[{"id":5138534,"name":"DEATH SQUAD","trackName":"DEATH SQUAD","artistName":"Lil Darkie","albumName":"DEATH SQUAD","duration":1147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Twenty minute song\nIt's not actually twenty minutes\nDuey! Put on something creative\nDuey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\nOh boy\nIs there any way that I can put a melody over this?\nNo\nYeah! I am the melody\nYuh\n\nHate me, nigga, hate me\nYou a dummy, funny lady\nI'll name you Katie\nTalking shit, you like a baby\nI cannot understand\nI keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\nIn my hands\nMake you dance\nFuck a no melody\nI am the melody\nKill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\nI am not listening to what you're telling me\nI am not buying the shit that you're selling me\nI'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\nI'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\nOr forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\nYou niggas unworthy of being awarded\nFor anything other than being recorded\nAs some of the worst niggas labeled important\nGo put some more in\nYou like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\nBut, nigga, I'm touring\nKeep up the pouring\nThat poison yo organs\nI'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\nPopping them pills\n'Til these artists, there's more dead\nAin't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n\nWendigo x Dillinger\nReal trap shit\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\nGo say what you want about me and my riches\nYou faking statistics\nThese niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\nPussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\nI will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\nAin't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\nAin't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\nI'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\nIn the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n'Cause I'm very much missing my bae (My bae)\nHair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\nFlow into the drain\nAin't came here to play\nWhat you wan' say?\nOne of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\nNo, sir, I don't buy no plays\nI don't even care if you listen\nYou shitting or pissing\nYou ain't missing nothing important\nBitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\nI get to take what I imagine and form it\nYou an informant\nAs in you know about me\nYou informing the people\nYou scorn it\nAren't you bored yet?\nTo get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\nI am so pure and so gorgeous\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\nPimples in all of your pores\nWalk on all fours, can't open doors\nWhere are my thumbs? I am too dumb\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\nGo say what you want about me and my riches\nI'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\nI keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\nI'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\nI'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\nNiggas be wishing the worst for me\nI'ma do me, I'm my own homie\nDon't owe you nothing, you don't know me\nAin't wrote for me\nI grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\nI'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\nFall out\nWith niggas that care about all clout\nI'm hanging with Wendigo\nWe in New York and we sticker the city\nI'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\nI rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\nFast, I get an O for like fiddy\nGas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\nPass, Spider Gang titty committee\nAss\n\nShoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\nHelter skelter\nKill all the beatnicks\nKill all the faggots\nAnd anyone who seek dicks\nFace tats and fake plays, uh\nWaste cash and make no moves\nI got bass cracking my plays, uh\nRaise dragon live channel number 2\nMy mama told me sideways\nI would have to get outside, find my place, uh\nMy mama shares my migraines\nLook too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\nLipstick on my limp dick\nMommy, I want a skateboard\nMommy, I want to rape whores\nMommy, where's daddy?\nMommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\nI don't like you\nI don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\nUp in a tree, I am so free, caw\nWho want to breed with me? (Ah)\nMake more of me, make more of me\nYou are my spawn, look up and feed\nI'm in a tree like we KND\nDirty apollo kaka and mazi\nSolsa down under he sipping his pee\nHanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\nI'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\nSpam\nA tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\nHaving a grand slam, jabbing it\nMad stamina, damnit\nCan famine and cramming an animal\nInto a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\nBird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\nEdible eating credible medical speaking fellow\nMy turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\nA word fairy\nHow did he learn? Where'd he intern?\nFern carrying\nWith a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\nFennel seed scent\nWith a rental key to event\nI got lots of tea if you spending\nAin't meant to be in your business\nI gotta go pay the rent\nI'm giving up tree for Lent\nI'm beating it 'til it bent\nNo, no, no, no, no\nStop it\n\nYuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\nGreat, great, great\nA couple people in my face, face, face\nNo other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\nThunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\nAt the summit, ho, you want it take it\nAyy, ayy, ayy, fool\nWhy you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\nGo and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\nIf you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\nDon't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nBitches with hair, uh, hmm\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nBitches with hair, uh\nI'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\nHey, Luis, do yo dance\nGive 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\nIf he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\nIf you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\nI don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\nWhat you talking 'bout? (Uh)\nNigga who is that?\nFuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\nGot it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\nShaka laka zulu, huh\nNew year, thirty new yous\nWhat we should do is move the fuck on\nWalk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\nAnd the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\nAll these humans are insane, huh\nHalf Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\nMoving like a wave in a cave\nHunter aiming at yo brain\nBrain, brain, brain liquid\nI feel like Eddy, grip machete\nI'm addicted\nBut not by definition 'cause I kicked it\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nMen have become truly weak (Wow)\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhy are they abusing me? (Wow)\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\nMen have become truly weak\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhen I've become truly weak (Wow)\n\nShoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\nAnd for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\nFuck adlibs\n(I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nMake your corpse dance, your corpse dance\nI will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\nYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\nLook both ways before you cross the street\nJumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\nRotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\nStaring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\nCare about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\nBow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\nWhy you never holler unless you got something else you need?\nBitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\nFeel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n\"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before\nUp in the schoolyard (Ooh)\nBitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\nYo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\nMy soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\nTalking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\nI'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\nGo pee, on my face, I got no teeth\nWater tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\nIn New York I sock your cronies if they phony\nI'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\nI'm lonely\n\nAyy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\nHaha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n(Thraxx)\nFendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\nThen your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\nThen I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\nWhen she gotta poopy, do me face\nYes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\nShove it up ya ass and then drag it\nI'm a hot bitch if I drag it\nBag him and tag it, uh\nDon't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\nWalking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\nBruhmane asking what I'm mad at\nAll of that fag scat\nPussy chatter like he Claptrap\nNap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\nHate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\nCompanies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\nYou keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\nColor myself in with sharpie just because I can\nYo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\nMy choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\nYo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\nMy choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\nYo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\nMy choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\nYo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\nMy choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n\nNiggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n(Niggas need to cease fucksin')\nSpider Gang shit\nI'm off a quaalude right now\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nLil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\nIs it gay? Give a shit\nLay you out like my fit\nLike a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\nLit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\nI'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\nGo stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\nI'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\nSorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\nNigga, how you been this week?\nTell me while she finish me\nI am never industry\nSemen like I'm in this meat\nStreaming down yo sister cheek\nYo plug got a fist of weed\nBitch, go use some Listerine\nOr maybe some Mr. Clean\n'Til yo mouth is blistering\nHeadlights bright, hemp wick on my light\nIn-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\nPack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\nGot the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\nRolling so the pine tree bounce around\nNever outta green because we always keep an ounce around\nRAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\nSmoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\nPut it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\nThen you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\nTell that fucking cunt leave\nRiding too high to keep a downer round\nTurning up a pounding sound\nRoll and pass around a pound\nStupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n\nI produced this song\nI made this beat\nI'm so proud of myself\nShoutout Johnnascus\nJohnny boy, Johnny boy\nPlaying with his army toys\nJohnny tell his mother\nLet him hang out with the brawny boys\nScrawny as he is\nHe hold his own against the bully\nHe pull out his hair and yell at them\nThey aren't fully people\nThen they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\nPiss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\nBear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\nOff his head with the bite of his front tooth\nBitch what you gon' do?\nOutta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\nTongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n\"Wait it isn't right\"\nPulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\nAyy, you sucker, tell the others\nIf they come around this way you getting stuck up\nDid I stutter?\nRun from Johnny, he's crazy\nMommy, I think Johnny has rabies\nSave me, that little boy is shady\n\nSonnatic, wake the fuck up\nSonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\nSonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\nRickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\nWicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\nKnow I been tied up\nFinger bobby pin he prick\nBackwood lobby, suck my dick\nBurn down the hotel like a wick\nWick, wick, flick Bic\nLike I said one million times\nI feel lightning fill my spine\nSucking, biting when they rhyme\nPissy face, I lick a lime\nKiss my dick tip, you a dime\nKeep a quarter in my mind\nAll times\nI don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\nThese little ass kids on IG with they pictures\nI went to school and I read all my scriptures\nMaybe then God will let me into heaven\nAnd I can look down at the pedophile reverends\nThat burning in hell for not learning they lessons\nSteady molesting, no biblical sessions\nAyy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\nWhat's up?\nOh hey, just burning eternally\nOh, cool\nWish it was that simple\nHow to pop a pimple\nSqueeze until you bleed\nI got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\nI am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\nFall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\nBitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\nRat race, okay\nMove your feet if you wit' it\nSearching backpage, okay\nAll the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\nMy Asian bitch got a fat waist\nAll you pussy niggas are in last place\nAll these pussy niggas, know you're shit\nAll these pussy niggas, know you're shit\nShoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n\n(So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\nListen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n(At a reasonable miles per hour)\nAlright?\nI just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\nWhip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\nI just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\nYou just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\nI took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\nMy dollars blue\nNiggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\nHollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\nWhere that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\nNowhere, nowhere to be found\nSee you pound on your head\nHe has to be around, right?\nSound bites, as in wave eats\nHe don't save fleets\nSay please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\nLet's go make a movie should be way clean\nLights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\nSpray cream (Haha)\nOh, man, I'm so gay\nMeth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\nI love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\nNigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\nI'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\nPussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\nPussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\nWould these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\nDirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\nI can see you, I spy with my little eye\nA little man, small fry on his inner thigh\nHop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\nI feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\nNow I know what you're thinking\nThis song is getting kinda near the end, true\nThat means some cool shit is about to happen\n\nAyy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\nHaha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\nYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\nFuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, you hella pussy\nMany kitties flockin' round\nIn yo city, talking loud\nI can see you walking out\nWhile I'm rapping\nI'm a dog owner\nI yell at the cat then\nKick his backend (Uh)\nI know why these niggas yapping\n'Cause they mad that I'm attacking\nEverything they holding dear\nBeing racist, live in fear\nBeing hateful, killing queers\nLet a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\nBitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\nYou can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\nSuicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\nSad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\nWhat the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\nRun that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\nIn the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\nStraight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\nMy boys on my back\n12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\nSlide to the crib in the back\nBaby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\nSky with the brake dust\nAnd under it gun they make bust\nAnd under it LA break trust\nAnd under it all they fake us like\nMannequins up in the pike\nThese Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\nI'm biking bitch go take hike\nI ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\nLight fire to grass get water or rock on it\nGround pound like I taught her to hop on it\nRound sound, no squares in my circle\nOne loud round when we passing the purple\nNo bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\nHe leave you red like a robin\nBirdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\nOn his chest, already mobbin'\nPull up and you stutter\nMy face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\nManic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\nLittle boy, what you be on? What's happening?\nFaking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\nThey never said they protectors (Ugh)\nProtect us I bet, then wet us\nLet us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\nGet us\nThey judge us ain't even met us\nI gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\nSwimming the current, they trying to net us\nCurran put bruv on the shit right quick\n'Til Spider Gang get up\n\nThat's the whole song\nIt's done right now","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] Twenty minute song\n[00:02.21] It's not actually twenty minutes\n[00:04.11] Duey! Put on something creative\n[00:06.78] Duey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\n[00:09.91] Oh boy\n[00:13.35] Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?\n[00:19.05] No\n[00:22.35] Yeah! I am the melody\n[00:24.35] Yuh\n[00:24.98] Hate me, nigga, hate me\n[00:27.82] You a dummy, funny lady\n[00:30.12] I'll name you Katie\n[00:31.83] Talking shit, you like a baby\n[00:34.48] I cannot understand\n[00:36.93] I keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\n[00:40.40] In my hands\n[00:41.52] Make you dance\n[00:42.63] Fuck a no melody\n[00:43.78] I am the melody\n[00:44.67] Kill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\n[00:46.95] I am not listening to what you're telling me\n[00:48.99] I am not buying the shit that you're selling me\n[00:51.13] I'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\n[00:52.97] I'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\n[00:55.16] Or forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\n[00:57.15] You niggas unworthy of being awarded\n[00:59.53] For anything other than being recorded\n[01:01.55] As some of the worst niggas labeled important\n[01:03.84] Go put some more in\n[01:04.90] You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\n[01:06.96] But, nigga, I'm touring\n[01:08.07] Keep up the pouring\n[01:08.91] That poison yo organs\n[01:10.08] I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\n[01:12.36] Popping them pills\n[01:12.91] 'Til these artists, there's more dead\n[01:14.43] Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n[01:26.41] Wendigo x Dillinger\n[01:29.17] Real trap shit\n[01:30.69] I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n[01:32.59] Go say what you want about me and my riches\n[01:34.39] You faking statistics\n[01:35.22] These niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\n[01:37.53] Pussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\n[01:39.58] I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\n[01:43.35] Ain't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\n[01:44.14] Ain't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\n[01:45.10] I'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\n[01:46.79] In the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n[01:49.02] 'Cause I'm very much missing my bae (My bae)\n[01:50.48] Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\n[01:53.25] Flow into the drain\n[01:54.12] Ain't came here to play\n[01:55.21] What you wan' say?\n[01:56.12] One of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\n[01:58.39] No, sir, I don't buy no plays\n[01:59.77] I don't even care if you listen\n[02:01.15] You shitting or pissing\n[02:02.04] You ain't missing nothing important\n[02:03.41] Bitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\n[02:05.15] I get to take what I imagine and form it\n[02:07.20] You an informant\n[02:08.08] As in you know about me\n[02:09.26] You informing the people\n[02:10.38] You scorn it\n[02:10.84] Aren't you bored yet?\n[02:11.88] To get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\n[02:13.72] I am so pure and so gorgeous\n[02:14.65] I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\n[02:16.96] Pimples in all of your pores\n[02:18.11] Walk on all fours, can't open doors\n[02:20.05] Where are my thumbs? I am too dumb\n[02:21.96] I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n[02:24.13] Go say what you want about me and my riches\n[02:25.88] I'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\n[02:27.84] I keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\n[02:29.69] I'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\n[02:32.32] I'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\n[02:34.34] Niggas be wishing the worst for me\n[02:36.08] I'ma do me, I'm my own homie\n[02:37.85] Don't owe you nothing, you don't know me\n[02:39.53] Ain't wrote for me\n[02:40.64] I grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\n[02:42.68] I'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\n[02:44.65] Fall out\n[02:45.25] With niggas that care about all clout\n[02:47.17] I'm hanging with Wendigo\n[02:48.32] We in New York and we sticker the city\n[02:49.91] I'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\n[02:51.71] I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\n[02:53.74] Fast, I get an O for like fiddy\n[02:55.46] Gas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\n[02:57.32] Pass, Spider Gang titty committee\n[02:59.32] Ass\n[03:16.73] Shoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\n[03:21.71] Helter skelter\n[03:23.47] Kill all the beatnicks\n[03:25.22] Kill all the faggots\n[03:27.33] And anyone who seek dicks\n[03:29.23] Face tats and fake plays, uh\n[03:30.98] Waste cash and make no moves\n[03:32.95] I got bass cracking my plays, uh\n[03:34.99] Raise dragon live channel number 2\n[03:36.84] My mama told me sideways\n[03:38.29] I would have to get outside, find my place, uh\n[03:40.87] My mama shares my migraines\n[03:42.18] Look too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\n[03:44.48] Lipstick on my limp dick\n[03:46.40] Mommy, I want a skateboard\n[03:47.83] Mommy, I want to rape whores\n[03:49.27] Mommy, where's daddy?\n[03:50.36] Mommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\n[03:52.36] I don't like you\n[03:53.11] I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\n[03:55.94] Up in a tree, I am so free, caw\n[03:58.22] Who want to breed with me? (Ah)\n[03:59.97] Make more of me, make more of me\n[04:01.61] You are my spawn, look up and feed\n[04:03.55] I'm in a tree like we KND\n[04:05.58] Dirty apollo kaka and mazi\n[04:07.53] Solsa down under he sipping his pee\n[04:09.29] Hanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\n[04:13.35] I'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\n[04:15.06] Spam\n[04:15.61] A tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\n[04:17.38] Having a grand slam, jabbing it\n[04:18.87] Mad stamina, damnit\n[04:19.70] Can famine and cramming an animal\n[04:21.01] Into a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\n[04:22.70] Bird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\n[04:24.62] Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow\n[04:26.49] My turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\n[04:27.87] A word fairy\n[04:28.52] How did he learn? Where'd he intern?\n[04:29.63] Fern carrying\n[04:30.25] With a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\n[04:32.10] Fennel seed scent\n[04:32.82] With a rental key to event\n[04:33.74] I got lots of tea if you spending\n[04:34.80] Ain't meant to be in your business\n[04:35.84] I gotta go pay the rent\n[04:36.63] I'm giving up tree for Lent\n[04:37.78] I'm beating it 'til it bent\n[04:40.21] No, no, no, no, no\n[04:42.53] Stop it\n[04:49.53] Yuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\n[04:55.23] Great, great, great\n[04:56.31] A couple people in my face, face, face\n[04:58.55] No other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\n[05:01.68] Thunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\n[05:04.70] At the summit, ho, you want it take it\n[05:06.48] Ayy, ayy, ayy, fool\n[05:07.58] Why you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\n[05:10.66] Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\n[05:13.74] If you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\n[05:16.89] Don't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\n[05:20.74] I like hairy bitches, uh\n[05:22.11] I like hairy bitches, uh\n[05:23.89] Bitches with hair, uh, hmm\n[05:26.95] I like hairy bitches, uh\n[05:28.32] I like hairy bitches, uh\n[05:29.72] Bitches with hair, uh\n[05:31.24] I'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\n[05:33.98] Hey, Luis, do yo dance\n[05:35.34] Give 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\n[05:37.38] If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\n[05:40.74] If you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\n[05:43.24] I don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\n[05:46.59] What you talking 'bout? (Uh)\n[05:48.09] Nigga who is that?\n[05:49.15] Fuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\n[05:52.24] Got it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\n[06:01.71] Shaka laka zulu, huh\n[06:03.73] New year, thirty new yous\n[06:05.46] What we should do is move the fuck on\n[06:07.95] Walk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\n[06:10.75] And the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\n[06:13.30] All these humans are insane, huh\n[06:15.36] Half Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\n[06:17.50] Moving like a wave in a cave\n[06:19.49] Hunter aiming at yo brain\n[06:21.26] Brain, brain, brain liquid\n[06:23.28] I feel like Eddy, grip machete\n[06:25.27] I'm addicted\n[06:26.32] But not by definition 'cause I kicked it\n[06:28.82] Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n[06:30.27] Men have become truly weak (Wow)\n[06:33.76] Why are they abusing me?\n[06:35.14] Why are they abusing me?\n[06:36.86] Why are they abusing me? (Wow)\n[06:39.91] Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n[06:41.66] Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n[06:43.38] Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\n[06:46.26] Men have become truly weak\n[06:47.95] Why are they abusing me?\n[06:49.63] When I've become truly weak (Wow)\n[07:00.54] Shoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\n[07:03.70] And for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\n[07:08.18] Fuck adlibs\n[07:09.84] (I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[07:13.19] Make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n[07:15.63] I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n[07:19.68] Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n[07:21.71] Look both ways before you cross the street\n[07:24.76] Jumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\n[07:27.85] Rotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\n[07:30.96] Staring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\n[07:33.92] Care about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\n[07:36.75] Bow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\n[07:39.73] Why you never holler unless you got something else you need?