[{"id":35255628,"name":"Twisted Thoughts","trackName":"Twisted Thoughts","artistName":"King Iso, Twisted Insane","albumName":"The Insanity Plea","duration":311.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay high\nStay faded with all these\n\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\n\nThose\n\nEverybody and they mama claim they know me\nAll because of rumors and some made up stories\nFuck that, I'm the nigga that'll straight up call me\nNutbag, with a case of the Jason Voorhees\nThey said. \"Take it back.\" That gangster rap\nI'm Doc Dre and Jack The Ripper, how gangsta's that?\nNiggas not fuckin' with me, they ain't I swear\nI don't chase dreams my nigga, I chase nightmares\nGrey Nikes with the all black dickeys\nHoes on my tip snortin' all that Iggy\nWhip it in the kitchen like a callback, did he?\nYa lady wanna give a nigga ballsack hickeys\nLeanin' out the window with a spark, that's witty\nI go geek squad with a small mac-mini\nI'm Raw like Eddy but we all act gritty like\nCome into America, you know I had the semi\nNigga wish he would\nTry beefin' with the hardest\nI wish a nigga would like a genie in the forest\nInternet thug 'til I creep in ya apartment\nLike a bearskin rug if I'm sleepin' on the carpet\nMainstream rappers and you gon' be the target\nSame thing labels always thinkin' they can market\nThey know what time it is like Public Enemy\nI'm the old-school Tech N9ne, fuck the industry\nWhat's the enemy? Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\nMad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\nDo I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\nCouldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\nPickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\nGot enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\nAnybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\nFuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\nI got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\nSo I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\nI got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\nSo I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\nI'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\nLookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\nI don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\nYou goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\nEverybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\nIn a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\nI done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\nPop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\nAt will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\nDouble eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\nEverybody tune in cause a nigga loony\nSpittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\nYa girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\nShmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\nAll black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\nMake a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\nDo we have a problem at a reply?\nJack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\nBitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\nShe would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\nJeez, I been goin' in on this shit\nEven poltergeists are feelin' this shit\nLike B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\nLike kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\nAy, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\nLike the interlude, nigga, he sick\nReally these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\nPlease riddle me this, G code\nI be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\nI don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\nThese\n\nYeah, man, I'm on, incredible\nHulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\nI wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\nI eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\nGoin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\nPost up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\nMet the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\nBut he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\nNigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\nAn 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\nThe opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? Maybe\nBut most of the time, everybody turned out to who gazed it\nAnd I'm okay just actin' with the mandible\nAll you people turned me to a cannibal\nAnd now you niggas cryin' like a bitch\nWhile these motherfuckers wolfin', I dismantle though\nTell me how a nigga figured that I won't bust this here pistol\nMove when I put two and I'm gonna bust this here issue\nDismiss you, you gon' have to go and get some tissues\nAnd hide deep in the closet when the monster come get you\nThat's real, lost up in a mi casa turned crazy\nDrunk as a skunk on the daily\nMind is brainsicker than rabies\nThen what the fuck you ever gave me?\nI use the alcohol even though I know it's not conducive to the shit I do daily\nTop of the roof, Geronimo\nJump, land up on a ho, and maybe fuck up my Mercedes\nAll the niggas want life\nBut in the future there is only death\nJumpin' off the roof without a net\nIt's funny how you sit around and think of what's next\nWhen you only have","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twisted Thoughts\n  artist: King Iso, Twisted Insane\n  album: The Insanity Plea\n  duration_ms: 311000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stay high\n  Stay faded with all these\n\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n\n  Those\n\n  Everybody and they mama claim they know me\n  All because of rumors and some made up stories\n  Fuck that, I'm the nigga that'll straight up call me\n  Nutbag, with a case of the Jason Voorhees\n  They said. \"Take it back.\" That gangster rap\n  I'm Doc Dre and Jack The Ripper, how gangsta's that?