[{"id":22473889,"name":"Loki’s Theme","trackName":"Loki’s Theme","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter VI (Bonus)","duration":250.540408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\nI don't know what the fuck he thought\nI put on in his head like a deep\nWhat up, though, it's Tunechi\nNew Orleans nigga, turn gumbo to sushi\nMoney real tall like Mutombo, you puny\nYou already know I'm a big dawg, you Snoopy\nSoldiers salute me, codeine pollute me, I'm droopy\nSmoke it, then bomb like you nuke me, it's spooky\nY'all niggas fluky, y'all niggas always broke like a hoopty\nHol' up, sound off, one, two\nSnatch the crown off of you\nI make house calls, I'ma come through\nAnd kick the door down like kung fu\nHol' up, pop a bottle, Don Perry\nLike Colorado, I'm Primary\nDon't talk that shit, no commentary\nJust shake that, shh, like a library\nFlow so clean, got me tip-toein'\nDick so big, almost tripped over it\nI came on her belly, that's star jelly\nBitch, bitch, give me brain like a smart aleck\nHol' up, right, left, right, left, you're toothless\nBreak his nose, right-hand full of mucus\nPussy nigga, stop playin', start douchin'\nBlood chillin' in the cut, no sutures\nUh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk\nShe up and down on this dick like a see-saw\nI'm steppin' 'round this bitch like the green Hulk, hol' up\nRrr, watch your remarks, you know I check a nigga like results\nYour bitch tryna beat my meat, that's that meat assault\nYou know Blood gang so gang, they think we a cult, on Blood\nOn Blood (on Blood), I said on Blood (on Blood)\nNigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\nI pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\nNo pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\nThat's on Blood (on Blood)\nBlood bath, you can get your own tub (suwoo)\nI'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (suwoo)\nBig B's and I got my own buzz\nThat's on blood, that's on blood (on Blood)\nThis nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\nI pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\nNo pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\nThat's on Blood (on Blood)\nBloodbath, you can get your own tub (own tub)\nI'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (own cubs)\nBig B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the mud (got it out the)\nB-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\nI don't know what the fuck he thought\nI put one in his head like a deep thought\nAnd if he walk, that's cheap talk\nBreakin' back, boolin', that's how we talk\nAnd the streets talk, gotta speak soft\nYou know niggas get killed by default\nTune act a donkey like hee-haw\nHim a lay a nigga down like pink salt\nSmokin' that tree 'til the tree fall\nAnd I stay armed like sleeves off\nRed, red like spaghetti and meatballs\nCold, cold-blooded, I got the deep frost\nHop, hop on the D and she rejoice\nI'm a Blood, little bitch, I'm a B-boy\nNo Diddy, on Blood, Tunechi\n\nPistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood\nNo pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood\nBig B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the\nGot it out the mud, mud\nMotherfucker, got it out the mud\nMotherfucker, got it out the mud (on Blood)\nMotherfucker, got it out the mud\nBlood and I got it out the, I got it out the mud\nMud, motherfucker, got it out the mud\nMotherfucker, got it out the mud\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.33] B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n[00:04.26] I don't know what the fuck he thought\n[00:06.44] I put on in his head like a deep\n[00:09.70] What up, though, it's Tunechi\n[00:11.17] New Orleans nigga, turn gumbo to sushi\n[00:13.38] Money real tall like Mutombo, you puny\n[00:15.62] You already know I'm a big dawg, you Snoopy\n[00:17.79] Soldiers salute me, codeine pollute me, I'm droopy\n[00:20.85] Smoke it, then bomb like you nuke me, it's spooky\n[00:23.11] Y'all niggas fluky, y'all niggas always broke like a hoopty\n[00:26.54] Hol' up, sound off, one, two\n[00:29.02] Snatch the crown off of you\n[00:31.28] I make house calls, I'ma come through\n[00:33.50] And kick the door down like kung fu\n[00:35.70] Hol' up, pop a bottle, Don Perry\n[00:38.19] Like Colorado, I'm Primary\n[00:40.33] Don't talk that shit, no commentary\n[00:42.54] Just shake that, shh, like a library\n[00:44.89] Flow so clean, got me tip-toein'\n[00:47.15] Dick so