\n[07:42.82] Bitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\n[07:45.64] Feel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n[07:48.80] \"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before\n[07:52.10] Up in the schoolyard (Ooh)\n[07:54.81] Bitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\n[07:57.82] Yo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\n[08:00.63] My soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\n[08:03.79] Talking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\n[08:06.78] I'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\n[08:09.97] Go pee, on my face, I got no teeth\n[08:12.75] Water tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\n[08:15.70] In New York I sock your cronies if they phony\n[08:18.43] I'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\n[08:25.14] I'm lonely\n[08:34.66] Ayy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\n[08:38.49] Haha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n[08:43.68] (Thraxx)\n[08:45.10] Fendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\n[08:47.99] Then your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\n[08:50.76] Then I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\n[08:53.64] When she gotta poopy, do me face\n[08:56.10] Yes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\n[08:59.19] Shove it up ya ass and then drag it\n[09:01.23] I'm a hot bitch if I drag it\n[09:03.40] Bag him and tag it, uh\n[09:05.36] Don't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\n[09:07.70] Walking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\n[09:10.47] Bruhmane asking what I'm mad at\n[09:12.49] All of that fag scat\n[09:14.34] Pussy chatter like he Claptrap\n[09:16.00] Nap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\n[09:18.81] Hate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\n[09:21.99] Companies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\n[09:24.81] You keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\n[09:28.22] Color myself in with sharpie just because I can\n[09:30.20] Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n[09:33.03] My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n[09:35.85] Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n[09:38.50] My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n[09:41.32] Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n[09:44.22] My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n[09:47.16] Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n[09:49.82] My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n[09:53.26] Niggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n[09:57.30] (Niggas need to cease fucksin')\n[09:58.79] Spider Gang shit\n[10:00.45] I'm off a quaalude right now\n[10:13.48] Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[10:16.39] Lil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\n[10:19.35] Is it gay? Give a shit\n[10:20.74] Lay you out like my fit\n[10:22.14] Like a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\n[10:25.24] Lit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\n[10:28.34] I'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\n[10:31.18] Go stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\n[10:34.24] I'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\n[10:37.71] Sorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\n[10:39.87] Nigga, how you been this week?\n[10:41.22] Tell me while she finish me\n[10:42.92] I am never industry\n[10:44.34] Semen like I'm in this meat\n[10:45.76] Streaming down yo sister cheek\n[10:47.27] Yo plug got a fist of weed\n[10:48.89] Bitch, go use some Listerine\n[10:50.28] Or maybe some Mr. Clean\n[10:51.62] 'Til yo mouth is blistering\n[10:53.12] Headlights bright, hemp wick on my light\n[10:56.08] In-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\n[10:58.88] Pack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\n[11:01.90] Got the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\n[11:05.40] Rolling so the pine tree bounce around\n[11:07.56] Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around\n[11:10.43] RAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\n[11:12.96] Smoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\n[11:16.02] Put it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\n[11:19.35] Then you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\n[11:21.75] Tell that fucking cunt leave\n[11:23.18] Riding too high to keep a downer round\n[11:25.27] Turning up a pounding sound\n[11:26.76] Roll and pass around a pound\n[11:28.17] Stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[11:30.96] Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[11:34.12] Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[11:36.91] Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[11:41.45] I produced this song\n[11:43.64] I made this beat\n[11:45.68] I'm so proud of myself\n[11:48.75] Shoutout Johnnascus\n[11:52.49] Johnny boy, Johnny boy\n[11:53.82] Playing with his army toys\n[11:55.38] Johnny tell his mother\n[11:56.73] Let him hang out with the brawny boys\n[11:58.38] Scrawny as he is\n[11:59.35] He hold his own against the bully\n[12:01.03] He pull out his hair and yell at them\n[12:02.77] They aren't fully people\n[12:04.17] Then they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\n[12:07.45] Piss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\n[12:10.56] Bear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\n[12:13.66] Off his head with the bite of his front tooth\n[12:16.55] Bitch what you gon' do?\n[12:19.36] Outta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\n[12:22.22] Tongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n[12:25.09] \"Wait it isn't right\"\n[12:26.03] Pulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\n[12:28.65] Ayy, you sucker, tell the others\n[12:30.34] If they come around this way you getting stuck up\n[12:32.68] Did I stutter?\n[12:33.73] Run from Johnny, he's crazy\n[12:35.92] Mommy, I think Johnny has rabies\n[12:38.14] Save me, that little boy is shady\n[12:42.40] Sonnatic, wake the fuck up\n[12:44.68] Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n[12:50.17] Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n[12:58.92] Rickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\n[13:00.93] Wicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\n[13:02.72] Know I been tied up\n[13:04.91] Finger bobby pin he prick\n[13:06.99] Backwood lobby, suck my dick\n[13:08.61] Burn down the hotel like a wick\n[13:10.93] Wick, wick, flick Bic\n[13:12.57] Like I said one million times\n[13:14.35] I feel lightning fill my spine\n[13:16.02] Sucking, biting when they rhyme\n[13:18.02] Pissy face, I lick a lime\n[13:19.98] Kiss my dick tip, you a dime\n[13:21.69] Keep a quarter in my mind\n[13:23.50] All times\n[13:24.33] I don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\n[13:26.06] These little ass kids on IG with they pictures\n[13:28.06] I went to school and I read all my scriptures\n[13:29.69] Maybe then God will let me into heaven\n[13:31.62] And I can look down at the pedophile reverends\n[13:33.38] That burning in hell for not learning they lessons\n[13:35.38] Steady molesting, no biblical sessions\n[13:37.26] Ayy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\n[13:39.83] What's up?\n[13:40.73] Oh hey, just burning eternally\n[13:43.34] Oh, cool\n[13:44.47] Wish it was that simple\n[13:45.85] How to pop a pimple\n[13:47.29] Squeeze until you bleed\n[13:48.88] I got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\n[13:51.43] I am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\n[13:55.16] Fall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\n[13:58.70] Bitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\n[14:06.77] Rat race, okay\n[14:08.08] Move your feet if you wit' it\n[14:09.91] Searching backpage, okay\n[14:11.37] All the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\n[14:15.20] My Asian bitch got a fat waist\n[14:17.65] All you pussy niggas are in last place\n[14:23.04] All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n[14:25.25] All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n[14:26.97] Shoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n[14:35.27] (So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\n[14:36.44] Listen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n[14:41.97] (At a reasonable miles per hour)\n[14:44.17] Alright?\n[14:46.58] I just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\n[14:49.53] Whip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\n[14:52.73] I just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\n[14:55.78] You just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\n[14:58.56] I took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\n[15:01.52] My dollars blue\n[15:02.37] Niggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\n[15:05.42] Hollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\n[15:08.46] Where that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\n[15:10.70] Nowhere, nowhere to be found\n[15:13.27] See you pound on your head\n[15:14.93] He has to be around, right?\n[15:16.66] Sound bites, as in wave eats\n[15:18.56] He don't save fleets\n[15:19.71] Say please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\n[15:22.89] Let's go make a movie should be way clean\n[15:25.03] Lights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\n[15:27.92] Spray cream (Haha)\n[15:33.67] Oh, man, I'm so gay\n[15:34.72] Meth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\n[15:38.13] I love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\n[15:40.84] Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\n[15:44.33] I'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\n[15:46.99] Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\n[15:50.09] Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\n[15:52.99] Would these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\n[15:56.16] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[15:59.16] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[16:05.23] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[16:11.04] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[16:14.14] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[16:17.22] I can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\n[16:20.37] Dirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\n[16:23.28] I can see you, I spy with my little eye\n[16:26.60] A little man, small fry on his inner thigh\n[16:29.24] Hop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\n[16:32.00] I feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\n[16:37.47] Now I know what you're thinking\n[16:40.06] This song is getting kinda near the end, true\n[16:43.97] That means some cool shit is about to happen\n[16:48.37] Ayy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\n[16:51.93] Haha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\n[17:00.20] Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n[17:04.13] Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\n[17:06.31] Bitch, you hella pussy\n[17:07.52] Many kitties flockin' round\n[17:09.13] In yo city, talking loud\n[17:10.85] I can see you walking out\n[17:12.84] While I'm rapping\n[17:14.01] I'm a dog owner\n[17:15.26] I yell at the cat then\n[17:16.68] Kick his backend (Uh)\n[17:17.87] I know why these niggas yapping\n[17:19.99] 'Cause they mad that I'm attacking\n[17:21.88] Everything they holding dear\n[17:23.36] Being racist, live in fear\n[17:25.08] Being hateful, killing queers\n[17:27.04] Let a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\n[17:30.42] Bitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\n[17:33.62] You can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\n[17:37.18] Suicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\n[17:40.77] Sad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\n[17:45.44] What the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\n[17:49.37] Run that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\n[17:52.86] In the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\n[17:56.14] Straight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\n[18:01.40] My boys on my back\n[18:02.66] 12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\n[18:04.51] Slide to the crib in the back\n[18:05.37] Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\n[18:08.14] Sky with the brake dust\n[18:09.28] And under it gun they make bust\n[18:11.11] And under it LA break trust\n[18:12.74] And under it all they fake us like\n[18:14.42] Mannequins up in the pike\n[18:15.82] These Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\n[18:17.76] I'm biking bitch go take hike\n[18:19.16] I ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\n[18:21.15] Light fire to grass get water or rock on it\n[18:23.11] Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it\n[18:24.97] Round sound, no squares in my circle\n[18:26.33] One loud round when we passing the purple\n[18:28.40] No bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\n[18:30.53] He leave you red like a robin\n[18:31.72] Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\n[18:33.77] On his chest, already mobbin'\n[18:34.99] Pull up and you stutter\n[18:35.90] My face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\n[18:38.71] Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\n[18:40.52] Little boy, what you be on? What's happening?\n[18:41.92] Faking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\n[18:44.10] They never said they protectors (Ugh)\n[18:46.20] Protect us I bet, then wet us\n[18:47.56] Let us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\n[18:48.76] Get us\n[18:49.64] They judge us ain't even met us\n[18:50.82] I gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\n[18:52.67] Swimming the current, they trying to net us\n[18:54.41] Curran put bruv on the shit right quick\n[18:55.82] 'Til Spider Gang get up\n[18:59.35] That's the whole song\n[19:02.74] It's done right now\n[19:05.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: DEATH SQUAD\n  artist: Lil Darkie\n  album: DEATH SQUAD\n  duration_ms: 1147000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Twenty minute song\n  start_ms: 930\n  end_ms: 2210\n- text: It's not actually twenty minutes\n  start_ms: 2210\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Duey! Put on something creative\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 6780\n- text: Duey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\n  start_ms: 6780\n  end_ms: 9910\n- text: Oh boy\n  start_ms: 9910\n  end_ms: 13350\n- text: Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?\n  start_ms: 13350\n  end_ms: 19050\n- text: No\n  start_ms: 19050\n  end_ms: 22350\n- text: Yeah! I am the melody\n  start_ms: 22350\n  end_ms: 24350\n- text: Yuh\n  start_ms: 24350\n  end_ms: 24980\n- text: Hate me, nigga, hate me\n  start_ms: 24980\n  end_ms: 27820\n- text: You a dummy, funny lady\n  start_ms: 27820\n  end_ms: 30120\n- text: I'll name you Katie\n  start_ms: 30120\n  end_ms: 31830\n- text: Talking shit, you like a baby\n  start_ms: 31830\n  end_ms: 34480\n- text: I cannot understand\n  start_ms: 34480\n  end_ms: 36930\n- text: I keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\n  start_ms: 36930\n  end_ms: 40400\n- text: In my hands\n  start_ms: 40400\n  end_ms: 41520\n- text: Make you dance\n  start_ms: 41520\n  end_ms: 42630\n- text: Fuck a no melody\n  start_ms: 42630\n  end_ms: 43780\n- text: I am the melody\n  start_ms: 43780\n  end_ms: 44670\n- text: Kill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\n  start_ms: 44670\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: I am not listening to what you're telling me\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 48990\n- text: I am not buying the shit that you're selling me\n  start_ms: 48990\n  end_ms: 51130\n- text: I'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\n  start_ms: 51130\n  end_ms: 52970\n- text: I'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\n  start_ms: 52970\n  end_ms: 55160\n- text: Or forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\n  start_ms: 55160\n  end_ms: 57150\n- text: You niggas unworthy of being awarded\n  start_ms: 57150\n  end_ms: 59530\n- text: For anything other than being recorded\n  start_ms: 59530\n  end_ms: 61550\n- text: As some of the worst niggas labeled important\n  start_ms: 61550\n  end_ms: 63840\n- text: Go put some more in\n  start_ms: 63840\n  end_ms: 64900\n- text: You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\n  start_ms: 64900\n  end_ms: 66960\n- text: But, nigga, I'm touring\n  start_ms: 66960\n  end_ms: 68070\n- text: Keep up the pouring\n  start_ms: 68070\n  end_ms: 68910\n- text: That poison yo organs\n  start_ms: 68910\n  end_ms: 70080\n- text: I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\n  start_ms: 70080\n  end_ms: 72360\n- text: Popping them pills\n  start_ms: 72360\n  end_ms: 72910\n- text: '''Til these artists, there''s more dead'\n  start_ms: 72910\n  end_ms: 74430\n- text: Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n  start_ms: 74430\n  end_ms: 86410\n- text: Wendigo x Dillinger\n  start_ms: 86410\n  end_ms: 89170\n- text: Real trap shit\n  start_ms: 89170\n  end_ms: 90690\n- text: I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  start_ms: 90690\n  end_ms: 92590\n- text: Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  start_ms: 92590\n  end_ms: 94390\n- text: You faking statistics\n  start_ms: 94390\n  end_ms: 95220\n- text: These niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\n  start_ms: 95220\n  end_ms: 97530\n- text: Pussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\n  start_ms: 97530\n  end_ms: 99580\n- text: I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 99580\n  end_ms: 103350\n- text: Ain't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 103350\n  end_ms: 104140\n- text: Ain't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 104140\n  end_ms: 105100\n- text: I'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\n  start_ms: 105100\n  end_ms: 106790\n- text: In the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n  start_ms: 106790\n  end_ms: 109020\n- text: '''Cause I''m very much missing my bae (My bae)'\n  start_ms: 109020\n  end_ms: 110480\n- text: Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\n  start_ms: 110480\n  end_ms: 113250\n- text: Flow into the drain\n  start_ms: 113250\n  end_ms: 114120\n- text: Ain't came here to play\n  start_ms: 114120\n  end_ms: 115210\n- text: What you wan' say?\n  start_ms: 115210\n  end_ms: 116120\n- text: One of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\n  start_ms: 116120\n  end_ms: 118390\n- text: No, sir, I don't buy no plays\n  start_ms: 118390\n  end_ms: 119770\n- text: I don't even care if you listen\n  start_ms: 119770\n  end_ms: 121150\n- text: You shitting or pissing\n  start_ms: 121150\n  end_ms: 122040\n- text: You ain't missing nothing important\n  start_ms: 122040\n  end_ms: 123410\n- text: Bitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\n  start_ms: 123410\n  end_ms: 125150\n- text: I get to take what I imagine and form it\n  start_ms: 125150\n  end_ms: 127200\n- text: You an informant\n  start_ms: 127200\n  end_ms: 128080\n- text: As in you know about me\n  start_ms: 128080\n  end_ms: 129260\n- text: You informing the people\n  start_ms: 129260\n  end_ms: 130380\n- text: You scorn it\n  start_ms: 130380\n  end_ms: 130840\n- text: Aren't you bored yet?\n  start_ms: 130840\n  end_ms: 131880\n- text: To get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\n  start_ms: 131880\n  end_ms: 133720\n- text: I am so pure and so gorgeous\n  start_ms: 133720\n  end_ms: 134650\n- text: I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\n  start_ms: 134650\n  end_ms: 136960\n- text: Pimples in all of your pores\n  start_ms: 136960\n  end_ms: 138110\n- text: Walk on all fours, can't open doors\n  start_ms: 138110\n  end_ms: 140050\n- text: Where are my thumbs? I am too dumb\n  start_ms: 140050\n  end_ms: 141960\n- text: I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  start_ms: 141960\n  end_ms: 144130\n- text: Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  start_ms: 144130\n  end_ms: 145880\n- text: I'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\n  start_ms: 145880\n  end_ms: 147840\n- text: I keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\n  start_ms: 147840\n  end_ms: 149690\n- text: I'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\n  start_ms: 149690\n  end_ms: 152320\n- text: I'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\n  start_ms: 152320\n  end_ms: 154340\n- text: Niggas be wishing the worst for me\n  start_ms: 154340\n  end_ms: 156080\n- text: I'ma do me, I'm my own homie\n  start_ms: 156080\n  end_ms: 157850\n- text: Don't owe you nothing, you don't know me\n  start_ms: 157850\n  end_ms: 159530\n- text: Ain't wrote for me\n  start_ms: 159530\n  end_ms: 160640\n- text: I grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\n  start_ms: 160640\n  end_ms: 162680\n- text: I'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\n  start_ms: 162680\n  end_ms: 164650\n- text: Fall out\n  start_ms: 164650\n  end_ms: 165250\n- text: With niggas that care about all clout\n  start_ms: 165250\n  end_ms: 167170\n- text: I'm hanging with Wendigo\n  start_ms: 167170\n  end_ms: 168320\n- text: We in New York and we sticker the city\n  start_ms: 168320\n  end_ms: 169910\n- text: I'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\n  start_ms: 169910\n  end_ms: 171710\n- text: I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\n  start_ms: 171710\n  end_ms: 173740\n- text: Fast, I get an O for like fiddy\n  start_ms: 173740\n  end_ms: 175460\n- text: Gas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\n  start_ms: 175460\n  end_ms: 177320\n- text: Pass, Spider Gang titty committee\n  start_ms: 177320\n  end_ms: 179320\n- text: Ass\n  start_ms: 179320\n  end_ms: 196730\n- text: Shoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\n  start_ms: 196730\n  end_ms: 201710\n- text: Helter skelter\n  start_ms: 201710\n  end_ms: 203470\n- text: Kill all the beatnicks\n  start_ms: 203470\n  end_ms: 205220\n- text: Kill all the faggots\n  start_ms: 205220\n  end_ms: 207330\n- text: And anyone who seek dicks\n  start_ms: 207330\n  end_ms: 209230\n- text: Face tats and fake plays, uh\n  start_ms: 209230\n  end_ms: 210980\n- text: Waste cash and make no moves\n  start_ms: 210980\n  end_ms: 212950\n- text: I got bass cracking my plays, uh\n  start_ms: 212950\n  end_ms: 214990\n- text: Raise dragon live channel number 2\n  start_ms: 214990\n  end_ms: 216840\n- text: My mama told me sideways\n  start_ms: 216840\n  end_ms: 218290\n- text: I would have to get outside, find my place, uh\n  start_ms: 218290\n  end_ms: 220870\n- text: My mama shares my migraines\n  start_ms: 220870\n  end_ms: 222180\n- text: Look too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\n  start_ms: 222180\n  end_ms: 224480\n- text: Lipstick on my limp dick\n  start_ms: 224480\n  end_ms: 226400\n- text: Mommy, I want a skateboard\n  start_ms: 226400\n  end_ms: 227830\n- text: Mommy, I want to rape whores\n  start_ms: 227830\n  end_ms: 229270\n- text: Mommy, where's daddy?\n  start_ms: 229270\n  end_ms: 230360\n- text: Mommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\n  start_ms: 230360\n  end_ms: 232360\n- text: I don't like you\n  start_ms: 232360\n  end_ms: 233110\n- text: I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\n  start_ms: 233110\n  end_ms: 235940\n- text: Up in a tree, I am so free, caw\n  start_ms: 235940\n  end_ms: 238220\n- text: Who want to breed with me? (Ah)\n  start_ms: 238220\n  end_ms: 239970\n- text: Make more of me, make more of me\n  start_ms: 239970\n  end_ms: 241610\n- text: You are my spawn, look up and feed\n  start_ms: 241610\n  end_ms: 243550\n- text: I'm in a tree like we KND\n  start_ms: 243550\n  end_ms: 245580\n- text: Dirty apollo kaka and mazi\n  start_ms: 245580\n  end_ms: 247530\n- text: Solsa down under he sipping his pee\n  start_ms: 247530\n  end_ms: 249290\n- text: Hanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\n  start_ms: 249290\n  end_ms: 253350\n- text: I'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\n  start_ms: 253350\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: Spam\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 255610\n- text: A tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\n  start_ms: 255610\n  end_ms: 257380\n- text: Having a grand slam, jabbing it\n  start_ms: 257380\n  end_ms: 258870\n- text: Mad stamina, damnit\n  start_ms: 258870\n  end_ms: 259700\n- text: Can famine and cramming an animal\n  start_ms: 259700\n  end_ms: 261010\n- text: Into a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\n  start_ms: 261010\n  end_ms: 262700\n- text: Bird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\n  start_ms: 262700\n  end_ms: 264620\n- text: Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow\n  start_ms: 264620\n  end_ms: 266490\n- text: My turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\n  start_ms: 266490\n  end_ms: 267870\n- text: A word fairy\n  start_ms: 267870\n  end_ms: 268520\n- text: How did he learn? Where'd he intern?\n  start_ms: 268520\n  end_ms: 269630\n- text: Fern carrying\n  start_ms: 269630\n  end_ms: 270250\n- text: With a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\n  start_ms: 270250\n  end_ms: 272100\n- text: Fennel seed scent\n  start_ms: 272100\n  end_ms: 272820\n- text: With a rental key to event\n  start_ms: 272820\n  end_ms: 273740\n- text: I got lots of tea if you spending\n  start_ms: 273740\n  end_ms: 274800\n- text: Ain't meant to be in your business\n  start_ms: 274800\n  end_ms: 275840\n- text: I gotta go pay the rent\n  start_ms: 275840\n  end_ms: 276630\n- text: I'm giving up tree for Lent\n  start_ms: 276630\n  end_ms: 277780\n- text: I'm beating it 'til it bent\n  start_ms: 277780\n  end_ms: 280210\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 280210\n  end_ms: 282530\n- text: Stop it\n  start_ms: 282530\n  end_ms: 289530\n- text: Yuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\n  start_ms: 289530\n  end_ms: 295230\n- text: Great, great, great\n  start_ms: 295230\n  end_ms: 296310\n- text: A couple people in my face, face, face\n  start_ms: 296310\n  end_ms: 298550\n- text: No other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\n  start_ms: 298550\n  end_ms: 301680\n- text: Thunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\n  start_ms: 301680\n  end_ms: 304700\n- text: At the summit, ho, you want it take it\n  start_ms: 304700\n  end_ms: 306480\n- text: Ayy, ayy, ayy, fool\n  start_ms: 306480\n  end_ms: 307580\n- text: Why you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\n  start_ms: 307580\n  end_ms: 310660\n- text: Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\n  start_ms: 310660\n  end_ms: 313740\n- text: If you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\n  start_ms: 313740\n  end_ms: 316890\n- text: Don't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\n  start_ms: 316890\n  end_ms: 320740\n- text: I like hairy bitches, uh\n  start_ms: 320740\n  end_ms: 322110\n- text: I like hairy bitches, uh\n  start_ms: 322110\n  end_ms: 323890\n- text: Bitches with hair, uh, hmm\n  start_ms: 323890\n  end_ms: 326950\n- text: I like hairy bitches, uh\n  start_ms: 326950\n  end_ms: 328320\n- text: I like hairy bitches, uh\n  start_ms: 328320\n  end_ms: 329720\n- text: Bitches with hair, uh\n  start_ms: 329720\n  end_ms: 331240\n- text: I'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\n  start_ms: 331240\n  end_ms: 333980\n- text: Hey, Luis, do yo dance\n  start_ms: 333980\n  end_ms: 335340\n- text: Give 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\n  start_ms: 335340\n  end_ms: 337380\n- text: If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\n  start_ms: 337380\n  end_ms: 340740\n- text: If you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\n  start_ms: 340740\n  end_ms: 343240\n- text: I don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\n  start_ms: 343240\n  end_ms: 346590\n- text: What you talking 'bout? (Uh)\n  start_ms: 346590\n  end_ms: 348090\n- text: Nigga who is that?\n  start_ms: 348090\n  end_ms: 349150\n- text: Fuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\n  start_ms: 349150\n  end_ms: 352240\n- text: Got it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\n  start_ms: 352240\n  end_ms: 361710\n- text: Shaka laka zulu, huh\n  start_ms: 361710\n  end_ms: 363730\n- text: New year, thirty new yous\n  start_ms: 363730\n  end_ms: 365460\n- text: What we should do is move the fuck on\n  start_ms: 365460\n  end_ms: 367950\n- text: Walk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\n  start_ms: 367950\n  end_ms: 370750\n- text: And the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\n  start_ms: 370750\n  end_ms: 373300\n- text: All these humans are insane, huh\n  start_ms: 373300\n  end_ms: 375360\n- text: Half Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\n  start_ms: 375360\n  end_ms: 377500\n- text: Moving like a wave in a cave\n  start_ms: 377500\n  end_ms: 379490\n- text: Hunter aiming at yo brain\n  start_ms: 379490\n  end_ms: 381260\n- text: Brain, brain, brain liquid\n  start_ms: 381260\n  end_ms: 383280\n- text: I feel like Eddy, grip machete\n  start_ms: 383280\n  end_ms: 385270\n- text: I'm addicted\n  start_ms: 385270\n  end_ms: 386320\n- text: But not by definition 'cause I kicked it\n  start_ms: 386320\n  end_ms: 388820\n- text: Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  start_ms: 388820\n  end_ms: 390270\n- text: Men have become truly weak (Wow)\n  start_ms: 390270\n  end_ms: 393760\n- text: Why are they abusing me?\n  start_ms: 393760\n  end_ms: 395140\n- text: Why are they abusing me?\n  start_ms: 395140\n  end_ms: 396860\n- text: Why are they abusing me? (Wow)\n  start_ms: 396860\n  end_ms: 399910\n- text: Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  start_ms: 399910\n  end_ms: 401660\n- text: Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  start_ms: 401660\n  end_ms: 403380\n- text: Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\n  start_ms: 403380\n  end_ms: 406260\n- text: Men have become truly weak\n  start_ms: 406260\n  end_ms: 407950\n- text: Why are they abusing me?\n  start_ms: 407950\n  end_ms: 409630\n- text: When I've become truly weak (Wow)\n  start_ms: 409630\n  end_ms: 420540\n- text: Shoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\n  start_ms: 420540\n  end_ms: 423700\n- text: And for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\n  start_ms: 423700\n  end_ms: 428180\n- text: Fuck adlibs\n  start_ms: 428180\n  end_ms: 429840\n- text: (I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 429840\n  end_ms: 433190\n- text: Make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  start_ms: 433190\n  end_ms: 435630\n- text: I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  start_ms: 435630\n  end_ms: 439680\n- text: Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  start_ms: 439680\n  end_ms: 441710\n- text: Look both ways before you cross the street\n  start_ms: 441710\n  end_ms: 444760\n- text: Jumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\n  start_ms: 444760\n  end_ms: 447850\n- text: Rotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\n  start_ms: 447850\n  end_ms: 450960\n- text: Staring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\n  start_ms: 450960\n  end_ms: 453920\n- text: Care about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\n  start_ms: 453920\n  end_ms: 456750\n- text: Bow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\n  start_ms: 456750\n  end_ms: 459730\n- text: Why you never holler unless you got something else you need?