like Raid on these roaches they bug out\n  Your girlfriend getting dug out its blood on the rug now\n  I'm turning your power off pulling your plug out\n  Next rapper say yeah Ima shoot him yeaaah\n  Is his ass dead? Yeah! Shoot him in his head!\n  I'm a fucking psycho homie I'm a clown\n  I never get it twiztid Mo-Town\n  I come down from the heavens and I'm best friends with Jesus\n  I beat the fallen angel and I wrote kkkill the fetus\n  I spit this wicked shit for all these heathens cause they heathens\n  But still its hell on earth I got three stripes on my adidas\n\n  8 ways to die bruh I'm an eight legged spider\n  I walk up with an A-K and light up your concert\n  Just killing anyone thats happy you alive\n  A few survive in a suit and tie you getting crucified\n  With a nail gun\n  Motherfucker my dick's so big that it look like a whale tongue\n  Mac-11 Lethal dropping microphones up in it and its\n  The middle of the map its Kansas City that I hail from\n  Everybody fuck with me I rip so nice and fast kid\n  If you ever fuck with me I dip your wife in acid\n  I'm with that dark juggalo clique\n  The Incredible Hulk on some Mark Ruffalo shit\n  I got a dick hard buffalo dick\n  I might start humping your chick\n  I'm a motherfucking lunatic I pull the skeleton up out\n  Your mattress like bunch of elephants up in a stampede\n  Sticking a fucking gun up in your lung and you can't breathe\n\n  Bring them raccs out\n  Succa brain bout to get splat now\n  Bring that map out Ima put my city on the map now\n  Sin City on blacc out\n  Extension cords in that trap house\n  We done made our own power lines turned the bando to a cat house\n  Talk that shit down\n  \"Ouija got a chicc with a dicc now\"\n  Say what?!?\n  30 round clip now just enough for you to get dicced down\n  How bout that now?\n  17 tat now\n  17 raccs now\n  Shawty ass clap like a pacced crowd\n  Let them talk that shit, won't walk that shit I bust them in they shit\n  I pull up on him, Kid don't want it but you finally got some drip\n  You can wait to hit the lottery I'm bout to hit a licc\n  You can wait on your retirement I'm bout to break a bitch\n  Hol up' wait all my hoes exfoliate\n  All you broke mothafuccers you can still afford to hate\n  What's that beefin' to a vegan I stacc broccoli on my plate\n  I can be stepping on all over these rapper\n  Neccs with every mo'fuccin' step that I take\n  Ouija\n\n  MAFIA! DJ PAUL!\n  Hunnit off in a clip\n  (?)\n  Double barrel, double R on the grill\n  Diamond fangs in a grip\n  Johnny Dang got the drip\n  Smoke a quarter word to Eli I'm notorious word to B-I-G\n  (?)\n  Rubber bands on a hunnit grand layin' on my hand like I'm T.I.P\n  Nigga this is just a PSA\n  I'm dropping bones like I'm DTP\n  Pass the weed like a(?)\n  Niggas copy but I do get paid\n  Surf's up tryna ride this wave\n  I got pocket rockets and some knotted\n  Wallets keep the molly in a Gucci safe\n  20 bitches on a 20 gauge\n  20 haters thats 20 graves\n  Beat the case like MMA\n  Run the club like some (?)\n  (?) to this silence\n  I'm colorblind til' I get violent\n  Run your mouth you got some mileage\n  Feature my work to O'Reilly's nigga\n\n  Take me out the worst way\n  Apocalypse on my birthday\n  When you starving you eat shit til' I piss on all the Thursday\n  For your applause my mental problem out for revenge every autumn\n  Stimulate to get down them all innovators fend em off\n  And lock me up nightly go psycho when you don't like me\n  What's in my hands? Ain't my ID\n  At gunpoint make you recite me\n  I see some demons that might be trying to fuck me or fight me\n  Because I wasn't wrapped tightly at Heaven's Gate in black Nikes\n  I'm in that house like a home\n  Invasion because your family need a renovation\n  Say ho don't say Amen say 6-7-8-9 Satan\n  I'm a trapped ghost in a iPod and the batteries have been died off\n  Evil in me no antidote its boring shooting cantaloupe and\n  I'm about what killers do so much they start to kill in school\n  (?) hang with villains too\n  Death is here I'm feeling cruel\n  Burnt flesh thats brand loyal\n  Bullet holes your guts boil\n  King of nothing, Fuck royal\n  There will be blood, I struck oil\n\n  What I'm Freddy Kruger\n  Lex Luthor\n  Chad Kroeger\n  The dick in Nickleback who takes off fat nipples off cougars\n  Sippin' Boocha\n  Your boo (?)\n  Cause I'm superfly I splash her neden Jimmy Snuka\n  I'll slap you, spin your face round to the back of your head\n  You'll have to chop a hole through your wig or suffocate dead\n  I'll make the sunshine bright at midnight or black out at noon\n  Put so much heart in this every beat kicks as a sonic boom\n  I blow hurricanes, spit monsoons and stomp earthquakes\n  And me and my Ruby known to bust and murder snakes\n  I'll snatch right up in your earhole put your brain in your hand\n  You'll still be trying to comprehend when you end (Dang man)\n  The hatchet been chopping for years\n  I flex on all of my peers\n  So high I be poppin' your ears\n  You rocking a toilet career\n  You bust to a brush in a mirror\n  You flush and your fans disappear\n  Your stacks are like flat as a beer\n  Left out in the sun for a year\n  Traitor's scowling\n  Red moon howling\n  Decades deep stomach still growling\n  Elbow to eyeball I'm foulin'\n  Til' your Momma threw the towel in\n  But I caught it, she fought it and brought it I applauded\n  But my rocket kick out and clocked out I sock it and she bought it\n  With that shing-shing-shing-shing\n  Walla-walla bing bing\n  Zoo Ju-Jitsu Joe Bruce ying yang\n  Six Six Fivin'\n  Big dicks diving up in you bitch its a ICP thing\n\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG\n  ICP THANG ICP THANG\n"}]