big, almost tripped over it\n[00:49.25] I came on her belly, that's star jelly\n[00:51.50] Bitch, bitch, give me brain like a smart aleck\n[00:53.70] Hol' up, right, left, right, left, you're toothless\n[00:56.13] Break his nose, right-hand full of mucus\n[00:58.48] Pussy nigga, stop playin', start douchin'\n[01:00.75] Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures\n[01:03.23] Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk\n[01:07.41] She up and down on this dick like a see-saw\n[01:09.63] I'm steppin' 'round this bitch like the green Hulk, hol' up\n[01:12.59] Rrr, watch your remarks, you know I check a nigga like results\n[01:16.57] Your bitch tryna beat my meat, that's that meat assault\n[01:18.75] You know Blood gang so gang, they think we a cult, on Blood\n[01:21.44] On Blood (on Blood), I said on Blood (on Blood)\n[01:23.71] Nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n[01:25.75] I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n[01:27.90] No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n[01:30.19] That's on Blood (on Blood)\n[01:31.66] Blood bath, you can get your own tub (suwoo)\n[01:33.69] I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (suwoo)\n[01:35.85] Big B's and I got my own buzz\n[01:38.38] That's on blood, that's on blood (on Blood)\n[01:41.22] This nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n[01:43.45] I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n[01:45.56] No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n[01:47.92] That's on Blood (on Blood)\n[01:49.36] Bloodbath, you can get your own tub (own tub)\n[01:51.46] I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (own cubs)\n[01:53.33] Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the mud (got it out the)\n[01:57.08] B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n[02:01.85] I don't know what the fuck he thought\n[02:04.10] I put one in his head like a deep thought\n[02:06.23] And if he walk, that's cheap talk\n[02:08.55] Breakin' back, boolin', that's how we talk\n[02:10.68] And the streets talk, gotta speak soft\n[02:12.85] You know niggas get killed by default\n[02:15.34] Tune act a donkey like hee-haw\n[02:17.63] Him a lay a nigga down like pink salt\n[02:19.89] Smokin' that tree 'til the tree fall\n[02:22.05] And I stay armed like sleeves off\n[02:24.35] Red, red like spaghetti and meatballs\n[02:26.67] Cold, cold-blooded, I got the deep frost\n[02:29.03] Hop, hop on the D and she rejoice\n[02:31.01] I'm a Blood, little bitch, I'm a B-boy\n[02:33.22] No Diddy, on Blood, Tunechi\n[02:35.68] \n[02:49.64] Pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood\n[02:54.36] No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood\n[02:57.82] Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the\n[03:00.43] Got it out the mud, mud\n[03:06.94] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:08.82] Motherfucker, got it out the mud (on Blood)\n[03:23.97] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:25.83] Blood and I got it out the, I got it out the mud\n[03:33.04] Mud, motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:36.13] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:37.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Loki’s Theme\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Tha Carter VI (Bonus)\n duration_ms: 250540\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n start_ms: 330\n end_ms: 4260\n- text: I don't know what the fuck he thought\n start_ms: 4260\n end_ms: 6440\n- text: I put on in his head like a deep\n start_ms: 6440\n end_ms: 9700\n- text: What up, though, it's Tunechi\n start_ms: 9700\n end_ms: 11170\n- text: New Orleans nigga, turn gumbo to sushi\n start_ms: 11170\n end_ms: 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toothless\n Break his nose, right-hand full of mucus\n Pussy nigga, stop playin', start douchin'\n Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures\n Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk\n She up and down on this dick like a see-saw\n I'm steppin' 'round this bitch like the green Hulk, hol' up\n Rrr, watch your remarks, you know I check a nigga like results\n Your bitch tryna beat my meat, that's that meat assault\n You know Blood gang so gang, they think we a cult, on Blood\n On Blood (on Blood), I said on Blood (on Blood)\n Nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n That's on Blood (on Blood)\n Blood bath, you can get your own tub (suwoo)\n