\n  start_ms: 459730\n  end_ms: 462820\n- text: Bitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\n  start_ms: 462820\n  end_ms: 465640\n- text: Feel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n  start_ms: 465640\n  end_ms: 468800\n- text: '\"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before'\n  start_ms: 468800\n  end_ms: 472100\n- text: Up in the schoolyard (Ooh)\n  start_ms: 472100\n  end_ms: 474810\n- text: Bitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\n  start_ms: 474810\n  end_ms: 477820\n- text: Yo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\n  start_ms: 477820\n  end_ms: 480630\n- text: My soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\n  start_ms: 480630\n  end_ms: 483790\n- text: Talking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\n  start_ms: 483790\n  end_ms: 486780\n- text: I'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\n  start_ms: 486780\n  end_ms: 489970\n- text: Go pee, on my face, I got no teeth\n  start_ms: 489970\n  end_ms: 492750\n- text: Water tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\n  start_ms: 492750\n  end_ms: 495700\n- text: In New York I sock your cronies if they phony\n  start_ms: 495700\n  end_ms: 498430\n- text: I'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\n  start_ms: 498430\n  end_ms: 505140\n- text: I'm lonely\n  start_ms: 505140\n  end_ms: 514660\n- text: Ayy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\n  start_ms: 514660\n  end_ms: 518490\n- text: Haha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n  start_ms: 518490\n  end_ms: 523680\n- text: (Thraxx)\n  start_ms: 523680\n  end_ms: 525100\n- text: Fendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\n  start_ms: 525100\n  end_ms: 527990\n- text: Then your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\n  start_ms: 527990\n  end_ms: 530760\n- text: Then I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\n  start_ms: 530760\n  end_ms: 533640\n- text: When she gotta poopy, do me face\n  start_ms: 533640\n  end_ms: 536100\n- text: Yes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\n  start_ms: 536100\n  end_ms: 539190\n- text: Shove it up ya ass and then drag it\n  start_ms: 539190\n  end_ms: 541230\n- text: I'm a hot bitch if I drag it\n  start_ms: 541230\n  end_ms: 543400\n- text: Bag him and tag it, uh\n  start_ms: 543400\n  end_ms: 545360\n- text: Don't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\n  start_ms: 545360\n  end_ms: 547700\n- text: Walking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\n  start_ms: 547700\n  end_ms: 550470\n- text: Bruhmane asking what I'm mad at\n  start_ms: 550470\n  end_ms: 552490\n- text: All of that fag scat\n  start_ms: 552490\n  end_ms: 554340\n- text: Pussy chatter like he Claptrap\n  start_ms: 554340\n  end_ms: 556000\n- text: Nap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\n  start_ms: 556000\n  end_ms: 558810\n- text: Hate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\n  start_ms: 558810\n  end_ms: 561990\n- text: Companies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\n  start_ms: 561990\n  end_ms: 564810\n- text: You keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\n  start_ms: 564810\n  end_ms: 568220\n- text: Color myself in with sharpie just because I can\n  start_ms: 568220\n  end_ms: 570200\n- text: Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  start_ms: 570200\n  end_ms: 573030\n- text: My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  start_ms: 573030\n  end_ms: 575850\n- text: Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  start_ms: 575850\n  end_ms: 578500\n- text: My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n  start_ms: 578500\n  end_ms: 581320\n- text: Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  start_ms: 581320\n  end_ms: 584220\n- text: My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  start_ms: 584220\n  end_ms: 587160\n- text: Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  start_ms: 587160\n  end_ms: 589820\n- text: My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n  start_ms: 589820\n  end_ms: 593260\n- text: Niggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n  start_ms: 593260\n  end_ms: 597300\n- text: (Niggas need to cease fucksin')\n  start_ms: 597300\n  end_ms: 598790\n- text: Spider Gang shit\n  start_ms: 598790\n  end_ms: 600450\n- text: I'm off a quaalude right now\n  start_ms: 600450\n  end_ms: 613480\n- text: Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 613480\n  end_ms: 616390\n- text: Lil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\n  start_ms: 616390\n  end_ms: 619350\n- text: Is it gay? Give a shit\n  start_ms: 619350\n  end_ms: 620740\n- text: Lay you out like my fit\n  start_ms: 620740\n  end_ms: 622140\n- text: Like a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\n  start_ms: 622140\n  end_ms: 625240\n- text: Lit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\n  start_ms: 625240\n  end_ms: 628340\n- text: I'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\n  start_ms: 628340\n  end_ms: 631180\n- text: Go stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\n  start_ms: 631180\n  end_ms: 634240\n- text: I'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\n  start_ms: 634240\n  end_ms: 637710\n- text: Sorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\n  start_ms: 637710\n  end_ms: 639870\n- text: Nigga, how you been this week?\n  start_ms: 639870\n  end_ms: 641220\n- text: Tell me while she finish me\n  start_ms: 641220\n  end_ms: 642920\n- text: I am never industry\n  start_ms: 642920\n  end_ms: 644340\n- text: Semen like I'm in this meat\n  start_ms: 644340\n  end_ms: 645760\n- text: Streaming down yo sister cheek\n  start_ms: 645760\n  end_ms: 647270\n- text: Yo plug got a fist of weed\n  start_ms: 647270\n  end_ms: 648890\n- text: Bitch, go use some Listerine\n  start_ms: 648890\n  end_ms: 650280\n- text: Or maybe some Mr. Clean\n  start_ms: 650280\n  end_ms: 651620\n- text: '''Til yo mouth is blistering'\n  start_ms: 651620\n  end_ms: 653120\n- text: Headlights bright, hemp wick on my light\n  start_ms: 653120\n  end_ms: 656080\n- text: In-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\n  start_ms: 656080\n  end_ms: 658880\n- text: Pack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\n  start_ms: 658880\n  end_ms: 661900\n- text: Got the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\n  start_ms: 661900\n  end_ms: 665400\n- text: Rolling so the pine tree bounce around\n  start_ms: 665400\n  end_ms: 667560\n- text: Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around\n  start_ms: 667560\n  end_ms: 670430\n- text: RAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\n  start_ms: 670430\n  end_ms: 672960\n- text: Smoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\n  start_ms: 672960\n  end_ms: 676020\n- text: Put it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\n  start_ms: 676020\n  end_ms: 679350\n- text: Then you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\n  start_ms: 679350\n  end_ms: 681750\n- text: Tell that fucking cunt leave\n  start_ms: 681750\n  end_ms: 683180\n- text: Riding too high to keep a downer round\n  start_ms: 683180\n  end_ms: 685270\n- text: Turning up a pounding sound\n  start_ms: 685270\n  end_ms: 686760\n- text: Roll and pass around a pound\n  start_ms: 686760\n  end_ms: 688170\n- text: Stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 688170\n  end_ms: 690960\n- text: Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 690960\n  end_ms: 694120\n- text: Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 694120\n  end_ms: 696910\n- text: Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 696910\n  end_ms: 701450\n- text: I produced this song\n  start_ms: 701450\n  end_ms: 703640\n- text: I made this beat\n  start_ms: 703640\n  end_ms: 705680\n- text: I'm so proud of myself\n  start_ms: 705680\n  end_ms: 708750\n- text: Shoutout Johnnascus\n  start_ms: 708750\n  end_ms: 712490\n- text: Johnny boy, Johnny boy\n  start_ms: 712490\n  end_ms: 713820\n- text: Playing with his army toys\n  start_ms: 713820\n  end_ms: 715380\n- text: Johnny tell his mother\n  start_ms: 715380\n  end_ms: 716730\n- text: Let him hang out with the brawny boys\n  start_ms: 716730\n  end_ms: 718380\n- text: Scrawny as he is\n  start_ms: 718380\n  end_ms: 719350\n- text: He hold his own against the bully\n  start_ms: 719350\n  end_ms: 721030\n- text: He pull out his hair and yell at them\n  start_ms: 721030\n  end_ms: 722770\n- text: They aren't fully people\n  start_ms: 722770\n  end_ms: 724170\n- text: Then they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\n  start_ms: 724170\n  end_ms: 727450\n- text: Piss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\n  start_ms: 727450\n  end_ms: 730560\n- text: Bear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\n  start_ms: 730560\n  end_ms: 733660\n- text: Off his head with the bite of his front tooth\n  start_ms: 733660\n  end_ms: 736550\n- text: Bitch what you gon' do?\n  start_ms: 736550\n  end_ms: 739360\n- text: Outta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\n  start_ms: 739360\n  end_ms: 742220\n- text: Tongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n  start_ms: 742220\n  end_ms: 745090\n- text: '\"Wait it isn''t right\"'\n  start_ms: 745090\n  end_ms: 746030\n- text: Pulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\n  start_ms: 746030\n  end_ms: 748650\n- text: Ayy, you sucker, tell the others\n  start_ms: 748650\n  end_ms: 750340\n- text: If they come around this way you getting stuck up\n  start_ms: 750340\n  end_ms: 752680\n- text: Did I stutter?\n  start_ms: 752680\n  end_ms: 753730\n- text: Run from Johnny, he's crazy\n  start_ms: 753730\n  end_ms: 755920\n- text: Mommy, I think Johnny has rabies\n  start_ms: 755920\n  end_ms: 758140\n- text: Save me, that little boy is shady\n  start_ms: 758140\n  end_ms: 762400\n- text: Sonnatic, wake the fuck up\n  start_ms: 762400\n  end_ms: 764680\n- text: Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  start_ms: 764680\n  end_ms: 770170\n- text: Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  start_ms: 770170\n  end_ms: 778920\n- text: Rickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\n  start_ms: 778920\n  end_ms: 780930\n- text: Wicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\n  start_ms: 780930\n  end_ms: 782720\n- text: Know I been tied up\n  start_ms: 782720\n  end_ms: 784910\n- text: Finger bobby pin he prick\n  start_ms: 784910\n  end_ms: 786990\n- text: Backwood lobby, suck my dick\n  start_ms: 786990\n  end_ms: 788610\n- text: Burn down the hotel like a wick\n  start_ms: 788610\n  end_ms: 790930\n- text: Wick, wick, flick Bic\n  start_ms: 790930\n  end_ms: 792570\n- text: Like I said one million times\n  start_ms: 792570\n  end_ms: 794350\n- text: I feel lightning fill my spine\n  start_ms: 794350\n  end_ms: 796020\n- text: Sucking, biting when they rhyme\n  start_ms: 796020\n  end_ms: 798020\n- text: Pissy face, I lick a lime\n  start_ms: 798020\n  end_ms: 799980\n- text: Kiss my dick tip, you a dime\n  start_ms: 799980\n  end_ms: 801690\n- text: Keep a quarter in my mind\n  start_ms: 801690\n  end_ms: 803500\n- text: All times\n  start_ms: 803500\n  end_ms: 804330\n- text: I don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\n  start_ms: 804330\n  end_ms: 806060\n- text: These little ass kids on IG with they pictures\n  start_ms: 806060\n  end_ms: 808060\n- text: I went to school and I read all my scriptures\n  start_ms: 808060\n  end_ms: 809690\n- text: Maybe then God will let me into heaven\n  start_ms: 809690\n  end_ms: 811620\n- text: And I can look down at the pedophile reverends\n  start_ms: 811620\n  end_ms: 813380\n- text: That burning in hell for not learning they lessons\n  start_ms: 813380\n  end_ms: 815380\n- text: Steady molesting, no biblical sessions\n  start_ms: 815380\n  end_ms: 817260\n- text: Ayy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\n  start_ms: 817260\n  end_ms: 819830\n- text: What's up?\n  start_ms: 819830\n  end_ms: 820730\n- text: Oh hey, just burning eternally\n  start_ms: 820730\n  end_ms: 823340\n- text: Oh, cool\n  start_ms: 823340\n  end_ms: 824470\n- text: Wish it was that simple\n  start_ms: 824470\n  end_ms: 825850\n- text: How to pop a pimple\n  start_ms: 825850\n  end_ms: 827290\n- text: Squeeze until you bleed\n  start_ms: 827290\n  end_ms: 828880\n- text: I got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\n  start_ms: 828880\n  end_ms: 831430\n- text: I am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\n  start_ms: 831430\n  end_ms: 835160\n- text: Fall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 835160\n  end_ms: 838700\n- text: Bitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\n  start_ms: 838700\n  end_ms: 846770\n- text: Rat race, okay\n  start_ms: 846770\n  end_ms: 848080\n- text: Move your feet if you wit' it\n  start_ms: 848080\n  end_ms: 849910\n- text: Searching backpage, okay\n  start_ms: 849910\n  end_ms: 851370\n- text: All the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\n  start_ms: 851370\n  end_ms: 855200\n- text: My Asian bitch got a fat waist\n  start_ms: 855200\n  end_ms: 857650\n- text: All you pussy niggas are in last place\n  start_ms: 857650\n  end_ms: 863040\n- text: All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  start_ms: 863040\n  end_ms: 865250\n- text: All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  start_ms: 865250\n  end_ms: 866970\n- text: Shoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n  start_ms: 866970\n  end_ms: 875270\n- text: (So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\n  start_ms: 875270\n  end_ms: 876440\n- text: Listen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n  start_ms: 876440\n  end_ms: 881970\n- text: (At a reasonable miles per hour)\n  start_ms: 881970\n  end_ms: 884170\n- text: Alright?\n  start_ms: 884170\n  end_ms: 886580\n- text: I just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\n  start_ms: 886580\n  end_ms: 889530\n- text: Whip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 889530\n  end_ms: 892730\n- text: I just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\n  start_ms: 892730\n  end_ms: 895780\n- text: You just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\n  start_ms: 895780\n  end_ms: 898560\n- text: I took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\n  start_ms: 898560\n  end_ms: 901520\n- text: My dollars blue\n  start_ms: 901520\n  end_ms: 902370\n- text: Niggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\n  start_ms: 902370\n  end_ms: 905420\n- text: Hollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\n  start_ms: 905420\n  end_ms: 908460\n- text: Where that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\n  start_ms: 908460\n  end_ms: 910700\n- text: Nowhere, nowhere to be found\n  start_ms: 910700\n  end_ms: 913270\n- text: See you pound on your head\n  start_ms: 913270\n  end_ms: 914930\n- text: He has to be around, right?\n  start_ms: 914930\n  end_ms: 916660\n- text: Sound bites, as in wave eats\n  start_ms: 916660\n  end_ms: 918560\n- text: He don't save fleets\n  start_ms: 918560\n  end_ms: 919710\n- text: Say please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\n  start_ms: 919710\n  end_ms: 922890\n- text: Let's go make a movie should be way clean\n  start_ms: 922890\n  end_ms: 925030\n- text: Lights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\n  start_ms: 925030\n  end_ms: 927920\n- text: Spray cream (Haha)\n  start_ms: 927920\n  end_ms: 933670\n- text: Oh, man, I'm so gay\n  start_ms: 933670\n  end_ms: 934720\n- text: Meth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\n  start_ms: 934720\n  end_ms: 938130\n- text: I love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\n  start_ms: 938130\n  end_ms: 940840\n- text: Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\n  start_ms: 940840\n  end_ms: 944330\n- text: I'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\n  start_ms: 944330\n  end_ms: 946990\n- text: Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\n  start_ms: 946990\n  end_ms: 950090\n- text: Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\n  start_ms: 950090\n  end_ms: 952990\n- text: Would these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\n  start_ms: 952990\n  end_ms: 956160\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 956160\n  end_ms: 959160\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 959160\n  end_ms: 965230\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 965230\n  end_ms: 971040\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 971040\n  end_ms: 974140\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 974140\n  end_ms: 977220\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\n  start_ms: 977220\n  end_ms: 980370\n- text: Dirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\n  start_ms: 980370\n  end_ms: 983280\n- text: I can see you, I spy with my little eye\n  start_ms: 983280\n  end_ms: 986600\n- text: A little man, small fry on his inner thigh\n  start_ms: 986600\n  end_ms: 989240\n- text: Hop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\n  start_ms: 989240\n  end_ms: 992000\n- text: I feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\n  start_ms: 992000\n  end_ms: 997470\n- text: Now I know what you're thinking\n  start_ms: 997470\n  end_ms: 1000060\n- text: This song is getting kinda near the end, true\n  start_ms: 1000060\n  end_ms: 1003970\n- text: That means some cool shit is about to happen\n  start_ms: 1003970\n  end_ms: 1008370\n- text: Ayy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\n  start_ms: 1008370\n  end_ms: 1011930\n- text: Haha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\n  start_ms: 1011930\n  end_ms: 1020200\n- text: Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  start_ms: 1020200\n  end_ms: 1024130\n- text: Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\n  start_ms: 1024130\n  end_ms: 1026310\n- text: Bitch, you hella pussy\n  start_ms: 1026310\n  end_ms: 1027520\n- text: Many kitties flockin' round\n  start_ms: 1027520\n  end_ms: 1029130\n- text: In yo city, talking loud\n  start_ms: 1029130\n  end_ms: 1030850\n- text: I can see you walking out\n  start_ms: 1030850\n  end_ms: 1032840\n- text: While I'm rapping\n  start_ms: 1032840\n  end_ms: 1034010\n- text: I'm a dog owner\n  start_ms: 1034010\n  end_ms: 1035260\n- text: I yell at the cat then\n  start_ms: 1035260\n  end_ms: 1036680\n- text: Kick his backend (Uh)\n  start_ms: 1036680\n  end_ms: 1037870\n- text: I know why these niggas yapping\n  start_ms: 1037870\n  end_ms: 1039990\n- text: '''Cause they mad that I''m attacking'\n  start_ms: 1039990\n  end_ms: 1041880\n- text: Everything they holding dear\n  start_ms: 1041880\n  end_ms: 1043360\n- text: Being racist, live in fear\n  start_ms: 1043360\n  end_ms: 1045080\n- text: Being hateful, killing queers\n  start_ms: 1045080\n  end_ms: 1047040\n- text: Let a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\n  start_ms: 1047040\n  end_ms: 1050420\n- text: Bitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\n  start_ms: 1050420\n  end_ms: 1053620\n- text: You can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\n  start_ms: 1053620\n  end_ms: 1057180\n- text: Suicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\n  start_ms: 1057180\n  end_ms: 1060770\n- text: Sad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\n  start_ms: 1060770\n  end_ms: 1065440\n- text: What the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\n  start_ms: 1065440\n  end_ms: 1069370\n- text: Run that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\n  start_ms: 1069370\n  end_ms: 1072860\n- text: In the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\n  start_ms: 1072860\n  end_ms: 1076140\n- text: Straight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\n  start_ms: 1076140\n  end_ms: 1081400\n- text: My boys on my back\n  start_ms: 1081400\n  end_ms: 1082660\n- text: 12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\n  start_ms: 1082660\n  end_ms: 1084510\n- text: Slide to the crib in the back\n  start_ms: 1084510\n  end_ms: 1085370\n- text: Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\n  start_ms: 1085370\n  end_ms: 1088140\n- text: Sky with the brake dust\n  start_ms: 1088140\n  end_ms: 1089280\n- text: And under it gun they make bust\n  start_ms: 1089280\n  end_ms: 1091110\n- text: And under it LA break trust\n  start_ms: 1091110\n  end_ms: 1092740\n- text: And under it all they fake us like\n  start_ms: 1092740\n  end_ms: 1094420\n- text: Mannequins up in the pike\n  start_ms: 1094420\n  end_ms: 1095820\n- text: These Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\n  start_ms: 1095820\n  end_ms: 1097760\n- text: I'm biking bitch go take hike\n  start_ms: 1097760\n  end_ms: 1099160\n- text: I ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\n  start_ms: 1099160\n  end_ms: 1101150\n- text: Light fire to grass get water or rock on it\n  start_ms: 1101150\n  end_ms: 1103110\n- text: Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it\n  start_ms: 1103110\n  end_ms: 1104970\n- text: Round sound, no squares in my circle\n  start_ms: 1104970\n  end_ms: 1106330\n- text: One loud round when we passing the purple\n  start_ms: 1106330\n  end_ms: 1108400\n- text: No bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\n  start_ms: 1108400\n  end_ms: 1110530\n- text: He leave you red like a robin\n  start_ms: 1110530\n  end_ms: 1111720\n- text: Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\n  start_ms: 1111720\n  end_ms: 1113770\n- text: On his chest, already mobbin'\n  start_ms: 1113770\n  end_ms: 1114990\n- text: Pull up and you stutter\n  start_ms: 1114990\n  end_ms: 1115900\n- text: My face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\n  start_ms: 1115900\n  end_ms: 1118710\n- text: Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\n  start_ms: 1118710\n  end_ms: 1120520\n- text: Little boy, what you be on? What's happening?\n  start_ms: 1120520\n  end_ms: 1121920\n- text: Faking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\n  start_ms: 1121920\n  end_ms: 1124100\n- text: They never said they protectors (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 1124100\n  end_ms: 1126200\n- text: Protect us I bet, then wet us\n  start_ms: 1126200\n  end_ms: 1127560\n- text: Let us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 1127560\n  end_ms: 1128760\n- text: Get us\n  start_ms: 1128760\n  end_ms: 1129640\n- text: They judge us ain't even met us\n  start_ms: 1129640\n  end_ms: 1130820\n- text: I gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 1130820\n  end_ms: 1132670\n- text: Swimming the current, they trying to net us\n  start_ms: 1132670\n  end_ms: 1134410\n- text: Curran put bruv on the shit right quick\n  start_ms: 1134410\n  end_ms: 1135820\n- text: '''Til Spider Gang get up'\n  start_ms: 1135820\n  end_ms: 1139350\n- text: That's the whole song\n  start_ms: 1139350\n  end_ms: 1142740\n- text: It's done right now\n  start_ms: 1142740\n  end_ms: 1145510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 1145510\nplain: |-\n  Twenty minute song\n  It's not actually twenty minutes\n  Duey! Put on something creative\n  Duey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\n  Oh boy\n  Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?\n  No\n  Yeah! I am the melody\n  Yuh\n\n  Hate me, nigga, hate me\n  You a dummy, funny lady\n  I'll name you Katie\n  Talking shit, you like a baby\n  I cannot understand\n  I keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\n  In my hands\n  Make you dance\n  Fuck a no melody\n  I am the melody\n  Kill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\n  I am not listening to what you're telling me\n  I am not buying the shit that you're selling me\n  I'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\n  I'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\n  Or forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\n  You niggas unworthy of being awarded\n  For anything other than being recorded\n  As some of the worst niggas labeled important\n  Go put some more in\n  You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\n  But, nigga, I'm touring\n  Keep up the pouring\n  That poison yo organs\n  I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\n  Popping them pills\n  'Til these artists, there's more dead\n  Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n\n  Wendigo x Dillinger\n  Real trap shit\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  You faking statistics\n  These niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\n  Pussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\n  I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\n  Ain't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\n  Ain't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\n  I'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\n  In the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n  'Cause I'm very much missing my bae (My bae)\n  Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\n  Flow into the drain\n  Ain't came here to play\n  What you wan' say?\n  One of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\n  No, sir, I don't buy no plays\n  I don't even care if you listen\n  You shitting or pissing\n  You ain't missing nothing important\n  Bitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\n  I get to take what I imagine and form it\n  You an informant\n  As in you know about me\n  You informing the people\n  You scorn it\n  Aren't you bored yet?\n  To get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\n  I am so pure and so gorgeous\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\n  Pimples in all of your pores\n  Walk on all fours, can't open doors\n  Where are my thumbs? I am too dumb\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  I'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\n  I keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\n  I'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\n  I'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\n  Niggas be wishing the worst for me\n  I'ma do me, I'm my own homie\n  Don't owe you nothing, you don't know me\n  Ain't wrote for me\n  I grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\n  I'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\n  Fall out\n  With niggas that care about all clout\n  I'm hanging with Wendigo\n  We in New York and we sticker the city\n  I'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\n  I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\n  Fast, I get an O for like fiddy\n  Gas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\n  Pass, Spider Gang titty committee\n  Ass\n\n  Shoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\n  Helter skelter\n  Kill all the beatnicks\n  Kill all the faggots\n  And anyone who seek dicks\n  Face tats and fake plays, uh\n  Waste cash and make no moves\n  I got bass cracking my plays, uh\n  Raise dragon live channel number 2\n  My mama told me sideways\n  I would have to get outside, find my place, uh\n  My mama shares my migraines\n  Look too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\n  Lipstick on my limp dick\n  Mommy, I want a skateboard\n  Mommy, I want to rape whores\n  Mommy, where's daddy?\n  Mommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\n  I don't like you\n  I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\n  Up in a tree, I am so free, caw\n  Who want to breed with me? (Ah)\n  Make more of me, make more of me\n  You are my spawn, look up and feed\n  I'm in a tree like we KND\n  Dirty apollo kaka and mazi\n  Solsa down under he sipping his pee\n  Hanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\n  I'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\n  Spam\n  A tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\n  Having a grand slam, jabbing it\n  Mad stamina, damnit\n  Can famine and cramming an animal\n  Into a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\n  Bird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\n  Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow\n  My turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\n  A word fairy\n  How did he learn? Where'd he intern?\n  Fern carrying\n  With a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\n  Fennel seed scent\n  With a rental key to event\n  I got lots of tea if you spending\n  Ain't meant to be in your business\n  I gotta go pay the rent\n  I'm giving up tree for Lent\n  I'm beating it 'til it bent\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Stop it\n\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\n  Great, great, great\n  A couple people in my face, face, face\n  No other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\n  Thunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\n  At the summit, ho, you want it take it\n  Ayy, ayy, ayy, fool\n  Why you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\n  Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\n  If you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\n  Don't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  Bitches with hair, uh, hmm\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  Bitches with hair, uh\n  I'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\n  Hey, Luis, do yo dance\n  Give 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\n  If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\n  If you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\n  I don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\n  What you talking 'bout? (Uh)\n  Nigga who is that?\n  Fuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\n  Got it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\n  Shaka laka zulu, huh\n  New year, thirty new yous\n  What we should do is move the fuck on\n  Walk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\n  And the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\n  All these humans are insane, huh\n  Half Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\n  Moving like a wave in a cave\n  Hunter aiming at yo brain\n  Brain, brain, brain liquid\n  I feel like Eddy, grip machete\n  I'm addicted\n  But not by definition 'cause I kicked it\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Men have become truly weak (Wow)\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  Why are they abusing me? (Wow)\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\n  Men have become truly weak\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  When I've become truly weak (Wow)\n\n  Shoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\n  And for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\n  Fuck adlibs\n  (I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  Look both ways before you cross the street\n  Jumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\n  Rotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\n  Staring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\n  Care about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\n  Bow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\n  Why you never holler unless you got something else you need?