\n  Niggas not fuckin' with me, they ain't I swear\n  I don't chase dreams my nigga, I chase nightmares\n  Grey Nikes with the all black dickeys\n  Hoes on my tip snortin' all that Iggy\n  Whip it in the kitchen like a callback, did he?\n  Ya lady wanna give a nigga ballsack hickeys\n  Leanin' out the window with a spark, that's witty\n  I go geek squad with a small mac-mini\n  I'm Raw like Eddy but we all act gritty like\n  Come into America, you know I had the semi\n  Nigga wish he would\n  Try beefin' with the hardest\n  I wish a nigga would like a genie in the forest\n  Internet thug 'til I creep in ya apartment\n  Like a bearskin rug if I'm sleepin' on the carpet\n  Mainstream rappers and you gon' be the target\n  Same thing labels always thinkin' they can market\n  They know what time it is like Public Enemy\n  I'm the old-school Tech N9ne, fuck the industry\n  What's the enemy? Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\n  Mad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\n  Do I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\n  Couldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\n  Pickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\n  Got enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\n  Anybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\n  Fuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\n  I'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\n  Lookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\n  I don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\n  You goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\n  Everybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\n  In a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\n  I done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\n  Pop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\n  At will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\n  Double eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\n  Everybody tune in cause a nigga loony\n  Spittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\n  Ya girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\n  Shmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\n  All black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\n  Make a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\n  Do we have a problem at a reply?\n  Jack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\n  Bitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\n  She would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\n  Jeez, I been goin' in on this shit\n  Even poltergeists are feelin' this shit\n  Like B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\n  Like kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\n  Ay, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\n  Like the interlude, nigga, he sick\n  Really these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\n  Please riddle me this, G code\n  I be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\n  I don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\n  These\n\n  Yeah, man, I'm on, incredible\n  Hulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\n  I wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\n  I eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\n  Goin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\n  Post up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\n  Met the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\n  But he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\n  Nigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\n  An 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\n  The opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? Maybe\n  But most of the time, everybody turned out to who gazed it\n  And I'm okay just actin' with the mandible\n  All you people turned me to a cannibal\n  And now you niggas cryin' like a bitch\n  While these motherfuckers wolfin', I dismantle though\n  Tell me how a nigga figured that I won't bust this here pistol\n  Move when I put two and I'm gonna bust this here issue\n  Dismiss you, you gon' have to go and get some tissues\n  And hide deep in the closet when the monster come get you\n  That's real, lost up in a mi casa turned crazy\n  Drunk as a skunk on the daily\n  Mind is brainsicker than rabies\n  Then what the fuck you ever gave me?\n  I use the alcohol even though I know it's not conducive to the shit I do daily\n  Top of the roof, Geronimo\n  Jump, land up on a ho, and maybe fuck up my Mercedes\n  All the niggas want life\n  But in the future there is only death\n  Jumpin' off the roof without a net\n  It's funny how you sit around and think of what's next\n  When you only have\n"},{"id":35255610,"name":"Twisted Thoughts","trackName":"Twisted Thoughts","artistName":"King Iso, Twisted Insane","albumName":"The Insanity Plea","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay high\nStay faded with all these\n\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\n\nThose\n\nEverybody and they mama claim they know me\nAll because of rumors and some made up stories\nFuck that, I'm the nigga that'll straight up call me\nNutbag, with a case of the Jason Voorhees\nThey said. \"Take it back.\" That gangster rap\nI'm Doc Dre and Jack The Ripper, how gangsta's that?\nNiggas not fuckin' with me, they ain't I swear\nI don't chase dreams my nigga, I chase nightmares\nGrey Nikes with the all black dickeys\nHoes on my tip snortin' all that Iggy\nWhip it in the kitchen like a callback, did he?\nYa lady wanna give a nigga ballsack hickeys\nLeanin' out the window with a spark, that's witty\nI go geek squad with a small mac-mini\nI'm Raw like Eddy but we all act gritty like\nCome into America, you know I had the semi\nNigga wish he would\nTry beefin' with the hardest\nI wish a nigga would like a genie in the forest\nInternet thug 'til I creep in ya apartment\nLike a bearskin rug if I'm sleepin' on the carpet\nMainstream rappers and you gon' be the target\nSame thing labels always thinkin' they can market\nThey know what time it is like Public Enemy\nI'm the old-school Tech N9ne, fuck the industry\nWhat's the enemy? Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\nMad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\nDo I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\nCouldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\nPickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\nGot enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\nAnybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\nFuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\nI got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\nSo I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\nI got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\nSo I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\nI'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\nLookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\nI don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\nYou goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\nEverybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\nIn a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\nI done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\nPop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\nAt will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\nDouble eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\nEverybody tune in cause a nigga loony\nSpittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\nYa girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\nShmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\nAll black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\nMake a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\nDo we have a problem at a reply?\nJack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\nBitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\nShe would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\nJeez, I been goin' in on this shit\nEven poltergeists are feelin' this shit\nLike B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\nLike kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\nAy, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\nLike the interlude, nigga, he sick\nReally these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\nPlease riddle me this, G code\nI be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\nI don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\nThese\n\nYeah, man, I'm on, incredible\nHulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\nI wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\nI eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\nGoin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\nPost up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\nMet the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\nBut he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\nNigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\nAn 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\nThe opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? Maybe\nBut most of the time, everybody turned out to who gazed it\nAnd I'm okay just actin' with the mandible\nAll you people turned me to a cannibal\nAnd now you niggas cryin' like a bitch\nWhile these motherfuckers wolfin', I dismantle though\nTell me how a nigga figured that I won't bust this here pistol\nMove when I put two and I'm gonna bust this here issue\nDismiss you, you gon' have to go and get some tissues\nAnd hide deep in the closet when the monster come get you\nThat's real, lost up in a mi casa turned crazy\nDrunk as a skunk on the daily\nMind is brainsicker than rabies\nThen what the fuck you ever gave me?\nI use the alcohol even though I know it's not conducive to the shit I do daily\nTop of the roof, Geronimo\nJump, land up on a ho, and maybe fuck up my Mercedes\nAll the niggas want life\nBut in the future there is only death\nJumpin' off the roof without a net\nIt's funny how you sit around and think of what's next\nWhen you only have","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twisted Thoughts\n  artist: King Iso, Twisted Insane\n  album: The Insanity Plea\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stay high\n  Stay faded with all these\n\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n\n  Those\n\n  Everybody and they mama claim they know me\n  All because of rumors and some made up stories\n  Fuck that, I'm the nigga that'll straight up call me\n  Nutbag, with a case of the Jason Voorhees\n  They said. \"Take it back.\" That gangster rap\n  I'm Doc Dre and Jack The Ripper, how gangsta's that?\n  Niggas not fuckin' with me, they ain't I swear\n  I don't chase dreams my nigga, I chase nightmares\n  Grey Nikes with the all black dickeys\n  Hoes on my tip snortin' all that Iggy\n  Whip it in the kitchen like a callback, did he?\n  Ya lady wanna give a nigga ballsack hickeys\n  Leanin' out the window with a spark, that's witty\n  I go geek squad with a small mac-mini\n  I'm Raw like Eddy but we all act gritty like\n  Come into America, you know I had the semi\n  Nigga wish he would\n  Try beefin' with the hardest\n  I wish a nigga would like a genie in the forest\n  Internet thug 'til I creep in ya apartment\n  Like a bearskin rug if I'm sleepin' on the carpet\n  Mainstream rappers and you gon' be the target\n  Same thing labels always thinkin' they can market\n  They know what time it is like Public Enemy\n  I'm the old-school Tech N9ne, fuck the industry\n  What's the enemy? Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\n  Mad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\n  Do I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\n  Couldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\n  Pickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\n  Got enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\n  Anybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\n  Fuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\n  I'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\n  Lookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\n  I don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\n  You goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\n  Everybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\n  In a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\n  I done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\n  Pop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\n  At will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\n  Double eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\n  Everybody tune in cause a nigga loony\n  Spittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\n  Ya girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\n  Shmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\n  All black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\n  Make a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\n  Do we have a problem at a reply?\n  Jack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\n  Bitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\n  She would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\n  Jeez, I been goin' in on this shit\n  Even poltergeists are feelin' this shit\n  Like B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\n  Like kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\n  Ay, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\n  Like the interlude, nigga, he sick\n  Really these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\n  Please riddle me this, G code\n  I be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\n  I don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\n  These\n\n  Yeah, man, I'm on, incredible\n  Hulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\n  I wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\n  I eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\n  Goin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\n  Post up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\n  Met the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\n  But he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\n  Nigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\n  An 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\n  The opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? Maybe\n  But most of the time, everybody turned out to who gazed it\n  And I'm okay just actin' with the mandible\n  All you people turned me to a cannibal\n  And now you niggas cryin' like a bitch\n  While these motherfuckers wolfin', I dismantle though\n  Tell me how a nigga figured that I won't bust this here pistol\n  Move when I put two and I'm gonna bust this here issue\n  Dismiss you, you gon' have to go and get some tissues\n  And hide deep in the closet when the monster come get you\n  That's real, lost up in a mi casa turned crazy\n  Drunk as a skunk on the daily\n  Mind is brainsicker than rabies\n  Then what the fuck you ever gave me?\n  I use the alcohol even though I know it's not conducive to the shit I do daily\n  Top of the roof, Geronimo\n  Jump, land up on a ho, and maybe fuck up my Mercedes\n  All the niggas want life\n  But in the future there is only death\n  Jumpin' off the roof without a net\n  It's funny how you sit around and think of what's next\n  When you only have\n"},{"id":35255591,"name":"Twisted Thoughts","trackName":"Twisted Thoughts","artistName":"King Iso, Twisted Insane","albumName":"The Insanity Plea","duration":306.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay high\nStay faded with all these\n\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\n\nThose\n\nEverybody and they mama claim they know me\nAll because of rumors and some made up stories\nFuck that, I'm the nigga that'll straight up call me\nNutbag, with a case of the Jason Voorhees\nThey said. \"Take it back.\" That gangster rap\nI'm Doc Dre and Jack The Ripper, how gangsta's that?\nNiggas not fuckin' with me, they ain't I swear\nI don't chase dreams my nigga, I chase nightmares\nGrey Nikes with the all black dickeys\nHoes on my tip snortin' all that Iggy\nWhip it in the kitchen like a callback, did he?\nYa lady wanna give a nigga ballsack hickeys\nLeanin' out the window with a spark, that's witty\nI go geek squad with a small mac-mini\nI'm Raw like Eddy but we all act gritty like\nCome into America, you know I had the semi\nNigga wish he would\nTry beefin' with the hardest\nI wish a nigga would like a genie in the forest\nInternet thug 'til I creep in ya apartment\nLike a bearskin rug if I'm sleepin' on the carpet\nMainstream rappers and you gon' be the target\nSame thing labels always thinkin' they can market\nThey know what time it is like Public Enemy\nI'm the old-school Tech N9ne, fuck the industry\nWhat's the enemy? Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\nMad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\nDo I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\nCouldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\nPickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\nGot enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\nAnybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\nFuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\nI got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\nSo I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\nI got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\nSo I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\nI'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\nLookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\nI don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\nYou goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\nEverybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\nIn a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\nI done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\nPop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\nAt will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\nDouble eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\nEverybody tune in cause a nigga loony\nSpittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\nYa girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\nShmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\nAll black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\nMake a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\nDo we have a problem at a reply?\nJack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\nBitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\nShe would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\nJeez, I been goin' in on this shit\nEven poltergeists are feelin' this shit\nLike B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\nLike kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\nAy, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\nLike the interlude, nigga, he sick\nReally these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\nPlease riddle me this, G code\nI be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\nI don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\nThese\n\nYeah, man, I'm on, incredible\nHulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\nI wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\nI eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\nGoin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\nPost up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\nMet the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\nBut he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\nNigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\nAn 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\nThe opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? Maybe\nBut most of the time, everybody turned out to who gazed it\nAnd I'm okay just actin' with the mandible\nAll you people turned me to a cannibal\nAnd now you niggas cryin' like a bitch\nWhile these motherfuckers wolfin', I dismantle though\nTell me how a nigga figured that I won't bust this here pistol\nMove when I put two and I'm gonna bust this here issue\nDismiss you, you gon' have to go and get some tissues\nAnd hide deep in the closet when the monster come get you\nThat's real, lost up in a mi casa turned crazy\nDrunk as a skunk on the daily\nMind is brainsicker than rabies\nThen what the fuck you ever gave me?\nI use the alcohol even though I know it's not conducive to the shit I do daily\nTop of the roof, Geronimo\nJump, land up on a ho, and maybe fuck up my Mercedes\nAll the niggas want life\nBut in the future there is only death\nJumpin' off the roof without a net\nIt's funny how you sit around and think of what's next\nWhen you only have","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twisted Thoughts\n  artist: King Iso, Twisted Insane\n  album: The Insanity Plea\n  duration_ms: 306000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stay high\n  Stay faded with all these\n\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n\n  Those\n\n  Everybody and they mama claim they know me\n  All because of rumors and some made up stories\n  Fuck that, I'm the nigga that'll straight up call me\n  Nutbag, with a case of the Jason Voorhees\n  They said. \"Take it back.\" That gangster rap\n  I'm Doc Dre and Jack The Ripper, how gangsta's that?\n  Niggas not fuckin' with me, they ain't I swear\n  I don't chase dreams my nigga, I chase nightmares\n  Grey Nikes with the all black dickeys\n  Hoes on my tip snortin' all that Iggy\n  Whip it in the kitchen like a callback, did he?\n  Ya lady wanna give a nigga ballsack hickeys\n  Leanin' out the window with a spark, that's witty\n  I go geek squad with a small mac-mini\n  I'm Raw like Eddy but we all act gritty like\n  Come into America, you know I had the semi\n  Nigga wish he would\n  Try beefin' with the hardest\n  I wish a nigga would like a genie in the forest\n  Internet thug 'til I creep in ya apartment\n  Like a bearskin rug if I'm sleepin' on the carpet\n  Mainstream rappers and you gon' be the target\n  Same thing labels always thinkin' they can market\n  They know what time it is like Public Enemy\n  I'm the old-school Tech N9ne, fuck the industry\n  What's the enemy? Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\n  Mad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\n  Do I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\n  Couldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\n  Pickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\n  Got enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\n  Anybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\n  Fuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\n  I'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\n  Lookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\n  I don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\n  You goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\n  Everybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\n  In a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\n  I done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\n  Pop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\n  At will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\n  Double eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\n  Everybody tune in cause a nigga loony\n  Spittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\n  Ya girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\n  Shmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\n  All black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\n  Make a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\n  Do we have a problem at a reply?