\n  Bitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\n  Feel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n  \"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before\n  Up in the schoolyard (Ooh)\n  Bitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\n  Yo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\n  My soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\n  Talking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\n  I'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\n  Go pee, on my face, I got no teeth\n  Water tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\n  In New York I sock your cronies if they phony\n  I'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\n  I'm lonely\n\n  Ayy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\n  Haha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n  (Thraxx)\n  Fendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\n  Then your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\n  Then I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\n  When she gotta poopy, do me face\n  Yes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\n  Shove it up ya ass and then drag it\n  I'm a hot bitch if I drag it\n  Bag him and tag it, uh\n  Don't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\n  Walking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\n  Bruhmane asking what I'm mad at\n  All of that fag scat\n  Pussy chatter like he Claptrap\n  Nap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\n  Hate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\n  Companies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\n  You keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\n  Color myself in with sharpie just because I can\n  Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n  Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n\n  Niggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n  (Niggas need to cease fucksin')\n  Spider Gang shit\n  I'm off a quaalude right now\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Lil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\n  Is it gay? Give a shit\n  Lay you out like my fit\n  Like a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\n  Lit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\n  I'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\n  Go stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\n  I'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\n  Sorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\n  Nigga, how you been this week?\n  Tell me while she finish me\n  I am never industry\n  Semen like I'm in this meat\n  Streaming down yo sister cheek\n  Yo plug got a fist of weed\n  Bitch, go use some Listerine\n  Or maybe some Mr. Clean\n  'Til yo mouth is blistering\n  Headlights bright, hemp wick on my light\n  In-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\n  Pack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\n  Got the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\n  Rolling so the pine tree bounce around\n  Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around\n  RAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\n  Smoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\n  Put it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\n  Then you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\n  Tell that fucking cunt leave\n  Riding too high to keep a downer round\n  Turning up a pounding sound\n  Roll and pass around a pound\n  Stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n\n  I produced this song\n  I made this beat\n  I'm so proud of myself\n  Shoutout Johnnascus\n  Johnny boy, Johnny boy\n  Playing with his army toys\n  Johnny tell his mother\n  Let him hang out with the brawny boys\n  Scrawny as he is\n  He hold his own against the bully\n  He pull out his hair and yell at them\n  They aren't fully people\n  Then they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\n  Piss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\n  Bear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\n  Off his head with the bite of his front tooth\n  Bitch what you gon' do?\n  Outta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\n  Tongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n  \"Wait it isn't right\"\n  Pulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\n  Ayy, you sucker, tell the others\n  If they come around this way you getting stuck up\n  Did I stutter?\n  Run from Johnny, he's crazy\n  Mommy, I think Johnny has rabies\n  Save me, that little boy is shady\n\n  Sonnatic, wake the fuck up\n  Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  Rickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\n  Wicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\n  Know I been tied up\n  Finger bobby pin he prick\n  Backwood lobby, suck my dick\n  Burn down the hotel like a wick\n  Wick, wick, flick Bic\n  Like I said one million times\n  I feel lightning fill my spine\n  Sucking, biting when they rhyme\n  Pissy face, I lick a lime\n  Kiss my dick tip, you a dime\n  Keep a quarter in my mind\n  All times\n  I don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\n  These little ass kids on IG with they pictures\n  I went to school and I read all my scriptures\n  Maybe then God will let me into heaven\n  And I can look down at the pedophile reverends\n  That burning in hell for not learning they lessons\n  Steady molesting, no biblical sessions\n  Ayy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\n  What's up?\n  Oh hey, just burning eternally\n  Oh, cool\n  Wish it was that simple\n  How to pop a pimple\n  Squeeze until you bleed\n  I got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\n  I am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\n  Fall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\n  Bitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\n  Rat race, okay\n  Move your feet if you wit' it\n  Searching backpage, okay\n  All the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\n  My Asian bitch got a fat waist\n  All you pussy niggas are in last place\n  All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  Shoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n\n  (So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\n  Listen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n  (At a reasonable miles per hour)\n  Alright?\n  I just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\n  Whip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\n  I just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\n  You just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\n  I took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\n  My dollars blue\n  Niggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\n  Hollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\n  Where that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\n  Nowhere, nowhere to be found\n  See you pound on your head\n  He has to be around, right?\n  Sound bites, as in wave eats\n  He don't save fleets\n  Say please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\n  Let's go make a movie should be way clean\n  Lights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\n  Spray cream (Haha)\n  Oh, man, I'm so gay\n  Meth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\n  I love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\n  Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\n  I'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\n  Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\n  Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\n  Would these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\n  Dirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\n  I can see you, I spy with my little eye\n  A little man, small fry on his inner thigh\n  Hop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\n  I feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\n  Now I know what you're thinking\n  This song is getting kinda near the end, true\n  That means some cool shit is about to happen\n\n  Ayy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\n  Haha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, you hella pussy\n  Many kitties flockin' round\n  In yo city, talking loud\n  I can see you walking out\n  While I'm rapping\n  I'm a dog owner\n  I yell at the cat then\n  Kick his backend (Uh)\n  I know why these niggas yapping\n  'Cause they mad that I'm attacking\n  Everything they holding dear\n  Being racist, live in fear\n  Being hateful, killing queers\n  Let a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\n  Bitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\n  You can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\n  Suicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\n  Sad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\n  What the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\n  Run that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\n  In the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\n  Straight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\n  My boys on my back\n  12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\n  Slide to the crib in the back\n  Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\n  Sky with the brake dust\n  And under it gun they make bust\n  And under it LA break trust\n  And under it all they fake us like\n  Mannequins up in the pike\n  These Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\n  I'm biking bitch go take hike\n  I ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\n  Light fire to grass get water or rock on it\n  Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it\n  Round sound, no squares in my circle\n  One loud round when we passing the purple\n  No bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\n  He leave you red like a robin\n  Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\n  On his chest, already mobbin'\n  Pull up and you stutter\n  My face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\n  Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\n  Little boy, what you be on? What's happening?\n  Faking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\n  They never said they protectors (Ugh)\n  Protect us I bet, then wet us\n  Let us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\n  Get us\n  They judge us ain't even met us\n  I gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\n  Swimming the current, they trying to net us\n  Curran put bruv on the shit right quick\n  'Til Spider Gang get up\n\n  That's the whole song\n  It's done right now\n"},{"id":3372095,"name":"Death Squad","trackName":"Death Squad","artistName":"Lil Darkie","albumName":"Death Squad - EP","duration":1147.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Twenty minute song\nIt's not actually twenty minutes\nDuey! Put on something creative\nDuey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\nOh boy\nIs there any way that I can put a melody over this?\nNo\nYeah! I am the melody\nYuh\n\nHate me, nigga, hate me\nYou a dummy, funny lady\nI'll name you Katie\nTalking shit, you like a baby\nI cannot understand\nI keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\nIn my hands\nMake you dance\nFuck a no melody\nI am the melody\nKill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\nI am not listening to what you're telling me\nI am not buying the shit that you're selling me\nI'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\nI'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\nOr forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\nYou niggas unworthy of being awarded\nFor anything other than being recorded\nAs some of the worst niggas labeled important\nGo put some more in\nYou like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\nBut, nigga, I'm touring\nKeep up the pouring\nThat poison yo organs\nI'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\nPopping them pills\n'Til these artists, there's more dead\nAin't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n\nWendigo x Dillinger\nReal trap shit\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\nGo say what you want about me and my riches\nYou faking statistics\nThese niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\nPussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\nI will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\nAin't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\nAin't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\nI'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\nIn the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n'Cause I'm very much missing my bae (My bae)\nHair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\nFlow into the drain\nAin't came here to play\nWhat you wan' say?\nOne of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\nNo, sir, I don't buy no plays\nI don't even care if you listen\nYou shitting or pissing\nYou ain't missing nothing important\nBitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\nI get to take what I imagine and form it\nYou an informant\nAs in you know about me\nYou informing the people\nYou scorn it\nAren't you bored yet?\nTo get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\nI am so pure and so gorgeous\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\nPimples in all of your pores\nWalk on all fours, can't open doors\nWhere are my thumbs? I am too dumb\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\nGo say what you want about me and my riches\nI'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\nI keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\nI'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\nI'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\nNiggas be wishing the worst for me\nI'ma do me, I'm my own homie\nDon't owe you nothing, you don't know me\nAin't wrote for me\nI grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\nI'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\nFall out\nWith niggas that care about all clout\nI'm hanging with Wendigo\nWe in New York and we sticker the city\nI'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\nI rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\nFast, I get an O for like fiddy\nGas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\nPass, Spider Gang titty committee\nAss\n\nShoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\nHelter skelter\nKill all the beatnicks\nKill all the faggots\nAnd anyone who seek dicks\nFace tats and fake plays, uh\nWaste cash and make no moves\nI got bass cracking my plays, uh\nRaise dragon live channel number 2\nMy mama told me sideways\nI would have to get outside, find my place, uh\nMy mama shares my migraines\nLook too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\nLipstick on my limp dick\nMommy, I want a skateboard\nMommy, I want to rape whores\nMommy, where's daddy?\nMommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\nI don't like you\nI don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\nUp in a tree, I am so free, caw\nWho want to breed with me? (Ah)\nMake more of me, make more of me\nYou are my spawn, look up and feed\nI'm in a tree like we KND\nDirty apollo kaka and mazi\nSolsa down under he sipping his pee\nHanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\nI'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\nSpam\nA tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\nHaving a grand slam, jabbing it\nMad stamina, damnit\nCan famine and cramming an animal\nInto a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\nBird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\nEdible eating credible medical speaking fellow\nMy turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\nA word fairy\nHow did he learn? Where'd he intern?\nFern carrying\nWith a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\nFennel seed scent\nWith a rental key to event\nI got lots of tea if you spending\nAin't meant to be in your business\nI gotta go pay the rent\nI'm giving up tree for Lent\nI'm beating it 'til it bent\nNo, no, no, no, no\nStop it\n\nYuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\nGreat, great, great\nA couple people in my face, face, face\nNo other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\nThunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\nAt the summit, ho, you want it take it\nAyy, ayy, ayy, fool\nWhy you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\nGo and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\nIf you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\nDon't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nBitches with hair, uh, hmm\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nBitches with hair, uh\nI'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\nHey, Luis, do yo dance\nGive 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\nIf he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\nIf you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\nI don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\nWhat you talking 'bout? (Uh)\nNigga who is that?\nFuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\nGot it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\nShaka laka zulu, huh\nNew year, thirty new yous\nWhat we should do is move the fuck on\nWalk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\nAnd the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\nAll these humans are insane, huh\nHalf Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\nMoving like a wave in a cave\nHunter aiming at yo brain\nBrain, brain, brain liquid\nI feel like Eddy, grip machete\nI'm addicted\nBut not by definition 'cause I kicked it\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nMen have become truly weak (Wow)\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhy are they abusing me? (Wow)\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\nMen have become truly weak\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhen I've become truly weak (Wow)\n\nShoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\nAnd for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\nFuck adlibs\n(I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nMake your corpse dance, your corpse dance\nI will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\nYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\nLook both ways before you cross the street\nJumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\nRotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\nStaring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\nCare about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\nBow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\nWhy you never holler unless you got something else you need?\nBitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\nFeel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n\"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before\nUp in the schoolyard (Ooh)\nBitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\nYo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\nMy soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\nTalking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\nI'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\nGo pee, on my face, I got no teeth\nWater tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\nIn New York I sock your cronies if they phony\nI'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\nI'm lonely\n\nAyy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\nHaha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n(Thraxx)\nFendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\nThen your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\nThen I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\nWhen she gotta poopy, do me face\nYes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\nShove it up ya ass and then drag it\nI'm a hot bitch if I drag it\nBag him and tag it, uh\nDon't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\nWalking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\nBruhmane asking what I'm mad at\nAll of that fag scat\nPussy chatter like he Claptrap\nNap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\nHate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\nCompanies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\nYou keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\nColor myself in with sharpie just because I can\nYo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\nMy choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\nYo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\nMy choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\nYo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\nMy choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\nYo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\nMy choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n\nNiggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n(Niggas need to cease fucksin')\nSpider Gang shit\nI'm off a quaalude right now\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nLil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\nIs it gay? Give a shit\nLay you out like my fit\nLike a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\nLit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\nI'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\nGo stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\nI'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\nSorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\nNigga, how you been this week?\nTell me while she finish me\nI am never industry\nSemen like I'm in this meat\nStreaming down yo sister cheek\nYo plug got a fist of weed\nBitch, go use some Listerine\nOr maybe some Mr. Clean\n'Til yo mouth is blistering\nHeadlights bright, hemp wick on my light\nIn-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\nPack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\nGot the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\nRolling so the pine tree bounce around\nNever outta green because we always keep an ounce around\nRAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\nSmoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\nPut it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\nThen you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\nTell that fucking cunt leave\nRiding too high to keep a downer round\nTurning up a pounding sound\nRoll and pass around a pound\nStupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n\nI produced this song\nI made this beat\nI'm so proud of myself\nShoutout Johnnascus\nJohnny boy, Johnny boy\nPlaying with his army toys\nJohnny tell his mother\nLet him hang out with the brawny boys\nScrawny as he is\nHe hold his own against the bully\nHe pull out his hair and yell at them\nThey aren't fully people\nThen they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\nPiss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\nBear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\nOff his head with the bite of his front tooth\nBitch what you gon' do?\nOutta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\nTongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n\"Wait it isn't right\"\nPulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\nAyy, you sucker, tell the others\nIf they come around this way you getting stuck up\nDid I stutter?\nRun from Johnny, he's crazy\nMommy, I think Johnny has rabies\nSave me, that little boy is shady\n\nSonnatic, wake the fuck up\nSonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\nSonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\nRickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\nWicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\nKnow I been tied up\nFinger bobby pin he prick\nBackwood lobby, suck my dick\nBurn down the hotel like a wick\nWick, wick, flick Bic\nLike I said one million times\nI feel lightning fill my spine\nSucking, biting when they rhyme\nPissy face, I lick a lime\nKiss my dick tip, you a dime\nKeep a quarter in my mind\nAll times\nI don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\nThese little ass kids on IG with they pictures\nI went to school and I read all my scriptures\nMaybe then God will let me into heaven\nAnd I can look down at the pedophile reverends\nThat burning in hell for not learning they lessons\nSteady molesting, no biblical sessions\nAyy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\nWhat's up?\nOh hey, just burning eternally\nOh, cool\nWish it was that simple\nHow to pop a pimple\nSqueeze until you bleed\nI got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\nI am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\nFall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\nBitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\nRat race, okay\nMove your feet if you wit' it\nSearching backpage, okay\nAll the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\nMy Asian bitch got a fat waist\nAll you pussy niggas are in last place\nAll these pussy niggas, know you're shit\nAll these pussy niggas, know you're shit\nShoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n\n(So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\nListen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n(At a reasonable miles per hour)\nAlright?\nI just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\nWhip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\nI just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\nYou just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\nI took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\nMy dollars blue\nNiggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\nHollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\nWhere that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\nNowhere, nowhere to be found\nSee you pound on your head\nHe has to be around, right?\nSound bites, as in wave eats\nHe don't save fleets\nSay please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\nLet's go make a movie should be way clean\nLights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\nSpray cream (Haha)\nOh, man, I'm so gay\nMeth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\nI love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\nNigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\nI'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\nPussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\nPussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\nWould these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\nDirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\nI can see you, I spy with my little eye\nA little man, small fry on his inner thigh\nHop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\nI feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\nNow I know what you're thinking\nThis song is getting kinda near the end, true\nThat means some cool shit is about to happen\n\nAyy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\nHaha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\nYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\nFuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, you hella pussy\nMany kitties flockin' round\nIn yo city, talking loud\nI can see you walking out\nWhile I'm rapping\nI'm a dog owner\nI yell at the cat then\nKick his backend (Uh)\nI know why these niggas yapping\n'Cause they mad that I'm attacking\nEverything they holding dear\nBeing racist, live in fear\nBeing hateful, killing queers\nLet a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\nBitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\nYou can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\nSuicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\nSad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\nWhat the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\nRun that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\nIn the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\nStraight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\nMy boys on my back\n12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\nSlide to the crib in the back\nBaby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\nSky with the brake dust\nAnd under it gun they make bust\nAnd under it LA break trust\nAnd under it all they fake us like\nMannequins up in the pike\nThese Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\nI'm biking bitch go take hike\nI ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\nLight fire to grass get water or rock on it\nGround pound like I taught her to hop on it\nRound sound, no squares in my circle\nOne loud round when we passing the purple\nNo bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\nHe leave you red like a robin\nBirdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\nOn his chest, already mobbin'\nPull up and you stutter\nMy face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\nManic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\nLittle boy, what you be on? What's happening?\nFaking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\nThey never said they protectors (Ugh)\nProtect us I bet, then wet us\nLet us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\nGet us\nThey judge us ain't even met us\nI gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\nSwimming the current, they trying to net us\nCurran put bruv on the shit right quick\n'Til Spider Gang get up\n\nThat's the whole song\nIt's done right now","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Death Squad\n  artist: Lil Darkie\n  album: Death Squad - EP\n  duration_ms: 1147000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Twenty minute song\n  It's not actually twenty minutes\n  Duey! Put on something creative\n  Duey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\n  Oh boy\n  Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?\n  No\n  Yeah! I am the melody\n  Yuh\n\n  Hate me, nigga, hate me\n  You a dummy, funny lady\n  I'll name you Katie\n  Talking shit, you like a baby\n  I cannot understand\n  I keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\n  In my hands\n  Make you dance\n  Fuck a no melody\n  I am the melody\n  Kill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\n  I am not listening to what you're telling me\n  I am not buying the shit that you're selling me\n  I'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\n  I'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\n  Or forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\n  You niggas unworthy of being awarded\n  For anything other than being recorded\n  As some of the worst niggas labeled important\n  Go put some more in\n  You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\n  But, nigga, I'm touring\n  Keep up the pouring\n  That poison yo organs\n  I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\n  Popping them pills\n  'Til these artists, there's more dead\n  Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n\n  Wendigo x Dillinger\n  Real trap shit\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  You faking statistics\n  These niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\n  Pussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\n  I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\n  Ain't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\n  Ain't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\n  I'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\n  In the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n  'Cause I'm very much missing my bae (My bae)\n  Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\n  Flow into the drain\n  Ain't came here to play\n  What you wan' say?\n  One of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\n  No, sir, I don't buy no plays\n  I don't even care if you listen\n  You shitting or pissing\n  You ain't missing nothing important\n  Bitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\n  I get to take what I imagine and form it\n  You an informant\n  As in you know about me\n  You informing the people\n  You scorn it\n  Aren't you bored yet?\n  To get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\n  I am so pure and so gorgeous\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\n  Pimples in all of your pores\n  Walk on all fours, can't open doors\n  Where are my thumbs? I am too dumb\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  I'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\n  I keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\n  I'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\n  I'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\n  Niggas be wishing the worst for me\n  I'ma do me, I'm my own homie\n  Don't owe you nothing, you don't know me\n  Ain't wrote for me\n  I grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\n  I'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\n  Fall out\n  With niggas that care about all clout\n  I'm hanging with Wendigo\n  We in New York and we sticker the city\n  I'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\n  I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\n  Fast, I get an O for like fiddy\n  Gas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\n  Pass, Spider Gang titty committee\n  Ass\n\n  Shoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\n  Helter skelter\n  Kill all the beatnicks\n  Kill all the faggots\n  And anyone who seek dicks\n  Face tats and fake plays, uh\n  Waste cash and make no moves\n  I got bass cracking my plays, uh\n  Raise dragon live channel number 2\n  My mama told me sideways\n  I would have to get outside, find my place, uh\n  My mama shares my migraines\n  Look too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\n  Lipstick on my limp dick\n  Mommy, I want a skateboard\n  Mommy, I want to rape whores\n  Mommy, where's daddy?\n  Mommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\n  I don't like you\n  I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\n  Up in a tree, I am so free, caw\n  Who want to breed with me? (Ah)\n  Make more of me, make more of me\n  You are my spawn, look up and feed\n  I'm in a tree like we KND\n  Dirty apollo kaka and mazi\n  Solsa down under he sipping his pee\n  Hanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\n  I'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\n  Spam\n  A tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\n  Having a grand slam, jabbing it\n  Mad stamina, damnit\n  Can famine and cramming an animal\n  Into a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\n  Bird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\n  Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow\n  My turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\n  A word fairy\n  How did he learn? Where'd he intern?\n  Fern carrying\n  With a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\n  Fennel seed scent\n  With a rental key to event\n  I got lots of tea if you spending\n  Ain't meant to be in your business\n  I gotta go pay the rent\n  I'm giving up tree for Lent\n  I'm beating it 'til it bent\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Stop it\n\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\n  Great, great, great\n  A couple people in my face, face, face\n  No other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\n  Thunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\n  At the summit, ho, you want it take it\n  Ayy, ayy, ayy, fool\n  Why you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\n  Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\n  If you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\n  Don't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  Bitches with hair, uh, hmm\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  Bitches with hair, uh\n  I'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\n  Hey, Luis, do yo dance\n  Give 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\n  If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\n  If you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\n  I don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\n  What you talking 'bout? (Uh)\n  Nigga who is that?\n  Fuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\n  Got it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\n  Shaka laka zulu, huh\n  New year, thirty new yous\n  What we should do is move the fuck on\n  Walk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\n  And the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\n  All these humans are insane, huh\n  Half Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\n  Moving like a wave in a cave\n  Hunter aiming at yo brain\n  Brain, brain, brain liquid\n  I feel like Eddy, grip machete\n  I'm addicted\n  But not by definition 'cause I kicked it\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Men have become truly weak (Wow)\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  Why are they abusing me? (Wow)\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\n  Men have become truly weak\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  When I've become truly weak (Wow)\n\n  Shoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\n  And for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\n  Fuck adlibs\n  (I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  Look both ways before you cross the street\n  Jumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\n  Rotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\n  Staring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\n  Care about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\n  Bow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\n  Why you never holler unless you got something else you need?\n  Bitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\n  Feel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n  \"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before\n  Up in the schoolyard (Ooh)\n  Bitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\n  Yo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\n  My soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\n  Talking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\n  I'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\n  Go pee, on my face, I got no teeth\n  Water tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\n  In New York I sock your cronies if they phony\n  I'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\n  I'm lonely\n\n  Ayy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\n  Haha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n  (Thraxx)\n  Fendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\n  Then your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\n  Then I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\n  When she gotta poopy, do me face\n  Yes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\n  Shove it up ya ass and then drag it\n  I'm a hot bitch if I drag it\n  Bag him and tag it, uh\n  Don't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\n  Walking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\n  Bruhmane asking what I'm mad at\n  All of that fag scat\n  Pussy chatter like he Claptrap\n  Nap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\n  Hate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\n  Companies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\n  You keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\n  Color myself in with sharpie just because I can\n  Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n  Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n\n  Niggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n  (Niggas need to cease fucksin')\n  Spider Gang shit\n  I'm off a quaalude right now\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Lil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\n  Is it gay? Give a shit\n  Lay you out like my fit\n  Like a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\n  Lit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\n  I'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\n  Go stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\n  I'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\n  Sorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\n  Nigga, how you been this week?\n  Tell me while she finish me\n  I am never industry\n  Semen like I'm in this meat\n  Streaming down yo sister cheek\n  Yo plug got a fist of weed\n  Bitch, go use some Listerine\n  Or maybe some Mr. Clean\n  'Til yo mouth is blistering\n  Headlights bright, hemp wick on my light\n  In-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\n  Pack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\n  Got the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\n  Rolling so the pine tree bounce around\n  Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around\n  RAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\n  Smoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\n  Put it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\n  Then you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\n  Tell that fucking cunt leave\n  Riding too high to keep a downer round\n  Turning up a pounding sound\n  Roll and pass around a pound\n  Stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n\n  I produced this song\n  I made this beat\n  I'm so proud of myself\n  Shoutout Johnnascus\n  Johnny boy, Johnny boy\n  Playing with his army toys\n  Johnny tell his mother\n  Let him hang out with the brawny boys\n  Scrawny as he is\n  He hold his own against the bully\n  He pull out his hair and yell at them\n  They aren't fully people\n  Then they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\n  Piss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\n  Bear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\n  Off his head with the bite of his front tooth\n  Bitch what you gon' do?\n  Outta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\n  Tongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n  \"Wait it isn't right\"\n  Pulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\n  Ayy, you sucker, tell the others\n  If they come around this way you getting stuck up\n  Did I stutter?\n  Run from Johnny, he's crazy\n  Mommy, I think Johnny has rabies\n  Save me, that little boy is shady\n\n  Sonnatic, wake the fuck up\n  Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  Rickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\n  Wicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\n  Know I been tied up\n  Finger bobby pin he prick\n  Backwood lobby, suck my dick\n  Burn down the hotel like a wick\n  Wick, wick, flick Bic\n  Like I said one million times\n  I feel lightning fill my spine\n  Sucking, biting when they rhyme\n  Pissy face, I lick a lime\n  Kiss my dick tip, you a dime\n  Keep a quarter in my mind\n  All times\n  I don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\n  These little ass kids on IG with they pictures\n  I went to school and I read all my scriptures\n  Maybe then God will let me into heaven\n  And I can look down at the pedophile reverends\n  That burning in hell for not learning they lessons\n  Steady molesting, no biblical sessions\n  Ayy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\n  What's up?\n  Oh hey, just burning eternally\n  Oh, cool\n  Wish it was that simple\n  How to pop a pimple\n  Squeeze until you bleed\n  I got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\n  I am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\n  Fall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\n  Bitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\n  Rat race, okay\n  Move your feet if you wit' it\n  Searching backpage, okay\n  All the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\n  My Asian bitch got a fat waist\n  All you pussy niggas are in last place\n  All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  Shoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n\n  (So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\n  Listen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n  (At a reasonable miles per hour)\n  Alright?\n  I just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\n  Whip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\n  I just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\n  You just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\n  I took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\n  My dollars blue\n  Niggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\n  Hollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\n  Where that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\n  Nowhere, nowhere to be found\n  See you pound on your head\n  He has to be around, right?\n  Sound bites, as in wave eats\n  He don't save fleets\n  Say please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\n  Let's go make a movie should be way clean\n  Lights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\n  Spray cream (Haha)\n  Oh, man, I'm so gay\n  Meth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\n  I love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\n  Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\n  I'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\n  Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\n  Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\n  Would these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\n  Dirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\n  I can see you, I spy with my little eye\n  A little man, small fry on his inner thigh\n  Hop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\n  I feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\n  Now I know what you're thinking\n  This song is getting kinda near the end, true\n  That means some cool shit is about to happen\n\n  Ayy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\n  Haha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, you hella pussy\n  Many kitties flockin' round\n  In yo city, talking loud\n  I can see you walking out\n  While I'm rapping\n  I'm a dog owner\n  I yell at the cat then\n  Kick his backend (Uh)\n  I know why these niggas yapping\n  'Cause they mad that I'm attacking\n  Everything they holding dear\n  Being racist, live in fear\n  Being hateful, killing queers\n  Let a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\n  Bitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\n  You can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\n  Suicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\n  Sad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\n  What the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\n  Run that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\n  In the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\n  Straight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\n  My boys on my back\n  12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\n  Slide to the crib in the back\n  Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\n  Sky with the brake dust\n  And under it gun they make bust\n  And under it LA break trust\n  And under it all they fake us like\n  Mannequins up in the pike\n  These Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\n  I'm biking bitch go take hike\n  I ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\n  Light fire to grass get water or rock on it\n  Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it\n  Round sound, no squares in my circle\n  One loud round when we passing the purple\n  No bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\n  He leave you red like a robin\n  Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\n  On his chest, already mobbin'\n  Pull up and you stutter\n  My face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\n  Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\n  Little boy, what you be on? What's happening?\n  Faking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\n  They never said they protectors (Ugh)\n  Protect us I bet, then wet us\n  Let us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\n  Get us\n  They judge us ain't even met us\n  I gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\n  Swimming the current, they trying to net us\n  Curran put bruv on the shit right quick\n  'Til Spider Gang get up\n\n  That's the whole song\n  It's done right now\n"},{"id":19414718,"name":"DEATH SQUAD (Paused)","trackName":"DEATH SQUAD (Paused)","artistName":"Lil Darkie","albumName":"DEATH SQUAD","duration":1146.521,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Twenty minute song\nIt's not actually twenty minutes\nDuey! Put on something creative\nDuey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\nOh boy\nIs there any way that I can put a melody over this?\nNo\nYeah! I am the melody\nYuh\n\nHate me, nigga, hate me\nYou a dummy, funny lady\nI'll name you Katie\nTalking shit, you like a baby\nI cannot understand\nI keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\nIn my hands\nMake you dance\nFuck a no melody\nI am the melody\nKill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\nI am not listening to what you're telling me\nI am not buying the shit that you're selling me\nI'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\nI'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\nOr forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\nYou niggas unworthy of being awarded\nFor anything other than being recorded\nAs some of the worst niggas labeled important\nGo put some more in\nYou like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\nBut, nigga, I'm touring\nKeep up the pouring\nThat poison yo organs\nI'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\nPopping them pills\n'Til these artists, there's more dead\nAin't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n\nWendigo x Dillinger\nReal trap shit\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\nGo say what you want about me and my riches\nYou faking statistics\nThese niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\nPussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\nI will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\nAin't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\nAin't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\nI'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\nIn the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n'Cause I'm very much missing my bae (My bae)\nHair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\nFlow into the drain\nAin't came here to play\nWhat you wan' say?\nOne of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\nNo, sir, I don't buy no plays\nI don't even care if you listen\nYou shitting or pissing\nYou ain't missing nothing important\nBitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\nI get to take what I imagine and form it\nYou an informant\nAs in you know about me\nYou informing the people\nYou scorn it\nAren't you bored yet?\nTo get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\nI am so pure and so gorgeous\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\nPimples in all of your pores\nWalk on all fours, can't open doors\nWhere are my thumbs? I am too dumb\nI'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\nGo say what you want about me and my riches\nI'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\nI keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\nI'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\nI'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\nNiggas be wishing the worst for me\nI'ma do me, I'm my own homie\nDon't owe you nothing, you don't know me\nAin't wrote for me\nI grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\nI'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\nFall out\nWith niggas that care about all clout\nI'm hanging with Wendigo\nWe in New York and we sticker the city\nI'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\nI rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\nFast, I get an O for like fiddy\nGas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\nPass, Spider Gang titty committee\nAss\n\nShoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\nHelter skelter\nKill all the beatnicks\nKill all the faggots\nAnd anyone who seek dicks\nFace tats and fake plays, uh\nWaste cash and make no moves\nI got bass cracking my plays, uh\nRaise dragon live channel number 2\nMy mama told me sideways\nI would have to get outside, find my place, uh\nMy mama shares my migraines\nLook too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\nLipstick on my limp dick\nMommy, I want a skateboard\nMommy, I want to rape whores\nMommy, where's daddy?\nMommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\nI don't like you\nI don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\nUp in a tree, I am so free, caw\nWho want to breed with me? (Ah)\nMake more of me, make more of me\nYou are my spawn, look up and feed\nI'm in a tree like we KND\nDirty apollo kaka and mazi\nSolsa down under he sipping his pee\nHanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\nI'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\nSpam\nA tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\nHaving a grand slam, jabbing it\nMad stamina, damnit\nCan famine and cramming an animal\nInto a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\nBird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\nEdible eating credible medical speaking fellow\nMy turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\nA word fairy\nHow did he learn? Where'd he intern?\nFern carrying\nWith a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\nFennel seed scent\nWith a rental key to event\nI got lots of tea if you spending\nAin't meant to be in your business\nI gotta go pay the rent\nI'm giving up tree for Lent\nI'm beating it 'til it bent\nNo, no, no, no, no\nStop it\n\nYuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\nGreat, great, great\nA couple people in my face, face, face\nNo other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\nThunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\nAt the summit, ho, you want it take it\nAyy, ayy, ayy, fool\nWhy you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\nGo and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\nIf you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\nDon't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nBitches with hair, uh, hmm\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nI like hairy bitches, uh\nBitches with hair, uh\nI'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\nHey, Luis, do yo dance\nGive 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\nIf he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\nIf you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\nI don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\nWhat you talking 'bout? (Uh)\nNigga who is that?\nFuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\nGot it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\nShaka laka zulu, huh\nNew year, thirty new yous\nWhat we should do is move the fuck on\nWalk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\nAnd the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\nAll these humans are insane, huh\nHalf Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\nMoving like a wave in a cave\nHunter aiming at yo brain\nBrain, brain, brain liquid\nI feel like Eddy, grip machete\nI'm addicted\nBut not by definition 'cause I kicked it\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nMen have become truly weak (Wow)\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhy are they abusing me? (Wow)\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep\nFl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\nMen have become truly weak\nWhy are they abusing me?\nWhen I've become truly weak (Wow)\n\nShoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\nAnd for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\nFuck adlibs\n(I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\nMake your corpse dance, your corpse dance\nI will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\nYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\nLook both ways before you cross the street\nJumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\nRotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\nStaring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\nCare about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\nBow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\nWhy you never holler unless you got something else you need?\nBitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\nFeel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n\"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before\nUp in the schoolyard (Ooh)\nBitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\nYo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\nMy soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\nTalking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\nI'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\nGo pee, on my face, I got no teeth\nWater tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\nIn New York I sock your cronies if they phony\nI'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\nI'm lonely\n\nAyy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\nHaha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n(Thraxx)\nFendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\nThen your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\nThen I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\nWhen she gotta poopy, do me face\nYes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\nShove it up ya ass and then drag it\nI'm a hot bitch if I drag it\nBag him and tag it, uh\nDon't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\nWalking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\nBruhmane asking what I'm mad at\nAll of that fag scat\nPussy chatter like he Claptrap\nNap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\nHate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\nCompanies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\nYou keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\nColor myself in with sharpie just because I can\nYo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\nMy choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\nYo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\nMy choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\nYo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\nMy choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\nYo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\nMy choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n\nNiggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n(Niggas need to cease fucksin')\nSpider Gang shit\nI'm off a quaalude right now\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nLil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\nIs it gay? Give a shit\nLay you out like my fit\nLike a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\nLit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\nI'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\nGo stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\nI'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\nSorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\nNigga, how you been this week?