\n  Jack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\n  Bitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\n  She would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\n  Jeez, I been goin' in on this shit\n  Even poltergeists are feelin' this shit\n  Like B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\n  Like kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\n  Ay, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\n  Like the interlude, nigga, he sick\n  Really these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\n  Please riddle me this, G code\n  I be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\n  I don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\n  These\n\n  Yeah, man, I'm on, incredible\n  Hulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\n  I wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\n  I eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\n  Goin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\n  Post up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\n  Met the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\n  But he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\n  Nigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\n  An 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\n  The opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? Maybe\n  But most of the time, everybody turned out to who gazed it\n  And I'm okay just actin' with the mandible\n  All you people turned me to a cannibal\n  And now you niggas cryin' like a bitch\n  While these motherfuckers wolfin', I dismantle though\n  Tell me how a nigga figured that I won't bust this here pistol\n  Move when I put two and I'm gonna bust this here issue\n  Dismiss you, you gon' have to go and get some tissues\n  And hide deep in the closet when the monster come get you\n  That's real, lost up in a mi casa turned crazy\n  Drunk as a skunk on the daily\n  Mind is brainsicker than rabies\n  Then what the fuck you ever gave me?\n  I use the alcohol even though I know it's not conducive to the shit I do daily\n  Top of the roof, Geronimo\n  Jump, land up on a ho, and maybe fuck up my Mercedes\n  All the niggas want life\n  But in the future there is only death\n  Jumpin' off the roof without a net\n  It's funny how you sit around and think of what's next\n  When you only have\n"},{"id":35255603,"name":"Twisted Thoughts","trackName":"Twisted Thoughts","artistName":"King Iso, Twisted Insane","albumName":"The Insanity Plea","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stay high\nStay faded with all these\n\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\nThose twisted thoughts surrounding me\nTwisted thoughts surrounding me\n\nThose\n\nEverybody and they mama claim they know me\nAll because of rumors and some made up stories\nFuck that, I'm the nigga that'll straight up call me\nNutbag, with a case of the Jason Voorhees\nThey said. \"Take it back.\" That gangster rap\nI'm Doc Dre and Jack The Ripper, how gangsta's that?\nNiggas not fuckin' with me, they ain't I swear\nI don't chase dreams my nigga, I chase nightmares\nGrey Nikes with the all black dickeys\nHoes on my tip snortin' all that Iggy\nWhip it in the kitchen like a callback, did he?\nYa lady wanna give a nigga ballsack hickeys\nLeanin' out the window with a spark, that's witty\nI go geek squad with a small mac-mini\nI'm Raw like Eddy but we all act gritty like\nCome into America, you know I had the semi\nNigga wish he would\nTry beefin' with the hardest\nI wish a nigga would like a genie in the forest\nInternet thug 'til I creep in ya apartment\nLike a bearskin rug if I'm sleepin' on the carpet\nMainstream rappers and you gon' be the target\nSame thing labels always thinkin' they can market\nThey know what time it is like Public Enemy\nI'm the old-school Tech N9ne, fuck the industry\nWhat's the enemy? Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\nMad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\nDo I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\nCouldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\nPickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\nGot enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\nAnybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\nFuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\nI got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\nSo I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\nI got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\nSo I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\nI'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\nLookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\nI don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\nYou goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\nEverybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\nIn a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\nI done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\nPop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\nAt will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\nDouble eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\nEverybody tune in cause a nigga loony\nSpittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\nYa girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\nShmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\nAll black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\nMake a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\nDo we have a problem at a reply?\nJack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\nBitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\nShe would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\nJeez, I been goin' in on this shit\nEven poltergeists are feelin' this shit\nLike B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\nLike kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\nAy, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\nLike the interlude, nigga, he sick\nReally these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\nPlease riddle me this, G code\nI be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\nI don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\nThese\n\nYeah, man, I'm on, incredible\nHulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\nI wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\nI eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\nGoin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\nPost