\nTell me while she finish me\nI am never industry\nSemen like I'm in this meat\nStreaming down yo sister cheek\nYo plug got a fist of weed\nBitch, go use some Listerine\nOr maybe some Mr. Clean\n'Til yo mouth is blistering\nHeadlights bright, hemp wick on my light\nIn-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\nPack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\nGot the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\nRolling so the pine tree bounce around\nNever outta green because we always keep an ounce around\nRAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\nSmoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\nPut it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\nThen you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\nTell that fucking cunt leave\nRiding too high to keep a downer round\nTurning up a pounding sound\nRoll and pass around a pound\nStupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\nGo stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n\nI produced this song\nI made this beat\nI'm so proud of myself\nShoutout Johnnascus\nJohnny boy, Johnny boy\nPlaying with his army toys\nJohnny tell his mother\nLet him hang out with the brawny boys\nScrawny as he is\nHe hold his own against the bully\nHe pull out his hair and yell at them\nThey aren't fully people\nThen they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\nPiss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\nBear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\nOff his head with the bite of his front tooth\nBitch what you gon' do?\nOutta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\nTongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n\"Wait it isn't right\"\nPulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\nAyy, you sucker, tell the others\nIf they come around this way you getting stuck up\nDid I stutter?\nRun from Johnny, he's crazy\nMommy, I think Johnny has rabies\nSave me, that little boy is shady\n\nSonnatic, wake the fuck up\nSonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\nSonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\nRickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\nWicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\nKnow I been tied up\nFinger bobby pin he prick\nBackwood lobby, suck my dick\nBurn down the hotel like a wick\nWick, wick, flick Bic\nLike I said one million times\nI feel lightning fill my spine\nSucking, biting when they rhyme\nPissy face, I lick a lime\nKiss my dick tip, you a dime\nKeep a quarter in my mind\nAll times\nI don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\nThese little ass kids on IG with they pictures\nI went to school and I read all my scriptures\nMaybe then God will let me into heaven\nAnd I can look down at the pedophile reverends\nThat burning in hell for not learning they lessons\nSteady molesting, no biblical sessions\nAyy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\nWhat's up?\nOh hey, just burning eternally\nOh, cool\nWish it was that simple\nHow to pop a pimple\nSqueeze until you bleed\nI got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\nI am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\nFall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\nBitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\nRat race, okay\nMove your feet if you wit' it\nSearching backpage, okay\nAll the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\nMy Asian bitch got a fat waist\nAll you pussy niggas are in last place\nAll these pussy niggas, know you're shit\nAll these pussy niggas, know you're shit\nShoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n\n(So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\nListen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n(At a reasonable miles per hour)\nAlright?\nI just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\nWhip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\nI just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\nYou just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\nI took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\nMy dollars blue\nNiggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\nHollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\nWhere that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\nNowhere, nowhere to be found\nSee you pound on your head\nHe has to be around, right?\nSound bites, as in wave eats\nHe don't save fleets\nSay please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\nLet's go make a movie should be way clean\nLights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\nSpray cream (Haha)\nOh, man, I'm so gay\nMeth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\nI love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\nNigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\nI'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\nPussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\nPussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\nWould these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\nI can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\nDirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\nI can see you, I spy with my little eye\nA little man, small fry on his inner thigh\nHop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\nI feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\nNow I know what you're thinking\nThis song is getting kinda near the end, true\nThat means some cool shit is about to happen\n\nAyy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\nHaha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\nYuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\nFuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\nBitch, you hella pussy\nMany kitties flockin' round\nIn yo city, talking loud\nI can see you walking out\nWhile I'm rapping\nI'm a dog owner\nI yell at the cat then\nKick his backend (Uh)\nI know why these niggas yapping\n'Cause they mad that I'm attacking\nEverything they holding dear\nBeing racist, live in fear\nBeing hateful, killing queers\nLet a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\nBitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\nYou can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\nSuicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\nSad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\nWhat the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\nRun that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\nIn the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\nStraight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\nMy boys on my back\n12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\nSlide to the crib in the back\nBaby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\nSky with the brake dust\nAnd under it gun they make bust\nAnd under it LA break trust\nAnd under it all they fake us like\nMannequins up in the pike\nThese Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\nI'm biking bitch go take hike\nI ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\nLight fire to grass get water or rock on it\nGround pound like I taught her to hop on it\nRound sound, no squares in my circle\nOne loud round when we passing the purple\nNo bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\nHe leave you red like a robin\nBirdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\nOn his chest, already mobbin'\nPull up and you stutter\nMy face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\nManic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\nLittle boy, what you be on? What's happening?\nFaking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\nThey never said they protectors (Ugh)\nProtect us I bet, then wet us\nLet us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\nGet us\nThey judge us ain't even met us\nI gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\nSwimming the current, they trying to net us\nCurran put bruv on the shit right quick\n'Til Spider Gang get up\n\nThat's the whole song\nIt's done right now","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] Twenty minute song\n[00:02.43] It's not actually twenty minutes\n[00:05.01] Duey! Put on something creative\n[00:06.34] Duey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\n[00:10.19] Oh boy\n[00:13.50] Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?\n[00:19.38] No\n[00:22.48] Yeah! I am the melody\n[00:24.45] Yuh\n[00:25.14] Hate me, nigga, hate me\n[00:27.79] You a dummy, funny lady\n[00:30.14] I'll name you Katie\n[00:32.01] Talking shit, you like a baby\n[00:34.39] I cannot understand\n[00:36.85] I keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\n[00:40.52] In my hands\n[00:41.52] Make you dance\n[00:42.64] Fuck a no melody\n[00:43.78] I am the melody\n[00:44.64] Kill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\n[00:46.98] I am not listening to what you're telling me\n[00:48.94] I am not buying the shit that you're selling me\n[00:51.14] I'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\n[00:53.09] I'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\n[00:55.19] Or forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\n[00:57.25] You niggas unworthy of being awarded\n[00:59.44] For anything other than being recorded\n[01:01.51] As some of the worst niggas labeled important\n[01:03.73] Go put some more in\n[01:04.86] You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\n[01:06.85] But, nigga, I'm touring\n[01:07.95] Keep up the pouring\n[01:08.90] That poison yo organs\n[01:10.26] I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\n[01:12.20] Popping them pills\n[01:13.09] 'Til these artists, there's more dead\n[01:14.47] Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n[01:26.58] Wendigo x Dillinger\n[01:28.57] Real trap shit\n[01:30.62] I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n[01:32.42] Go say what you want about me and my riches\n[01:34.37] You faking statistics\n[01:35.26] These niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\n[01:37.64] Pussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\n[01:39.56] I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\n[01:43.21] Ain't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\n[01:44.26] Ain't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\n[01:44.98] I'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\n[01:46.96] In the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n[01:48.95] 'Cause I'm very much missing my bae (My bae)\n[01:50.63] Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\n[01:53.14] Flow into the drain\n[01:54.10] Ain't came here to play\n[01:55.28] What you wan' say?\n[01:56.14] One of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\n[01:58.49] No, sir, I don't buy no plays\n[01:59.93] I don't even care if you listen\n[02:01.08] You shitting or pissing\n[02:02.01] You ain't missing nothing important\n[02:03.66] Bitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\n[02:05.25] I get to take what I imagine and form it\n[02:07.26] You an informant\n[02:08.12] As in you know about me\n[02:09.15] You informing the people\n[02:10.33] You scorn it\n[02:11.02] Aren't you bored yet?\n[02:11.84] To get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\n[02:13.70] I am so pure and so gorgeous\n[02:15.00] I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\n[02:16.82] Pimples in all of your pores\n[02:18.32] Walk on all fours, can't open doors\n[02:20.13] Where are my thumbs? I am too dumb\n[02:22.09] I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n[02:24.18] Go say what you want about me and my riches\n[02:26.07] I'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\n[02:27.85] I keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\n[02:29.61] I'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\n[02:32.33] I'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\n[02:34.54] Niggas be wishing the worst for me\n[02:36.37] I'ma do me, I'm my own homie\n[02:38.19] Don't owe you nothing, you don't know me\n[02:39.78] Ain't wrote for me\n[02:40.70] I grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\n[02:42.79] I'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\n[02:44.66] Fall out\n[02:45.44] With niggas that care about all clout\n[02:47.39] I'm hanging with Wendigo\n[02:48.39] We in New York and we sticker the city\n[02:50.03] I'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\n[02:51.80] I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\n[02:53.86] Fast, I get an O for like fiddy\n[02:55.69] Gas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\n[02:57.57] Pass, Spider Gang titty committee\n[02:59.99] Ass\n[03:02.32] \n[03:07.74] Shoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\n[03:21.80] Helter skelter\n[03:23.71] Kill all the beatnicks\n[03:25.59] Kill all the faggots\n[03:27.31] And anyone who seek dicks\n[03:29.32] Face tats and fake plays, uh\n[03:31.20] Waste cash and make no moves\n[03:32.93] I got bass cracking my plays, uh\n[03:35.15] Raise dragon live channel number 2\n[03:37.10] My mama told me sideways\n[03:38.52] I would have to get outside, find my place, uh\n[03:40.82] My mama shares my migraines\n[03:42.25] Look too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\n[03:44.72] Lipstick on my limp dick\n[03:46.56] Mommy, I want a skateboard\n[03:47.90] Mommy, I want to rape whores\n[03:49.39] Mommy, where's daddy?\n[03:50.35] Mommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\n[03:52.38] I don't like you\n[03:53.39] I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\n[03:56.15] Up in a tree, I am so free, caw\n[03:58.44] Who want to breed with me? (Ah)\n[03:59.94] Make more of me, make more of me\n[04:01.74] You are my spawn, look up and feed\n[04:03.74] I'm in a tree like we KND\n[04:05.58] Dirty apollo kaka and mazi\n[04:07.24] Solsa down under he sipping his pee\n[04:09.41] Hanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\n[04:13.37] I'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\n[04:15.52] Spam\n[04:15.82] A tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\n[04:17.54] Having a grand slam, jabbing it\n[04:18.77] Mad stamina, damnit\n[04:19.77] Can famine and cramming an animal\n[04:21.19] Into a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\n[04:22.88] Bird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\n[04:24.62] Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow\n[04:26.33] My turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\n[04:27.89] A word fairy\n[04:28.48] How did he learn? Where'd he intern?\n[04:29.60] Fern carrying\n[04:30.20] With a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\n[04:32.26] Fennel seed scent\n[04:32.93] With a rental key to event\n[04:33.86] I got lots of tea if you spending\n[04:34.92] Ain't meant to be in your business\n[04:35.95] I gotta go pay the rent\n[04:36.86] I'm giving up tree for Lent\n[04:37.78] I'm beating it 'til it bent\n[04:40.27] No, no, no, no, no\n[04:42.66] Stop it\n[04:45.05] \n[04:49.78] Yuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\n[04:55.36] Great, great, great\n[04:56.32] A couple people in my face, face, face\n[04:58.52] No other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\n[05:01.75] Thunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\n[05:04.74] At the summit, ho, you want it take it\n[05:06.58] Ayy, ayy, ayy, fool\n[05:07.76] Why you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\n[05:10.69] Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\n[05:13.73] If you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\n[05:16.88] Don't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\n[05:20.83] I like hairy bitches, uh\n[05:22.38] I like hairy bitches, uh\n[05:23.85] Bitches with hair, uh, hmm\n[05:26.83] I like hairy bitches, uh\n[05:28.37] I like hairy bitches, uh\n[05:29.77] Bitches with hair, uh\n[05:31.25] I'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\n[05:33.96] Hey, Luis, do yo dance\n[05:35.46] Give 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\n[05:37.35] If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\n[05:40.66] If you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\n[05:43.32] I don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\n[05:46.79] What you talking 'bout? (Uh)\n[05:48.13] Nigga who is that?\n[05:49.25] Fuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\n[05:52.24] Got it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\n[05:57.48] \n[06:01.68] Shaka laka zulu, huh\n[06:03.63] New year, thirty new yous\n[06:05.52] What we should do is move the fuck on\n[06:08.04] Walk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\n[06:10.80] And the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\n[06:13.38] All these humans are insane, huh\n[06:15.37] Half Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\n[06:17.52] Moving like a wave in a cave\n[06:19.73] Hunter aiming at yo brain\n[06:21.32] Brain, brain, brain liquid\n[06:23.21] I feel like Eddy, grip machete\n[06:25.39] I'm addicted\n[06:26.31] But not by definition 'cause I kicked it\n[06:29.23] Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n[06:30.47] Men have become truly weak (Wow)\n[06:33.65] Why are they abusing me?\n[06:35.32] Why are they abusing me?\n[06:36.92] Why are they abusing me? (Wow)\n[06:39.68] Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n[06:42.19] Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n[06:46.80] Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\n[06:49.73] Men have become truly weak\n[06:51.06] Why are they abusing me?\n[06:52.66] When I've become truly weak (Wow)\n[07:01.29] Shoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\n[07:03.82] And for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\n[07:08.48] Fuck adlibs\n[07:09.38] (I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[07:12.16] Make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n[07:15.93] I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n[07:19.23] Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n[07:21.94] Look both ways before you cross the street\n[07:24.87] Jumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\n[07:27.95] Rotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\n[07:30.89] Staring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\n[07:33.88] Care about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\n[07:36.93] Bow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\n[07:39.96] Why you never holler unless you got something else you need?\n[07:42.90] Bitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\n[07:45.87] Feel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n[07:48.78] \"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before\n[07:52.01] Up in the schoolyard (Ooh)\n[07:54.87] Bitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\n[07:57.90] Yo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\n[08:00.85] My soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\n[08:03.84] Talking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\n[08:06.85] I'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\n[08:09.87] Go pee, on my face, I got no teeth\n[08:12.87] Water tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\n[08:15.84] In New York I sock your cronies if they phony\n[08:18.57] I'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\n[08:25.27] I'm lonely\n[08:25.98] Ayy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\n[08:39.43] Haha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n[08:45.33] (Thraxx)\n[08:45.38] Fendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\n[08:47.96] Then your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\n[08:50.72] Then I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\n[08:53.67] When she gotta poopy, do me face\n[08:56.02] Yes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\n[08:59.16] Shove it up ya ass and then drag it\n[09:01.30] I'm a hot bitch if I drag it\n[09:03.57] Bag him and tag it, uh\n[09:05.63] Don't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\n[09:07.76] Walking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\n[09:10.46] Bruhmane asking what I'm mad at\n[09:12.61] All of that fag scat\n[09:14.49] Pussy chatter like he Claptrap\n[09:16.13] Nap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\n[09:18.92] Hate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\n[09:22.27] Companies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\n[09:24.92] You keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\n[09:28.23] Color myself in with sharpie just because I can\n[09:30.64] Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n[09:33.03] My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n[09:35.99] Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n[09:38.79] My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n[09:41.59] Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n[09:44.36] My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n[09:47.26] Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n[09:50.03] My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n[09:53.34] Niggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n[09:57.44] (Niggas need to cease fucksin')\n[09:58.62] Spider Gang shit\n[10:00.67] I'm off a quaalude right now\n[10:05.46] \n[10:13.69] Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[10:16.40] Lil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\n[10:19.34] Is it gay? Give a shit\n[10:20.70] Lay you out like my fit\n[10:22.27] Like a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\n[10:25.46] Lit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\n[10:28.37] I'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\n[10:31.37] Go stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\n[10:34.33] I'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\n[10:37.61] Sorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\n[10:39.93] Nigga, how you been this week?\n[10:41.41] Tell me while she finish me\n[10:42.92] I am never industry\n[10:44.34] Semen like I'm in this meat\n[10:45.84] Streaming down yo sister cheek\n[10:47.44] Yo plug got a fist of weed\n[10:48.92] Bitch, go use some Listerine\n[10:50.46] Or maybe some Mr. Clean\n[10:51.88] 'Til yo mouth is blistering\n[10:53.46] Headlights bright, hemp wick on my light\n[10:56.09] In-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\n[10:59.07] Pack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\n[11:01.95] Got the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\n[11:05.38] Rolling so the pine tree bounce around\n[11:07.54] Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around\n[11:10.52] RAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\n[11:13.12] Smoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\n[11:16.18] Put it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\n[11:19.57] Then you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\n[11:21.74] Tell that fucking cunt leave\n[11:23.36] Riding too high to keep a downer round\n[11:25.55] Turning up a pounding sound\n[11:26.94] Roll and pass around a pound\n[11:28.30] Stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[11:31.06] Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[11:34.01] Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[11:36.97] Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n[11:41.63] I produced this song\n[11:43.88] I made this beat\n[11:45.81] I'm so proud of myself\n[11:49.54] Shoutout Johnnascus\n[11:52.42] Johnny boy, Johnny boy\n[11:53.91] Playing with his army toys\n[11:55.46] Johnny tell his mother\n[11:56.56] Let him hang out with the brawny boys\n[11:58.35] Scrawny as he is\n[11:59.41] He hold his own against the bully\n[12:01.07] He pull out his hair and yell at them\n[12:02.72] They aren't fully people\n[12:04.19] Then they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\n[12:07.33] Piss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\n[12:10.52] Bear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\n[12:13.77] Off his head with the bite of his front tooth\n[12:16.49] Bitch what you gon' do?\n[12:19.50] Outta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\n[12:22.41] Tongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n[12:25.02] \"Wait it isn't right\"\n[12:26.22] Pulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\n[12:28.90] Ayy, you sucker, tell the others\n[12:30.39] If they come around this way you getting stuck up\n[12:32.66] Did I stutter?\n[12:33.26] Run from Johnny, he's crazy\n[12:35.94] Mommy, I think Johnny has rabies\n[12:38.11] Save me, that little boy is shady\n[12:41.17] Sonnatic, wake the fuck up\n[12:58.21] Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n[12:58.52] Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n[12:59.14] Rickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\n[13:00.94] Wicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\n[13:02.71] Know I been tied up\n[13:05.15] Finger bobby pin he prick\n[13:06.98] Backwood lobby, suck my dick\n[13:08.63] Burn down the hotel like a wick\n[13:10.66] Wick, wick, flick Bic\n[13:12.55] Like I said one million times\n[13:14.49] I feel lightning fill my spine\n[13:16.22] Sucking, biting when they rhyme\n[13:18.56] Pissy face, I lick a lime\n[13:19.87] Kiss my dick tip, you a dime\n[13:21.75] Keep a quarter in my mind\n[13:23.66] All times\n[13:24.40] I don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\n[13:25.97] These little ass kids on IG with they pictures\n[13:27.93] I went to school and I read all my scriptures\n[13:29.70] Maybe then God will let me into heaven\n[13:31.57] And I can look down at the pedophile reverends\n[13:33.45] That burning in hell for not learning they lessons\n[13:35.42] Steady molesting, no biblical sessions\n[13:37.20] Ayy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\n[13:39.85] What's up?\n[13:40.91] Oh hey, just burning eternally\n[13:43.57] Oh, cool\n[13:44.61] Wish it was that simple\n[13:45.96] How to pop a pimple\n[13:47.18] Squeeze until you bleed\n[13:48.89] I got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\n[13:51.87] I am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\n[13:55.20] Fall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\n[13:58.93] Bitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\n[14:06.81] Rat race, okay\n[14:08.11] Move your feet if you wit' it\n[14:09.98] Searching backpage, okay\n[14:11.50] All the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\n[14:15.35] My Asian bitch got a fat waist\n[14:17.85] All you pussy niggas are in last place\n[14:20.55] All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n[14:25.35] All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n[14:27.68] Shoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n[14:35.42] (So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\n[14:38.62] Listen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n[14:41.63] (At a reasonable miles per hour)\n[14:44.18] Alright?\n[14:46.73] I just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\n[14:49.60] Whip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\n[14:52.82] I just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\n[14:55.33] You just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\n[14:58.88] I took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\n[15:01.57] My dollars blue\n[15:02.45] Niggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\n[15:05.29] Hollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\n[15:08.53] Where that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\n[15:10.87] Nowhere, nowhere to be found\n[15:13.46] See you pound on your head\n[15:14.95] He has to be around, right?\n[15:16.73] Sound bites, as in wave eats\n[15:18.85] He don't save fleets\n[15:19.84] Say please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\n[15:22.80] Let's go make a movie should be way clean\n[15:25.16] Lights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\n[15:28.07] Spray cream (Haha)\n[15:33.51] Oh, man, I'm so gay\n[15:35.08] Meth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\n[15:38.25] I love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\n[15:41.01] Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\n[15:44.43] I'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\n[15:47.11] Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\n[15:50.17] Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\n[15:53.19] Would these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\n[15:56.19] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[15:59.19] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[16:05.22] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[16:11.23] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[16:14.28] I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n[16:17.25] I can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\n[16:20.24] Dirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\n[16:23.30] I can see you, I spy with my little eye\n[16:26.39] A little man, small fry on his inner thigh\n[16:29.52] Hop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\n[16:32.08] I feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\n[16:37.35] Now I know what you're thinking\n[16:40.02] This song is getting kinda near the end, true\n[16:44.11] That means some cool shit is about to happen\n[16:46.92] Ayy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\n[16:50.69] Haha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\n[16:57.61] \n[17:00.37] Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n[17:04.15] Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\n[17:06.34] Bitch, you hella pussy\n[17:07.52] Many kitties flockin' round\n[17:09.35] In yo city, talking loud\n[17:11.10] I can see you walking out\n[17:13.28] While I'm rapping\n[17:14.06] I'm a dog owner\n[17:15.39] I yell at the cat then\n[17:16.55] Kick his backend (Uh)\n[17:17.98] I know why these niggas yapping\n[17:20.02] 'Cause they mad that I'm attacking\n[17:21.86] Everything they holding dear\n[17:23.56] Being racist, live in fear\n[17:25.11] Being hateful, killing queers\n[17:27.05] Let a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\n[17:30.36] Bitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\n[17:33.84] You can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\n[17:37.58] Suicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\n[17:41.04] Sad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\n[17:45.39] What the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\n[17:49.33] Run that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\n[17:52.74] In the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\n[17:56.08] Straight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\n[18:01.56] My boys on my back\n[18:02.73] 12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\n[18:04.63] Slide to the crib in the back\n[18:05.98] Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\n[18:08.15] Sky with the brake dust\n[18:09.36] And under it gun they make bust\n[18:11.07] And under it LA break trust\n[18:12.72] And under it all they fake us like\n[18:14.62] Mannequins up in the pike\n[18:15.71] These Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\n[18:17.94] I'm biking bitch go take hike\n[18:19.37] I ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\n[18:21.52] Light fire to grass get water or rock on it\n[18:23.12] Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it\n[18:24.93] Round sound, no squares in my circle\n[18:26.41] One loud round when we passing the purple\n[18:28.27] No bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\n[18:30.52] He leave you red like a robin\n[18:31.73] Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\n[18:33.63] On his chest, already mobbin'\n[18:35.08] Pull up and you stutter\n[18:35.86] My face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\n[18:38.59] Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\n[18:40.54] Little boy, what you be on? What's happening?\n[18:42.09] Faking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\n[18:44.17] They never said they protectors (Ugh)\n[18:46.28] Protect us I bet, then wet us\n[18:47.58] Let us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\n[18:48.81] Get us\n[18:49.64] They judge us ain't even met us\n[18:51.08] I gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\n[18:52.76] Swimming the current, they trying to net us\n[18:54.46] Curran put bruv on the shit right quick\n[18:55.91] 'Til Spider Gang get up\n[19:00.04] That's the whole song\n[19:02.82] It's done right now\n[19:06.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: DEATH SQUAD (Paused)\n  artist: Lil Darkie\n  album: DEATH SQUAD\n  duration_ms: 1146521\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Twenty minute song\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 2430\n- text: It's not actually twenty minutes\n  start_ms: 2430\n  end_ms: 5010\n- text: Duey! Put on something creative\n  start_ms: 5010\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: Duey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 10190\n- text: Oh boy\n  start_ms: 10190\n  end_ms: 13500\n- text: Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?\n  start_ms: 13500\n  end_ms: 19380\n- text: No\n  start_ms: 19380\n  end_ms: 22480\n- text: Yeah! I am the melody\n  start_ms: 22480\n  end_ms: 24450\n- text: Yuh\n  start_ms: 24450\n  end_ms: 25140\n- text: Hate me, nigga, hate me\n  start_ms: 25140\n  end_ms: 27790\n- text: You a dummy, funny lady\n  start_ms: 27790\n  end_ms: 30140\n- text: I'll name you Katie\n  start_ms: 30140\n  end_ms: 32010\n- text: Talking shit, you like a baby\n  start_ms: 32010\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: I cannot understand\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 36850\n- text: I keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\n  start_ms: 36850\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: In my hands\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 41520\n- text: Make you dance\n  start_ms: 41520\n  end_ms: 42640\n- text: Fuck a no melody\n  start_ms: 42640\n  end_ms: 43780\n- text: I am the melody\n  start_ms: 43780\n  end_ms: 44640\n- text: Kill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\n  start_ms: 44640\n  end_ms: 46980\n- text: I am not listening to what you're telling me\n  start_ms: 46980\n  end_ms: 48940\n- text: I am not buying the shit that you're selling me\n  start_ms: 48940\n  end_ms: 51140\n- text: I'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\n  start_ms: 51140\n  end_ms: 53090\n- text: I'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\n  start_ms: 53090\n  end_ms: 55190\n- text: Or forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\n  start_ms: 55190\n  end_ms: 57250\n- text: You niggas unworthy of being awarded\n  start_ms: 57250\n  end_ms: 59440\n- text: For anything other than being recorded\n  start_ms: 59440\n  end_ms: 61510\n- text: As some of the worst niggas labeled important\n  start_ms: 61510\n  end_ms: 63730\n- text: Go put some more in\n  start_ms: 63730\n  end_ms: 64860\n- text: You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\n  start_ms: 64860\n  end_ms: 66850\n- text: But, nigga, I'm touring\n  start_ms: 66850\n  end_ms: 67950\n- text: Keep up the pouring\n  start_ms: 67950\n  end_ms: 68900\n- text: That poison yo organs\n  start_ms: 68900\n  end_ms: 70260\n- text: I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\n  start_ms: 70260\n  end_ms: 72200\n- text: Popping them pills\n  start_ms: 72200\n  end_ms: 73090\n- text: '''Til these artists, there''s more dead'\n  start_ms: 73090\n  end_ms: 74470\n- text: Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n  start_ms: 74470\n  end_ms: 86580\n- text: Wendigo x Dillinger\n  start_ms: 86580\n  end_ms: 88570\n- text: Real trap shit\n  start_ms: 88570\n  end_ms: 90620\n- text: I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  start_ms: 90620\n  end_ms: 92420\n- text: Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  start_ms: 92420\n  end_ms: 94370\n- text: You faking statistics\n  start_ms: 94370\n  end_ms: 95260\n- text: These niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\n  start_ms: 95260\n  end_ms: 97640\n- text: Pussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\n  start_ms: 97640\n  end_ms: 99560\n- text: I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 99560\n  end_ms: 103210\n- text: Ain't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 103210\n  end_ms: 104260\n- text: Ain't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 104260\n  end_ms: 104980\n- text: I'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\n  start_ms: 104980\n  end_ms: 106960\n- text: In the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n  start_ms: 106960\n  end_ms: 108950\n- text: '''Cause I''m very much missing my bae (My bae)'\n  start_ms: 108950\n  end_ms: 110630\n- text: Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\n  start_ms: 110630\n  end_ms: 113140\n- text: Flow into the drain\n  start_ms: 113140\n  end_ms: 114100\n- text: Ain't came here to play\n  start_ms: 114100\n  end_ms: 115280\n- text: What you wan' say?\n  start_ms: 115280\n  end_ms: 116140\n- text: One of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\n  start_ms: 116140\n  end_ms: 118490\n- text: No, sir, I don't buy no plays\n  start_ms: 118490\n  end_ms: 119930\n- text: I don't even care if you listen\n  start_ms: 119930\n  end_ms: 121080\n- text: You shitting or pissing\n  start_ms: 121080\n  end_ms: 122010\n- text: You ain't missing nothing important\n  start_ms: 122010\n  end_ms: 123660\n- text: Bitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\n  start_ms: 123660\n  end_ms: 125250\n- text: I get to take what I imagine and form it\n  start_ms: 125250\n  end_ms: 127260\n- text: You an informant\n  start_ms: 127260\n  end_ms: 128120\n- text: As in you know about me\n  start_ms: 128120\n  end_ms: 129150\n- text: You informing the people\n  start_ms: 129150\n  end_ms: 130330\n- text: You scorn it\n  start_ms: 130330\n  end_ms: 131020\n- text: Aren't you bored yet?\n  start_ms: 131020\n  end_ms: 131840\n- text: To get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\n  start_ms: 131840\n  end_ms: 133700\n- text: I am so pure and so gorgeous\n  start_ms: 133700\n  end_ms: 135000\n- text: I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\n  start_ms: 135000\n  end_ms: 136820\n- text: Pimples in all of your pores\n  start_ms: 136820\n  end_ms: 138320\n- text: Walk on all fours, can't open doors\n  start_ms: 138320\n  end_ms: 140130\n- text: Where are my thumbs? I am too dumb\n  start_ms: 140130\n  end_ms: 142090\n- text: I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  start_ms: 142090\n  end_ms: 144180\n- text: Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  start_ms: 144180\n  end_ms: 146070\n- text: I'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\n  start_ms: 146070\n  end_ms: 147850\n- text: I keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\n  start_ms: 147850\n  end_ms: 149610\n- text: I'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\n  start_ms: 149610\n  end_ms: 152330\n- text: I'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\n  start_ms: 152330\n  end_ms: 154540\n- text: Niggas be wishing the worst for me\n  start_ms: 154540\n  end_ms: 156370\n- text: I'ma do me, I'm my own homie\n  start_ms: 156370\n  end_ms: 158190\n- text: Don't owe you nothing, you don't know me\n  start_ms: 158190\n  end_ms: 159780\n- text: Ain't wrote for me\n  start_ms: 159780\n  end_ms: 160700\n- text: I grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\n  start_ms: 160700\n  end_ms: 162790\n- text: I'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\n  start_ms: 162790\n  end_ms: 164660\n- text: Fall out\n  start_ms: 164660\n  end_ms: 165440\n- text: With niggas that care about all clout\n  start_ms: 165440\n  end_ms: 167390\n- text: I'm hanging with Wendigo\n  start_ms: 167390\n  end_ms: 168390\n- text: We in New York and we sticker the city\n  start_ms: 168390\n  end_ms: 170030\n- text: I'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\n  start_ms: 170030\n  end_ms: 171800\n- text: I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\n  start_ms: 171800\n  end_ms: 173860\n- text: Fast, I get an O for like fiddy\n  start_ms: 173860\n  end_ms: 175690\n- text: Gas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\n  start_ms: 175690\n  end_ms: 177570\n- text: Pass, Spider Gang titty committee\n  start_ms: 177570\n  end_ms: 179990\n- text: Ass\n  start_ms: 179990\n  end_ms: 182320\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 182320\n  end_ms: 187740\n- text: Shoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\n  start_ms: 187740\n  end_ms: 201800\n- text: Helter skelter\n  start_ms: 201800\n  end_ms: 203710\n- text: Kill all the beatnicks\n  start_ms: 203710\n  end_ms: 205590\n- text: Kill all the faggots\n  start_ms: 205590\n  end_ms: 207310\n- text: And anyone who seek dicks\n  start_ms: 207310\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: Face tats and fake plays, uh\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 211200\n- text: Waste cash and make no moves\n  start_ms: 211200\n  end_ms: 212930\n- text: I got bass cracking my plays, uh\n  start_ms: 212930\n  end_ms: 215150\n- text: Raise dragon live channel number 2\n  start_ms: 215150\n  end_ms: 217100\n- text: My mama told me sideways\n  start_ms: 217100\n  end_ms: 218520\n- text: I would have to get outside, find my place, uh\n  start_ms: 218520\n  end_ms: 220820\n- text: My mama shares my migraines\n  start_ms: 220820\n  end_ms: 222250\n- text: Look too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\n  start_ms: 222250\n  end_ms: 224720\n- text: Lipstick on my limp dick\n  start_ms: 224720\n  end_ms: 226560\n- text: Mommy, I want a skateboard\n  start_ms: 226560\n  end_ms: 227900\n- text: Mommy, I want to rape whores\n  start_ms: 227900\n  end_ms: 229390\n- text: Mommy, where's daddy?\n  start_ms: 229390\n  end_ms: 230350\n- text: Mommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\n  start_ms: 230350\n  end_ms: 232380\n- text: I don't like you\n  start_ms: 232380\n  end_ms: 233390\n- text: I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\n  start_ms: 233390\n  end_ms: 236150\n- text: Up in a tree, I am so free, caw\n  start_ms: 236150\n  end_ms: 238440\n- text: Who want to breed with me? (Ah)\n  start_ms: 238440\n  end_ms: 239940\n- text: Make more of me, make more of me\n  start_ms: 239940\n  end_ms: 241740\n- text: You are my spawn, look up and feed\n  start_ms: 241740\n  end_ms: 243740\n- text: I'm in a tree like we KND\n  start_ms: 243740\n  end_ms: 245580\n- text: Dirty apollo kaka and mazi\n  start_ms: 245580\n  end_ms: 247240\n- text: Solsa down under he sipping his pee\n  start_ms: 247240\n  end_ms: 249410\n- text: Hanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\n  start_ms: 249410\n  end_ms: 253370\n- text: I'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\n  start_ms: 253370\n  end_ms: 255520\n- text: Spam\n  start_ms: 255520\n  end_ms: 255820\n- text: A tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 257540\n- text: Having a grand slam, jabbing it\n  start_ms: 257540\n  end_ms: 258770\n- text: Mad stamina, damnit\n  start_ms: 258770\n  end_ms: 259770\n- text: Can famine and cramming an animal\n  start_ms: 259770\n  end_ms: 261190\n- text: Into a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\n  start_ms: 261190\n  end_ms: 262880\n- text: Bird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\n  start_ms: 262880\n  end_ms: 264620\n- text: Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow\n  start_ms: 264620\n  end_ms: 266330\n- text: My turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\n  start_ms: 266330\n  end_ms: 267890\n- text: A word fairy\n  start_ms: 267890\n  end_ms: 268480\n- text: How did he learn? Where'd he intern?\n  start_ms: 268480\n  end_ms: 269600\n- text: Fern carrying\n  start_ms: 269600\n  end_ms: 270200\n- text: With a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\n  start_ms: 270200\n  end_ms: 272260\n- text: Fennel seed scent\n  start_ms: 272260\n  end_ms: 272930\n- text: With a rental key to event\n  start_ms: 272930\n  end_ms: 273860\n- text: I got lots of tea if you spending\n  start_ms: 273860\n  end_ms: 274920\n- text: Ain't meant to be in your business\n  start_ms: 274920\n  end_ms: 275950\n- text: I gotta go pay the rent\n  start_ms: 275950\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: I'm giving up tree for Lent\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 277780\n- text: I'm beating it 'til it bent\n  start_ms: 277780\n  end_ms: 280270\n- text: No, no, no, no, no\n  start_ms: 280270\n  end_ms: 282660\n- text: Stop it\n  start_ms: 282660\n  end_ms: 285050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 285050\n  end_ms: 289780\n- text: Yuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\n  start_ms: 289780\n  end_ms: 295360\n- text: Great, great, great\n  start_ms: 295360\n  end_ms: 296320\n- text: A couple people in my face, face, face\n  start_ms: 296320\n  end_ms: 298520\n- text: No other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\n  start_ms: 298520\n  end_ms: 301750\n- text: Thunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\n  start_ms: 301750\n  end_ms: 304740\n- text: At the summit, ho, you want it take it\n  start_ms: 304740\n  end_ms: 306580\n- text: Ayy, ayy, ayy, fool\n  start_ms: 306580\n  end_ms: 307760\n- text: Why you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\n  start_ms: 307760\n  end_ms: 310690\n- text: Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\n  start_ms: 310690\n  end_ms: 313730\n- text: If you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\n  start_ms: 313730\n  end_ms: 316880\n- text: Don't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\n  start_ms: 316880\n  end_ms: 320830\n- text: I like hairy bitches, uh\n  start_ms: 320830\n  end_ms: 322380\n- text: I like hairy bitches, uh\n  start_ms: 322380\n  end_ms: 323850\n- text: Bitches with hair, uh, hmm\n  start_ms: 323850\n  end_ms: 326830\n- text: I like hairy bitches, uh\n  start_ms: 326830\n  end_ms: 328370\n- text: I like hairy bitches, uh\n  start_ms: 328370\n  end_ms: 329770\n- text: Bitches with hair, uh\n  start_ms: 329770\n  end_ms: 331250\n- text: I'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\n  start_ms: 331250\n  end_ms: 333960\n- text: Hey, Luis, do yo dance\n  start_ms: 333960\n  end_ms: 335460\n- text: Give 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\n  start_ms: 335460\n  end_ms: 337350\n- text: If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\n  start_ms: 337350\n  end_ms: 340660\n- text: If you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\n  start_ms: 340660\n  end_ms: 343320\n- text: I don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\n  start_ms: 343320\n  end_ms: 346790\n- text: What you talking 'bout? (Uh)\n  start_ms: 346790\n  end_ms: 348130\n- text: Nigga who is that?\n  start_ms: 348130\n  end_ms: 349250\n- text: Fuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\n  start_ms: 349250\n  end_ms: 352240\n- text: Got it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\n  start_ms: 352240\n  end_ms: 357480\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 357480\n  end_ms: 361680\n- text: Shaka laka zulu, huh\n  start_ms: 361680\n  end_ms: 363630\n- text: New year, thirty new yous\n  start_ms: 363630\n  end_ms: 365520\n- text: What we should do is move the fuck on\n  start_ms: 365520\n  end_ms: 368040\n- text: Walk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\n  start_ms: 368040\n  end_ms: 370800\n- text: And the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\n  start_ms: 370800\n  end_ms: 373380\n- text: All these humans are insane, huh\n  start_ms: 373380\n  end_ms: 375370\n- text: Half Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\n  start_ms: 375370\n  end_ms: 377520\n- text: Moving like a wave in a cave\n  start_ms: 377520\n  end_ms: 379730\n- text: Hunter aiming at yo brain\n  start_ms: 379730\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: Brain, brain, brain liquid\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 383210\n- text: I feel like Eddy, grip machete\n  start_ms: 383210\n  end_ms: 385390\n- text: I'm addicted\n  start_ms: 385390\n  end_ms: 386310\n- text: But not by definition 'cause I kicked it\n  start_ms: 386310\n  end_ms: 389230\n- text: Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  start_ms: 389230\n  end_ms: 390470\n- text: Men have become truly weak (Wow)\n  start_ms: 390470\n  end_ms: 393650\n- text: Why are they abusing me?\n  start_ms: 393650\n  end_ms: 395320\n- text: Why are they abusing me?\n  start_ms: 395320\n  end_ms: 396920\n- text: Why are they abusing me? (Wow)\n  start_ms: 396920\n  end_ms: 399680\n- text: Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  start_ms: 399680\n  end_ms: 402190\n- text: Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  start_ms: 402190\n  end_ms: 406800\n- text: Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\n  start_ms: 406800\n  end_ms: 409730\n- text: Men have become truly weak\n  start_ms: 409730\n  end_ms: 411060\n- text: Why are they abusing me?\n  start_ms: 411060\n  end_ms: 412660\n- text: When I've become truly weak (Wow)\n  start_ms: 412660\n  end_ms: 421290\n- text: Shoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\n  start_ms: 421290\n  end_ms: 423820\n- text: And for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\n  start_ms: 423820\n  end_ms: 428480\n- text: Fuck adlibs\n  start_ms: 428480\n  end_ms: 429380\n- text: (I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 429380\n  end_ms: 432160\n- text: Make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  start_ms: 432160\n  end_ms: 435930\n- text: I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  start_ms: 435930\n  end_ms: 439230\n- text: Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  start_ms: 439230\n  end_ms: 441940\n- text: Look both ways before you cross the street\n  start_ms: 441940\n  end_ms: 444870\n- text: Jumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\n  start_ms: 444870\n  end_ms: 447950\n- text: Rotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\n  start_ms: 447950\n  end_ms: 450890\n- text: Staring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\n  start_ms: 450890\n  end_ms: 453880\n- text: Care about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\n  start_ms: 453880\n  end_ms: 456930\n- text: Bow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\n  start_ms: 456930\n  end_ms: 459960\n- text: Why you never holler unless you got something else you need?\n  start_ms: 459960\n  end_ms: 462900\n- text: Bitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\n  start_ms: 462900\n  end_ms: 465870\n- text: Feel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n  start_ms: 465870\n  end_ms: 468780\n- text: '\"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before'\n  start_ms: 468780\n  end_ms: 472010\n- text: Up in the schoolyard (Ooh)\n  start_ms: 472010\n  end_ms: 474870\n- text: Bitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\n  start_ms: 474870\n  end_ms: 477900\n- text: Yo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\n  start_ms: 477900\n  end_ms: 480850\n- text: My soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\n  start_ms: 480850\n  end_ms: 483840\n- text: Talking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\n  start_ms: 483840\n  end_ms: 486850\n- text: I'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\n  start_ms: 486850\n  end_ms: 489870\n- text: Go pee, on my face, I got no teeth\n  start_ms: 489870\n  end_ms: 492870\n- text: Water tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\n  start_ms: 492870\n  end_ms: 495840\n- text: In New York I sock your cronies if they phony\n  start_ms: 495840\n  end_ms: 498570\n- text: I'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\n  start_ms: 498570\n  end_ms: 505270\n- text: I'm lonely\n  start_ms: 505270\n  end_ms: 505980\n- text: Ayy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\n  start_ms: 505980\n  end_ms: 519430\n- text: Haha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n  start_ms: 519430\n  end_ms: 525330\n- text: (Thraxx)\n  start_ms: 525330\n  end_ms: 525380\n- text: Fendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\n  start_ms: 525380\n  end_ms: 527960\n- text: Then your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\n  start_ms: 527960\n  end_ms: 530720\n- text: Then I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\n  start_ms: 530720\n  end_ms: 533670\n- text: When she gotta poopy, do me face\n  start_ms: 533670\n  end_ms: 536020\n- text: Yes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\n  start_ms: 536020\n  end_ms: 539160\n- text: Shove it up ya ass and then drag it\n  start_ms: 539160\n  end_ms: 541300\n- text: I'm a hot bitch if I drag it\n  start_ms: 541300\n  end_ms: 543570\n- text: Bag him and tag it, uh\n  start_ms: 543570\n  end_ms: 545630\n- text: Don't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\n  start_ms: 545630\n  end_ms: 547760\n- text: Walking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\n  start_ms: 547760\n  end_ms: 550460\n- text: Bruhmane asking what I'm mad at\n  start_ms: 550460\n  end_ms: 552610\n- text: All of that fag scat\n  start_ms: 552610\n  end_ms: 554490\n- text: Pussy chatter like he Claptrap\n  start_ms: 554490\n  end_ms: 556130\n- text: Nap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\n  start_ms: 556130\n  end_ms: 558920\n- text: Hate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\n  start_ms: 558920\n  end_ms: 562270\n- text: Companies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\n  start_ms: 562270\n  end_ms: 564920\n- text: You keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\n  start_ms: 564920\n  end_ms: 568230\n- text: Color myself in with sharpie just because I can\n  start_ms: 568230\n  end_ms: 570640\n- text: Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  start_ms: 570640\n  end_ms: 573030\n- text: My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  start_ms: 573030\n  end_ms: 575990\n- text: Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  start_ms: 575990\n  end_ms: 578790\n- text: My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n  start_ms: 578790\n  end_ms: 581590\n- text: Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  start_ms: 581590\n  end_ms: 584360\n- text: My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  start_ms: 584360\n  end_ms: 587260\n- text: Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  start_ms: 587260\n  end_ms: 590030\n- text: My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n  start_ms: 590030\n  end_ms: 593340\n- text: Niggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n  start_ms: 593340\n  end_ms: 597440\n- text: (Niggas need to cease fucksin')\n  start_ms: 597440\n  end_ms: 598620\n- text: Spider Gang shit\n  start_ms: 598620\n  end_ms: 600670\n- text: I'm off a quaalude right now\n  start_ms: 600670\n  end_ms: 605460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 605460\n  end_ms: 613690\n- text: Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 613690\n  end_ms: 616400\n- text: Lil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\n  start_ms: 616400\n  end_ms: 619340\n- text: Is it gay? Give a shit\n  start_ms: 619340\n  end_ms: 620700\n- text: Lay you out like my fit\n  start_ms: 620700\n  end_ms: 622270\n- text: Like a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\n  start_ms: 622270\n  end_ms: 625460\n- text: Lit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\n  start_ms: 625460\n  end_ms: 628370\n- text: I'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\n  start_ms: 628370\n  end_ms: 631370\n- text: Go stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\n  start_ms: 631370\n  end_ms: 634330\n- text: I'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\n  start_ms: 634330\n  end_ms: 637610\n- text: Sorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\n  start_ms: 637610\n  end_ms: 639930\n- text: Nigga, how you been this week?\n  start_ms: 639930\n  end_ms: 641410\n- text: Tell me while she finish me\n  start_ms: 641410\n  end_ms: 642920\n- text: I am never industry\n  start_ms: 642920\n  end_ms: 644340\n- text: Semen like I'm in this meat\n  start_ms: 644340\n  end_ms: 645840\n- text: Streaming down yo sister cheek\n  start_ms: 645840\n  end_ms: 647440\n- text: Yo plug got a fist of weed\n  start_ms: 647440\n  end_ms: 648920\n- text: Bitch, go use some Listerine\n  start_ms: 648920\n  end_ms: 650460\n- text: Or maybe some Mr. Clean\n  start_ms: 650460\n  end_ms: 651880\n- text: '''Til yo mouth is blistering'\n  start_ms: 651880\n  end_ms: 653460\n- text: Headlights bright, hemp wick on my light\n  start_ms: 653460\n  end_ms: 656090\n- text: In-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\n  start_ms: 656090\n  end_ms: 659070\n- text: Pack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\n  start_ms: 659070\n  end_ms: 661950\n- text: Got the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\n  start_ms: 661950\n  end_ms: 665380\n- text: Rolling so the pine tree bounce around\n  start_ms: 665380\n  end_ms: 667540\n- text: Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around\n  start_ms: 667540\n  end_ms: 670520\n- text: RAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\n  start_ms: 670520\n  end_ms: 673120\n- text: Smoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\n  start_ms: 673120\n  end_ms: 676180\n- text: Put it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\n  start_ms: 676180\n  end_ms: 679570\n- text: Then you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\n  start_ms: 679570\n  end_ms: 681740\n- text: Tell that fucking cunt leave\n  start_ms: 681740\n  end_ms: 683360\n- text: Riding too high to keep a downer round\n  start_ms: 683360\n  end_ms: 685550\n- text: Turning up a pounding sound\n  start_ms: 685550\n  end_ms: 686940\n- text: Roll and pass around a pound\n  start_ms: 686940\n  end_ms: 688300\n- text: Stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 688300\n  end_ms: 691060\n- text: Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 691060\n  end_ms: 694010\n- text: Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 694010\n  end_ms: 696970\n- text: Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  start_ms: 696970\n  end_ms: 701630\n- text: I produced this song\n  start_ms: 701630\n  end_ms: 703880\n- text: I made this beat\n  start_ms: 703880\n  end_ms: 705810\n- text: I'm so proud of myself\n  start_ms: 705810\n  end_ms: 709540\n- text: Shoutout Johnnascus\n  start_ms: 709540\n  end_ms: 712420\n- text: Johnny boy, Johnny boy\n  start_ms: 712420\n  end_ms: 713910\n- text: Playing with his army toys\n  start_ms: 713910\n  end_ms: 715460\n- text: Johnny tell his mother\n  start_ms: 715460\n  end_ms: 716560\n- text: Let him hang out with the brawny boys\n  start_ms: 716560\n  end_ms: 718350\n- text: Scrawny as he is\n  start_ms: 718350\n  end_ms: 719410\n- text: He hold his own against the bully\n  start_ms: 719410\n  end_ms: 721070\n- text: He pull out his hair and yell at them\n  start_ms: 721070\n  end_ms: 722720\n- text: They aren't fully people\n  start_ms: 722720\n  end_ms: 724190\n- text: Then they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\n  start_ms: 724190\n  end_ms: 727330\n- text: Piss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\n  start_ms: 727330\n  end_ms: 730520\n- text: Bear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\n  start_ms: 730520\n  end_ms: 733770\n- text: Off his head with the bite of his front tooth\n  start_ms: 733770\n  end_ms: 736490\n- text: Bitch what you gon' do?\n  start_ms: 736490\n  end_ms: 739500\n- text: Outta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\n  start_ms: 739500\n  end_ms: 742410\n- text: Tongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n  start_ms: 742410\n  end_ms: 745020\n- text: '\"Wait it isn''t right\"'\n  start_ms: 745020\n  end_ms: 746220\n- text: Pulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\n  start_ms: 746220\n  end_ms: 748900\n- text: Ayy, you sucker, tell the others\n  start_ms: 748900\n  end_ms: 750390\n- text: If they come around this way you getting stuck up\n  start_ms: 750390\n  end_ms: 752660\n- text: Did I stutter?\n  start_ms: 752660\n  end_ms: 753260\n- text: Run from Johnny, he's crazy\n  start_ms: 753260\n  end_ms: 755940\n- text: Mommy, I think Johnny has rabies\n  start_ms: 755940\n  end_ms: 758110\n- text: Save me, that little boy is shady\n  start_ms: 758110\n  end_ms: 761170\n- text: Sonnatic, wake the fuck up\n  start_ms: 761170\n  end_ms: 778210\n- text: Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  start_ms: 778210\n  end_ms: 778520\n- text: Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  start_ms: 778520\n  end_ms: 779140\n- text: Rickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\n  start_ms: 779140\n  end_ms: 780940\n- text: Wicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\n  start_ms: 780940\n  end_ms: 782710\n- text: Know I been tied up\n  start_ms: 782710\n  end_ms: 785150\n- text: Finger bobby pin he prick\n  start_ms: 785150\n  end_ms: 786980\n- text: Backwood lobby, suck my dick\n  start_ms: 786980\n  end_ms: 788630\n- text: Burn down the hotel like a wick\n  start_ms: 788630\n  end_ms: 790660\n- text: Wick, wick, flick Bic\n  start_ms: 790660\n  end_ms: 792550\n- text: Like I said one million times\n  start_ms: 792550\n  end_ms: 794490\n- text: I feel lightning fill my spine\n  start_ms: 794490\n  end_ms: 796220\n- text: Sucking, biting when they rhyme\n  start_ms: 796220\n  end_ms: 798560\n- text: Pissy face, I lick a lime\n  start_ms: 798560\n  end_ms: 799870\n- text: Kiss my dick tip, you a dime\n  start_ms: 799870\n  end_ms: 801750\n- text: Keep a quarter in my mind\n  start_ms: 801750\n  end_ms: 803660\n- text: All times\n  start_ms: 803660\n  end_ms: 804400\n- text: I don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\n  start_ms: 804400\n  end_ms: 805970\n- text: These little ass kids on IG with they pictures\n  start_ms: 805970\n  end_ms: 807930\n- text: I went to school and I read all my scriptures\n  start_ms: 807930\n  end_ms: 809700\n- text: Maybe then God will let me into heaven\n  start_ms: 809700\n  end_ms: 811570\n- text: And I can look down at the pedophile reverends\n  start_ms: 811570\n  end_ms: 813450\n- text: That burning in hell for not learning they lessons\n  start_ms: 813450\n  end_ms: 815420\n- text: Steady molesting, no biblical sessions\n  start_ms: 815420\n  end_ms: 817200\n- text: Ayy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\n  start_ms: 817200\n  end_ms: 819850\n- text: What's up?