up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\nMet the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\nBut he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\nNigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\nAn 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\nThe opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? Maybe\nBut most of the time, everybody turned out to who gazed it\nAnd I'm okay just actin' with the mandible\nAll you people turned me to a cannibal\nAnd now you niggas cryin' like a bitch\nWhile these motherfuckers wolfin', I dismantle though\nTell me how a nigga figured that I won't bust this here pistol\nMove when I put two and I'm gonna bust this here issue\nDismiss you, you gon' have to go and get some tissues\nAnd hide deep in the closet when the monster come get you\nThat's real, lost up in a mi casa turned crazy\nDrunk as a skunk on the daily\nMind is brainsicker than rabies\nThen what the fuck you ever gave me?\nI use the alcohol even though I know it's not conducive to the shit I do daily\nTop of the roof, Geronimo\nJump, land up on a ho, and maybe fuck up my Mercedes\nAll the niggas want life\nBut in the future there is only death\nJumpin' off the roof without a net\nIt's funny how you sit around and think of what's next\nWhen you only have","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twisted Thoughts\n  artist: King Iso, Twisted Insane\n  album: The Insanity Plea\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Stay high\n  Stay faded with all these\n\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Those twisted thoughts surrounding me\n  Twisted thoughts surrounding me\n\n  Those\n\n  Everybody and they mama claim they know me\n  All because of rumors and some made up stories\n  Fuck that, I'm the nigga that'll straight up call me\n  Nutbag, with a case of the Jason Voorhees\n  They said. \"Take it back.\" That gangster rap\n  I'm Doc Dre and Jack The Ripper, how gangsta's that?\n  Niggas not fuckin' with me, they ain't I swear\n  I don't chase dreams my nigga, I chase nightmares\n  Grey Nikes with the all black dickeys\n  Hoes on my tip snortin' all that Iggy\n  Whip it in the kitchen like a callback, did he?\n  Ya lady wanna give a nigga ballsack hickeys\n  Leanin' out the window with a spark, that's witty\n  I go geek squad with a small mac-mini\n  I'm Raw like Eddy but we all act gritty like\n  Come into America, you know I had the semi\n  Nigga wish he would\n  Try beefin' with the hardest\n  I wish a nigga would like a genie in the forest\n  Internet thug 'til I creep in ya apartment\n  Like a bearskin rug if I'm sleepin' on the carpet\n  Mainstream rappers and you gon' be the target\n  Same thing labels always thinkin' they can market\n  They know what time it is like Public Enemy\n  I'm the old-school Tech N9ne, fuck the industry\n  What's the enemy? Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\n  Mad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\n  Do I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\n  Couldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\n  Pickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\n  Got enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\n  Anybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\n  Fuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\n  I'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\n  Lookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\n  I don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\n  You goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\n  Everybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\n  In a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\n  I done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\n  Pop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\n  At will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\n  Double eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\n  Everybody tune in cause a nigga loony\n  Spittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\n  Ya girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\n  Shmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\n  All black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\n  Make a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\n  Do we have a problem at a reply?\n  Jack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\n  Bitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\n  She would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\n  Jeez, I been goin' in on this shit\n  Even poltergeists are feelin' this shit\n  Like B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\n  Like kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\n  Ay, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\n  Like the interlude, nigga, he sick\n  Really these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\n  Please riddle me this, G code\n  I be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\n  I don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\n  These\n\n  Yeah, man, I'm on, incredible\n  Hulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\n  I wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\n  I eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\n  Goin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\n  Post up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\n  Met the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\n  But he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\n  Nigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\n  An 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\n  The opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? 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Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\n[01:18.46] Mad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\n[01:20.21] Do I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\n[01:22.07] Couldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\n[01:23.93] Pickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n[01:25.78] Got enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n[01:27.61] Anybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\n[01:29.44] Fuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n[01:31.72] I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n[01:50.41] So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n[01:55.36] I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n[01:59.06] So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n[02:01.95] I'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\n[02:04.11] Lookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\n[02:06.57] I don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\n[02:07.92] You goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\n[02:09.89] Everybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\n[02:11.63] In a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\n[02:13.32] I done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\n[02:15.27] Pop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\n[02:17.39] At will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\n[02:19.70] Double eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\n[02:20.91] Everybody tune in cause a nigga loony\n[02:23.02] Spittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\n[02:24.82] Ya girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\n[02:26.50] Shmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\n[02:28.59] All black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\n[02:30.66] Make a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\n[02:32.36] Do we have a problem at a reply?\n[02:33.94] Jack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\n[02:36.21] Bitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\n[02:38.27] She would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\n[02:40.01] Jeez, I been goin' in on this shit\n[02:41.72] Even poltergeists are feelin' this shit\n[02:43.74] Like B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\n[02:45.64] Like kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n[02:47.71] Ay, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\n[02:50.25] Like the interlude, nigga, he sick\n[02:51.58] Really these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n[02:55.23] Please riddle me this, G code\n[02:57.06] I be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\n[02:59.15] I don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\n[03:03.19] These\n[03:33.62] Yeah, man, I'm on, incredible\n[03:35.46] Hulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\n[03:37.57] I wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\n[03:38.85] I eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\n[03:40.96] Goin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\n[03:43.10] Post up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\n[03:45.07] Met the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\n[03:46.93] But he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\n[03:48.90] Nigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\n[03:50.97] An 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\n[03:52.35] The opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? 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Someone who don't bust as sick as me?\n  Mad cause I got his girl mouth to bust this Hennessy\n  Do I really need a doc, what the fuck is hickory?\n  Couldn't pay my bills, where the fuck is Hillary?\n  Pickin' up a syringe like was there anything?\n\n  Got enough artillery to clear the vicinity\n\n  Anybody want a problem, they can come and get at me\n  Fuck it, the nuthouse gon' come eventually with these\n\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n  I got fucked up shit that's in my brain a lot\n  So I smoke a lot and drink a lot, Yeah\n\n  I'm a ghost town nigga, but they prolly want me dead still\n  Lookin' like the Matrix when I'm bustin, fuck a red pill\n  I don't wanna get into ya head but this lead will\n  You goin' nowhere fast sprintin' on the treadmill\n  Everybody wanna be a killer 'til they friend kill\n  In a minute, niggas get they head to the anvil\n  I done dig dirt deep, hardly in a standstill\n  Pop another hydro, what the fuck's an Advil?\n  At will, I'm a bad boy with the Toolie\n  Double eye club, hell lookin' for the Julie\n  Everybody tune in cause a nigga loony\n  Spittin' at their cards and they prolly like, \"Sue me\"\n  Ya girl wanna do me and I don't mean shoot me\n  Shmurda that hoe, yep, tossin' up your floosie\n  All black clack flat, call her Paul Mooney\n  Make a nigga face sack lookin' like droopy\n  Do we have a problem at a reply?\n  Jack boy, steady snatch a nigga out his Levis\n  Bitch get it too, yep, lookin' at her ringside\n  She would let him live, I don't know, let him decide\n  Jeez, I been goin' in on this shit\n  Even poltergeists are feelin' this shit\n  Like B.o.B, I'm still in this bitch\n  Like kidnappin' a ho, I'm stealin' this bitch\n\n  Ay, give me the spliff or you mentally finna be skitzed\n  Like the interlude, nigga, he sick\n  Really these freaks tell Iso, \"Tickle me pink\" sort of like that Kimberly chick\n\n  Please riddle me this, G code\n  I be stickin' to her like gorillas, we finna be, bitch\n  I don't give a shit about you niggas that get softer than soliloquies with ya weak energy, bitch\n  These\n\n  Yeah, man, I'm on, incredible\n  Hulkin', made it bulk up in the federal\n  I wasn't chewin' on the vegetables\n  I eat the pussy, put it on a platter, doesn't matter if it's edible\n  Goin' up out of my mind, I need the big bad bee boo\n  Post up with a bad bitch, take a stop, coulda been two\n  Met the bitch's brother and, thought everything cool\n  But he wanted to come through and Do-Do-Do-Do\n  Nigga, that's really what it is everyday in my life that shit brazy.\n  An 80s baby who grew up sicker than rabies\n  The opposition got a proposition, will I fuck with it? 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