\n  start_ms: 819850\n  end_ms: 820910\n- text: Oh hey, just burning eternally\n  start_ms: 820910\n  end_ms: 823570\n- text: Oh, cool\n  start_ms: 823570\n  end_ms: 824610\n- text: Wish it was that simple\n  start_ms: 824610\n  end_ms: 825960\n- text: How to pop a pimple\n  start_ms: 825960\n  end_ms: 827180\n- text: Squeeze until you bleed\n  start_ms: 827180\n  end_ms: 828890\n- text: I got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\n  start_ms: 828890\n  end_ms: 831870\n- text: I am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\n  start_ms: 831870\n  end_ms: 835200\n- text: Fall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 835200\n  end_ms: 838930\n- text: Bitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\n  start_ms: 838930\n  end_ms: 846810\n- text: Rat race, okay\n  start_ms: 846810\n  end_ms: 848110\n- text: Move your feet if you wit' it\n  start_ms: 848110\n  end_ms: 849980\n- text: Searching backpage, okay\n  start_ms: 849980\n  end_ms: 851500\n- text: All the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\n  start_ms: 851500\n  end_ms: 855350\n- text: My Asian bitch got a fat waist\n  start_ms: 855350\n  end_ms: 857850\n- text: All you pussy niggas are in last place\n  start_ms: 857850\n  end_ms: 860550\n- text: All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  start_ms: 860550\n  end_ms: 865350\n- text: All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  start_ms: 865350\n  end_ms: 867680\n- text: Shoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n  start_ms: 867680\n  end_ms: 875420\n- text: (So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\n  start_ms: 875420\n  end_ms: 878620\n- text: Listen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n  start_ms: 878620\n  end_ms: 881630\n- text: (At a reasonable miles per hour)\n  start_ms: 881630\n  end_ms: 884180\n- text: Alright?\n  start_ms: 884180\n  end_ms: 886730\n- text: I just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\n  start_ms: 886730\n  end_ms: 889600\n- text: Whip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\n  start_ms: 889600\n  end_ms: 892820\n- text: I just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\n  start_ms: 892820\n  end_ms: 895330\n- text: You just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\n  start_ms: 895330\n  end_ms: 898880\n- text: I took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\n  start_ms: 898880\n  end_ms: 901570\n- text: My dollars blue\n  start_ms: 901570\n  end_ms: 902450\n- text: Niggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\n  start_ms: 902450\n  end_ms: 905290\n- text: Hollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\n  start_ms: 905290\n  end_ms: 908530\n- text: Where that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\n  start_ms: 908530\n  end_ms: 910870\n- text: Nowhere, nowhere to be found\n  start_ms: 910870\n  end_ms: 913460\n- text: See you pound on your head\n  start_ms: 913460\n  end_ms: 914950\n- text: He has to be around, right?\n  start_ms: 914950\n  end_ms: 916730\n- text: Sound bites, as in wave eats\n  start_ms: 916730\n  end_ms: 918850\n- text: He don't save fleets\n  start_ms: 918850\n  end_ms: 919840\n- text: Say please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\n  start_ms: 919840\n  end_ms: 922800\n- text: Let's go make a movie should be way clean\n  start_ms: 922800\n  end_ms: 925160\n- text: Lights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\n  start_ms: 925160\n  end_ms: 928070\n- text: Spray cream (Haha)\n  start_ms: 928070\n  end_ms: 933510\n- text: Oh, man, I'm so gay\n  start_ms: 933510\n  end_ms: 935080\n- text: Meth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\n  start_ms: 935080\n  end_ms: 938250\n- text: I love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\n  start_ms: 938250\n  end_ms: 941010\n- text: Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\n  start_ms: 941010\n  end_ms: 944430\n- text: I'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\n  start_ms: 944430\n  end_ms: 947110\n- text: Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\n  start_ms: 947110\n  end_ms: 950170\n- text: Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\n  start_ms: 950170\n  end_ms: 953190\n- text: Would these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\n  start_ms: 953190\n  end_ms: 956190\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 956190\n  end_ms: 959190\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 959190\n  end_ms: 965220\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 965220\n  end_ms: 971230\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 971230\n  end_ms: 974280\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  start_ms: 974280\n  end_ms: 977250\n- text: I can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\n  start_ms: 977250\n  end_ms: 980240\n- text: Dirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\n  start_ms: 980240\n  end_ms: 983300\n- text: I can see you, I spy with my little eye\n  start_ms: 983300\n  end_ms: 986390\n- text: A little man, small fry on his inner thigh\n  start_ms: 986390\n  end_ms: 989520\n- text: Hop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\n  start_ms: 989520\n  end_ms: 992080\n- text: I feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\n  start_ms: 992080\n  end_ms: 997350\n- text: Now I know what you're thinking\n  start_ms: 997350\n  end_ms: 1000020\n- text: This song is getting kinda near the end, true\n  start_ms: 1000020\n  end_ms: 1004110\n- text: That means some cool shit is about to happen\n  start_ms: 1004110\n  end_ms: 1006920\n- text: Ayy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\n  start_ms: 1006920\n  end_ms: 1010690\n- text: Haha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\n  start_ms: 1010690\n  end_ms: 1017610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 1017610\n  end_ms: 1020370\n- text: Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  start_ms: 1020370\n  end_ms: 1024150\n- text: Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\n  start_ms: 1024150\n  end_ms: 1026340\n- text: Bitch, you hella pussy\n  start_ms: 1026340\n  end_ms: 1027520\n- text: Many kitties flockin' round\n  start_ms: 1027520\n  end_ms: 1029350\n- text: In yo city, talking loud\n  start_ms: 1029350\n  end_ms: 1031100\n- text: I can see you walking out\n  start_ms: 1031100\n  end_ms: 1033280\n- text: While I'm rapping\n  start_ms: 1033280\n  end_ms: 1034060\n- text: I'm a dog owner\n  start_ms: 1034060\n  end_ms: 1035390\n- text: I yell at the cat then\n  start_ms: 1035390\n  end_ms: 1036550\n- text: Kick his backend (Uh)\n  start_ms: 1036550\n  end_ms: 1037980\n- text: I know why these niggas yapping\n  start_ms: 1037980\n  end_ms: 1040020\n- text: '''Cause they mad that I''m attacking'\n  start_ms: 1040020\n  end_ms: 1041860\n- text: Everything they holding dear\n  start_ms: 1041860\n  end_ms: 1043560\n- text: Being racist, live in fear\n  start_ms: 1043560\n  end_ms: 1045110\n- text: Being hateful, killing queers\n  start_ms: 1045110\n  end_ms: 1047050\n- text: Let a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\n  start_ms: 1047050\n  end_ms: 1050360\n- text: Bitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\n  start_ms: 1050360\n  end_ms: 1053840\n- text: You can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\n  start_ms: 1053840\n  end_ms: 1057580\n- text: Suicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\n  start_ms: 1057580\n  end_ms: 1061040\n- text: Sad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\n  start_ms: 1061040\n  end_ms: 1065390\n- text: What the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\n  start_ms: 1065390\n  end_ms: 1069330\n- text: Run that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\n  start_ms: 1069330\n  end_ms: 1072740\n- text: In the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\n  start_ms: 1072740\n  end_ms: 1076080\n- text: Straight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\n  start_ms: 1076080\n  end_ms: 1081560\n- text: My boys on my back\n  start_ms: 1081560\n  end_ms: 1082730\n- text: 12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\n  start_ms: 1082730\n  end_ms: 1084630\n- text: Slide to the crib in the back\n  start_ms: 1084630\n  end_ms: 1085980\n- text: Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\n  start_ms: 1085980\n  end_ms: 1088150\n- text: Sky with the brake dust\n  start_ms: 1088150\n  end_ms: 1089360\n- text: And under it gun they make bust\n  start_ms: 1089360\n  end_ms: 1091070\n- text: And under it LA break trust\n  start_ms: 1091070\n  end_ms: 1092720\n- text: And under it all they fake us like\n  start_ms: 1092720\n  end_ms: 1094620\n- text: Mannequins up in the pike\n  start_ms: 1094620\n  end_ms: 1095710\n- text: These Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\n  start_ms: 1095710\n  end_ms: 1097940\n- text: I'm biking bitch go take hike\n  start_ms: 1097940\n  end_ms: 1099370\n- text: I ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\n  start_ms: 1099370\n  end_ms: 1101520\n- text: Light fire to grass get water or rock on it\n  start_ms: 1101520\n  end_ms: 1103120\n- text: Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it\n  start_ms: 1103120\n  end_ms: 1104930\n- text: Round sound, no squares in my circle\n  start_ms: 1104930\n  end_ms: 1106410\n- text: One loud round when we passing the purple\n  start_ms: 1106410\n  end_ms: 1108270\n- text: No bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\n  start_ms: 1108270\n  end_ms: 1110520\n- text: He leave you red like a robin\n  start_ms: 1110520\n  end_ms: 1111730\n- text: Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\n  start_ms: 1111730\n  end_ms: 1113630\n- text: On his chest, already mobbin'\n  start_ms: 1113630\n  end_ms: 1115080\n- text: Pull up and you stutter\n  start_ms: 1115080\n  end_ms: 1115860\n- text: My face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\n  start_ms: 1115860\n  end_ms: 1118590\n- text: Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\n  start_ms: 1118590\n  end_ms: 1120540\n- text: Little boy, what you be on? What's happening?\n  start_ms: 1120540\n  end_ms: 1122090\n- text: Faking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\n  start_ms: 1122090\n  end_ms: 1124170\n- text: They never said they protectors (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 1124170\n  end_ms: 1126280\n- text: Protect us I bet, then wet us\n  start_ms: 1126280\n  end_ms: 1127580\n- text: Let us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 1127580\n  end_ms: 1128810\n- text: Get us\n  start_ms: 1128810\n  end_ms: 1129640\n- text: They judge us ain't even met us\n  start_ms: 1129640\n  end_ms: 1131080\n- text: I gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\n  start_ms: 1131080\n  end_ms: 1132760\n- text: Swimming the current, they trying to net us\n  start_ms: 1132760\n  end_ms: 1134460\n- text: Curran put bruv on the shit right quick\n  start_ms: 1134460\n  end_ms: 1135910\n- text: '''Til Spider Gang get up'\n  start_ms: 1135910\n  end_ms: 1140040\n- text: That's the whole song\n  start_ms: 1140040\n  end_ms: 1142820\n- text: It's done right now\n  start_ms: 1142820\n  end_ms: 1146450\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 1146450\nplain: |-\n  Twenty minute song\n  It's not actually twenty minutes\n  Duey! Put on something creative\n  Duey, you're so fucking dirty (Hehe)\n  Oh boy\n  Is there any way that I can put a melody over this?\n  No\n  Yeah! I am the melody\n  Yuh\n\n  Hate me, nigga, hate me\n  You a dummy, funny lady\n  I'll name you Katie\n  Talking shit, you like a baby\n  I cannot understand\n  I keep that commie Tommy gun under my pants\n  In my hands\n  Make you dance\n  Fuck a no melody\n  I am the melody\n  Kill the beat Marric and I catching felonies\n  I am not listening to what you're telling me\n  I am not buying the shit that you're selling me\n  I'm in the cut with Sir Duey, he dirty\n  I'm making this art 'til I'm well over thirty\n  Or forty, you buying that clout, get aborted\n  You niggas unworthy of being awarded\n  For anything other than being recorded\n  As some of the worst niggas labeled important\n  Go put some more in\n  You like a moron, I ain't talking foreign\n  But, nigga, I'm touring\n  Keep up the pouring\n  That poison yo organs\n  I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead\n  Popping them pills\n  'Til these artists, there's more dead\n  Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads (Yay)\n\n  Wendigo x Dillinger\n  Real trap shit\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  You faking statistics\n  These niggas be leaving they lipstick on top of my dick tip\n  Pussy, I whiff it from miles away (Okay)\n  I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay (Yuh)\n  Ain't nothing new nigga (Yuh)\n  Ain't shit to do withcha (Yuh)\n  I'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye\n  In the van, go from LA to The Bay and then back\n  'Cause I'm very much missing my bae (My bae)\n  Hair on my dick and my face and I shave it with mace and erase it\n  Flow into the drain\n  Ain't came here to play\n  What you wan' say?\n  One of these days I'ma blow up like Hiroshima\n  No, sir, I don't buy no plays\n  I don't even care if you listen\n  You shitting or pissing\n  You ain't missing nothing important\n  Bitch, it's a blessing that through all the stressing\n  I get to take what I imagine and form it\n  You an informant\n  As in you know about me\n  You informing the people\n  You scorn it\n  Aren't you bored yet?\n  To get that clout, all these fakers will forge it\n  I am so pure and so gorgeous\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you whores\n  Pimples in all of your pores\n  Walk on all fours, can't open doors\n  Where are my thumbs? I am too dumb\n  I'm sick of you niggas, I'm sick of you bitches\n  Go say what you want about me and my riches\n  I'm swimming in ditches, I'm dipping through gullies\n  I keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully\n  I'm bitchin', I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin'\n  I'ma grip a stick and I'ma stir slowly\n  Niggas be wishing the worst for me\n  I'ma do me, I'm my own homie\n  Don't owe you nothing, you don't know me\n  Ain't wrote for me\n  I grip a stick, I wrote a poem not a rap\n  I'll be slapping when the money's bottle caps\n  Fall out\n  With niggas that care about all clout\n  I'm hanging with Wendigo\n  We in New York and we sticker the city\n  I'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty\n  I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty\n  Fast, I get an O for like fiddy\n  Gas, no, I don't smoke with no biddy\n  Pass, Spider Gang titty committee\n  Ass\n\n  Shoutout that cute ass nigga Chris, mwah nigga\n  Helter skelter\n  Kill all the beatnicks\n  Kill all the faggots\n  And anyone who seek dicks\n  Face tats and fake plays, uh\n  Waste cash and make no moves\n  I got bass cracking my plays, uh\n  Raise dragon live channel number 2\n  My mama told me sideways\n  I would have to get outside, find my place, uh\n  My mama shares my migraines\n  Look too hard at me, might get eye pains, uh\n  Lipstick on my limp dick\n  Mommy, I want a skateboard\n  Mommy, I want to rape whores\n  Mommy, where's daddy?\n  Mommy, what that man came for? (Oh)\n  I don't like you\n  I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me\n  Up in a tree, I am so free, caw\n  Who want to breed with me? (Ah)\n  Make more of me, make more of me\n  You are my spawn, look up and feed\n  I'm in a tree like we KND\n  Dirty apollo kaka and mazi\n  Solsa down under he sipping his pee\n  Hanging a wallaby up in a tree (Haha)\n  I'm gonna rap like Eminem this time\n  Spam\n  A tin can of some ham, lamb, and damn man\n  Having a grand slam, jabbing it\n  Mad stamina, damnit\n  Can famine and cramming an animal\n  Into a pan, damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands\n  Bird berry, walk in my Burberrys, I herd Mary\n  Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow\n  My turd scary, smelling like burnt Mary\n  A word fairy\n  How did he learn? Where'd he intern?\n  Fern carrying\n  With a stern stare, he'll burn holes in your mental\n  Fennel seed scent\n  With a rental key to event\n  I got lots of tea if you spending\n  Ain't meant to be in your business\n  I gotta go pay the rent\n  I'm giving up tree for Lent\n  I'm beating it 'til it bent\n  No, no, no, no, no\n  Stop it\n\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, Luis, Luis\n  Great, great, great\n  A couple people in my face, face, face\n  No other nigga's songs dropping like the bass, bass, bass do\n  Thunder blunt, keep it a hunnid, some it laced, laced, K-2\n  At the summit, ho, you want it take it\n  Ayy, ayy, ayy, fool\n  Why you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up\n  Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup\n  If you step up, better have some shit to say, say, say, to me\n  Don't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  Bitches with hair, uh, hmm\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  I like hairy bitches, uh\n  Bitches with hair, uh\n  I'ma do this shit eleven hours in advance\n  Hey, Luis, do yo dance\n  Give 8XNE8 back his bands, scammer\n  If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh\n  If you hear this nigga, I know that you can't handle\n  I don't gotta cook a story gripping on a panhandle, ugh\n  What you talking 'bout? (Uh)\n  Nigga who is that?\n  Fuck a fake friend, all you pussy bitches stupid cap\n  Got it out my system like my fecal with the sewer rats\n  Shaka laka zulu, huh\n  New year, thirty new yous\n  What we should do is move the fuck on\n  Walk through the valley, yes, I walk through the rain\n  And the puddles, nigga, do not get it muddled\n  All these humans are insane, huh\n  Half Metal Kaiba with a blade runner\n  Moving like a wave in a cave\n  Hunter aiming at yo brain\n  Brain, brain, brain liquid\n  I feel like Eddy, grip machete\n  I'm addicted\n  But not by definition 'cause I kicked it\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Men have become truly weak (Wow)\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  Why are they abusing me? (Wow)\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep\n  Fl.vco needs his beauty sleep (Wow)\n  Men have become truly weak\n  Why are they abusing me?\n  When I've become truly weak (Wow)\n\n  Shoutout Cadaver (Yuh, haha)\n  And for the record, screaming \"Yuh\" behind your own vocals is overplayed\n  Fuck adlibs\n  (I will make your corpse dance) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  Look both ways before you cross the street\n  Jumping niggas, frogger, a logger, I'm smoking down a tree\n  Rotating blades bring him to his feet (Vroom, vroom)\n  Staring at you, sipping my lager, I'm standing down the street\n  Care about my kin, I'm a father, but do not bow to me\n  Bow to god, bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat\n  Why you never holler unless you got something else you need?\n  Bitch, I ain't the caller, there's many niggas who be like me\n  Feel like me, feel not free (Huh)\n  \"Sand nigger, dune coon\" I heard it all before\n  Up in the schoolyard (Ooh)\n  Bitch that hurt my feelings, I will put you in the fucking floor\n  Yo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene\n  My soda yellow, hydrochloride what a ho mean\n  Talking promethazine, I will fuck you and your homies\n  I'm a whore nigga, got some balls? Then show me\n  Go pee, on my face, I got no teeth\n  Water tap on bloody bony finger, Tony\n  In New York I sock your cronies if they phony\n  I'm lonely, my only friends are toy ponies\n  I'm lonely\n\n  Ayy, shoutout that nigga Thraxx, man\n  Haha, shoutout that nigga Thraxx (Haha, yuh)\n  (Thraxx)\n  Fendi, Prada, Gucci on my waist (Huh)\n  Then your daughter coochie at my place (Huh)\n  Then I slaughter booty like a race (Huh)\n  When she gotta poopy, do me face\n  Yes, that way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot\n  Shove it up ya ass and then drag it\n  I'm a hot bitch if I drag it\n  Bag him and tag it, uh\n  Don't get mad at me, I'm a faggot\n  Walking down Sunset Boulevard, I've had it\n  Bruhmane asking what I'm mad at\n  All of that fag scat\n  Pussy chatter like he Claptrap\n  Nap sack full of marijuana and some rap cap\n  Hate on me all you want, you leave comments on my shit\n  Companies are scared to post me, prolly ran by half a bitch\n  You keep race a thing we tripping on, but I don't give a damn, uh\n  Color myself in with sharpie just because I can\n  Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n  Yo choppa kill niggas, buss until they dead\n  My choppa heal niggas, bussin' at they heads\n  Yo choppa feel bigger, fill it with some lead\n  My choppa real hitter, I hide it from the Feds\n\n  Niggas really need to stop, fucksin' with us, man\n  (Niggas need to cease fucksin')\n  Spider Gang shit\n  I'm off a quaalude right now\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Lil tranny goin' thirty, I see jay in her lips\n  Is it gay? Give a shit\n  Lay you out like my fit\n  Like a piggy in Hawaii, getting hot up in the pit\n  Lit a ciggy at the light and then pass it like a spliff\n  I'm dirty ass nigga, grip her hips at the party\n  Go stupid, go retarded, make a scene if you get carded\n  I'm an artist, possibly the hardest ever hit a beat\n  Sorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet\n  Nigga, how you been this week?\n  Tell me while she finish me\n  I am never industry\n  Semen like I'm in this meat\n  Streaming down yo sister cheek\n  Yo plug got a fist of weed\n  Bitch, go use some Listerine\n  Or maybe some Mr. Clean\n  'Til yo mouth is blistering\n  Headlights bright, hemp wick on my light\n  In-N-Out Tray Cluch, Crmsyn rolling outta sight\n  Pack the cookies down tight, then we stop for a bite\n  Got the fries on my left, lemonade on my right (Outta sight)\n  Rolling so the pine tree bounce around\n  Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around\n  RAW paper packet, got the tucks and I attack it\n  Smoking bleached shit, you ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it\n  Put it bluntly, can't receive a dime and try to front me\n  Then you shouldn't tell me that you want weed\n  Tell that fucking cunt leave\n  Riding too high to keep a downer round\n  Turning up a pounding sound\n  Roll and pass around a pound\n  Stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n  Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick\n\n  I produced this song\n  I made this beat\n  I'm so proud of myself\n  Shoutout Johnnascus\n  Johnny boy, Johnny boy\n  Playing with his army toys\n  Johnny tell his mother\n  Let him hang out with the brawny boys\n  Scrawny as he is\n  He hold his own against the bully\n  He pull out his hair and yell at them\n  They aren't fully people\n  Then they beat the fuck out the kid 'cause they want to\n  Piss on his chucks if he think he know Kung Fu\n  Bear that he hug tight, take it, now it's gone too\n  Off his head with the bite of his front tooth\n  Bitch what you gon' do?\n  Outta sight, boutta fight, but he hesitate\n  Tongue he bite 'til he tell the bigger fella\n  \"Wait it isn't right\"\n  Pulled out his cabella knife and gut the motherfucker\n  Ayy, you sucker, tell the others\n  If they come around this way you getting stuck up\n  Did I stutter?\n  Run from Johnny, he's crazy\n  Mommy, I think Johnny has rabies\n  Save me, that little boy is shady\n\n  Sonnatic, wake the fuck up\n  Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic\n  Rickety stick hit Cedric Diggory\n  Wicker man lit, you sick of me, picket me\n  Know I been tied up\n  Finger bobby pin he prick\n  Backwood lobby, suck my dick\n  Burn down the hotel like a wick\n  Wick, wick, flick Bic\n  Like I said one million times\n  I feel lightning fill my spine\n  Sucking, biting when they rhyme\n  Pissy face, I lick a lime\n  Kiss my dick tip, you a dime\n  Keep a quarter in my mind\n  All times\n  I don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga\n  These little ass kids on IG with they pictures\n  I went to school and I read all my scriptures\n  Maybe then God will let me into heaven\n  And I can look down at the pedophile reverends\n  That burning in hell for not learning they lessons\n  Steady molesting, no biblical sessions\n  Ayy, that's the nigga that gave me depression\n  What's up?\n  Oh hey, just burning eternally\n  Oh, cool\n  Wish it was that simple\n  How to pop a pimple\n  Squeeze until you bleed\n  I got momma dimples right up on my cheeks\n  I am up in the dead of night (Hmm)\n  Fall in love if you fed him right (Yuh)\n  Bitch, I'm up in the dead of night (Hmm, hmm)\n  Rat race, okay\n  Move your feet if you wit' it\n  Searching backpage, okay\n  All the cool shit got deleted, got a flat face\n  My Asian bitch got a fat waist\n  All you pussy niggas are in last place\n  All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  All these pussy niggas, know you're shit\n  Shoutout Killtak (That's my nigga)\n\n  (So, I just really want this one to sound like a steaming pile of shit)\n  Listen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage, mate\n  (At a reasonable miles per hour)\n  Alright?\n  I just took a whippet in the back of my friend's whip (Okay)\n  Whip it if the cops wanna start shit, we end it (Yuh)\n  I just popped a lemon quaalude, I was lended\n  You just on the xannies, perc 30, you pretending\n  I took off her panties, work dirty like my collar blue\n  My dollars blue\n  Niggas paying Darkie for a comment and a follow too\n  Hollow fool, industry will swallow you, all of you\n  Where that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too?\n  Nowhere, nowhere to be found\n  See you pound on your head\n  He has to be around, right?\n  Sound bites, as in wave eats\n  He don't save fleets\n  Say please, bitch, you will obey me, nigga hey team\n  Let's go make a movie should be way clean\n  Lights, camera, dick under my uzi with a gay beam\n  Spray cream (Haha)\n  Oh, man, I'm so gay\n  Meth head, lay down on my death bed (Oh yeah)\n  I love the way it hold me so bad (Oh man)\n  Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location\n  I'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience\n  Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely\n  Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely\n  Would these niggas get on they feet? Advise me\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, no Visene\n  I can see you clear off this weed, and I'm high, G\n  Dirty nigga, take care of your personal hygiene\n  I can see you, I spy with my little eye\n  A little man, small fry on his inner thigh\n  Hop a fence, leave yo grandma behind\n  I feel something tense, wrap around and it bind, yuh\n  Now I know what you're thinking\n  This song is getting kinda near the end, true\n  That means some cool shit is about to happen\n\n  Ayy, CUBENSIS, play the beat\n  Haha, this nigga sound hairy (Haha)\n  Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh\n  Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout?\n  Bitch, you hella pussy\n  Many kitties flockin' round\n  In yo city, talking loud\n  I can see you walking out\n  While I'm rapping\n  I'm a dog owner\n  I yell at the cat then\n  Kick his backend (Uh)\n  I know why these niggas yapping\n  'Cause they mad that I'm attacking\n  Everything they holding dear\n  Being racist, live in fear\n  Being hateful, killing queers\n  Let a Darkie smoke marijuana while walking trail of tears\n  Bitch, I rip out my hair, I wanna put niggas on they rears\n  You can say what you ponder, we kinda don't even need you here\n  Suicide, commit suicide, yeah, I tried to\n  Sad, turned mad when I figured I was lied to (Huh)\n  What the fuck you offer to a nigga like me?\n  Run that shit back to the curb, off a nigga, we'll see\n  In the cut, sew it up, dealing stitches, no fee\n  Straight mixing up this shit, bathwater, cup of tea (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)\n  My boys on my back\n  12 pull up when we shooting for a track (Wack)\n  Slide to the crib in the back\n  Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak (Black)\n  Sky with the brake dust\n  And under it gun they make bust\n  And under it LA break trust\n  And under it all they fake us like\n  Mannequins up in the pike\n  These Anakin bitches is killing the light (Psych)\n  I'm biking bitch go take hike\n  I ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type\n  Light fire to grass get water or rock on it\n  Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it\n  Round sound, no squares in my circle\n  One loud round when we passing the purple\n  No bumming, no hits off of Brahman, I call that shit robbin'\n  He leave you red like a robin\n  Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest\n  On his chest, already mobbin'\n  Pull up and you stutter\n  My face in the neon, it making you panic (Panic, huh)\n  Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face\n  Little boy, what you be on? What's happening?\n  Faking, illusions and smoke on reflectors\n  They never said they protectors (Ugh)\n  Protect us I bet, then wet us\n  Let us be sheep for the lettuce (Ugh)\n  Get us\n  They judge us ain't even met us\n  I gotta hop on my shit right quick (Ugh)\n  Swimming the current, they trying to net us\n  Curran put bruv on the shit right quick\n  'Til Spider Gang get up\n\n  That's the whole song\n  It's done right now\n"}]