I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (suwoo)\n Big B's and I got my own buzz\n That's on blood, that's on blood (on Blood)\n This nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n That's on Blood (on Blood)\n Bloodbath, you can get your own tub (own tub)\n I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (own cubs)\n Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the mud (got it out the)\n B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n I don't know what the fuck he thought\n I put one in his head like a deep thought\n And if he walk, that's cheap talk\n Breakin' back, boolin', that's how we talk\n And the streets talk, gotta speak soft\n You know niggas get killed by default\n Tune act a donkey like hee-haw\n Him a lay a nigga down like pink salt\n Smokin' that tree 'til the tree fall\n And I stay armed like sleeves off\n Red, red like spaghetti and meatballs\n Cold, cold-blooded, I got the deep frost\n Hop, hop on the D and she rejoice\n I'm a Blood, little bitch, I'm a B-boy\n No Diddy, on Blood, Tunechi\n\n Pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood\n No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood\n Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the\n Got it out the mud, mud\n Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n Motherfucker, got it out the mud (on Blood)\n Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n Blood and I got it out the, I got it out the mud\n Mud, motherfucker, got it out the mud\n Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n"},{"id":22476692,"name":"Loki’s Theme","trackName":"Loki’s Theme","artistName":"Lil Wayne","albumName":"Tha Carter VI (Bonus)","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\nI don't know what the fuck he thought\nI put on in his head like a deep\nWhat up, though, it's Tunechi\nNew Orleans nigga, turn gumbo to sushi\nMoney real tall like Mutombo, you puny\nYou already know I'm a big dawg, you Snoopy\nSoldiers salute me, codeine pollute me, I'm droopy\nSmoke it, then bomb like you nuke me, it's spooky\nY'all niggas fluky, y'all niggas always broke like a hoopty\nHol' up, sound off, one, two\nSnatch the crown off of you\nI make house calls, I'ma come through\nAnd kick the door down like kung fu\nHol' up, pop a bottle, Don Perry\nLike Colorado, I'm Primary\nDon't talk that shit, no commentary\nJust shake that, shh, like a library\nFlow so clean, got me tip-toein'\nDick so big, almost tripped over it\nI came on her belly, that's star jelly\nBitch, bitch, give me brain like a smart aleck\nHol' up, right, left, right, left, you're toothless\nBreak his nose, right-hand full of mucus\nPussy nigga, stop playin', start douchin'\nBlood chillin' in the cut, no sutures\nUh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk\nShe up and down on this dick like a see-saw\nI'm steppin' 'round this bitch like the green Hulk, hol' up\nRrr, watch your remarks, you know I check a nigga like results\nYour bitch tryna beat my meat, that's that meat assault\nYou know Blood gang so gang, they think we a cult, on Blood\nOn Blood (on Blood), I said on Blood (on Blood)\nNigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\nI pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\nNo pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\nThat's on Blood (on Blood)\nBlood bath, you can get your own tub (suwoo)\nI'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (suwoo)\nBig B's and I got my own buzz\nThat's on blood, that's on blood (on Blood)\nThis nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\nI pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\nNo pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\nThat's on Blood (on Blood)\nBloodbath, you can get your own tub (own tub)\nI'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (own cubs)\nBig B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the mud (got it out the)\nB-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\nI don't know what the fuck he thought\nI put one in his head like a deep thought\nAnd if he walk, that's cheap talk\nBreakin' back, boolin', that's how we talk\nAnd the streets talk, gotta speak soft\nYou know niggas get killed by default\nTune act a donkey like hee-haw\nHim a lay a nigga down like pink salt\nSmokin' that tree 'til the tree fall\nAnd I stay armed like sleeves off\nRed, red like spaghetti and meatballs\nCold, cold-blooded, I got the deep frost\nHop, hop on the D and she rejoice\nI'm a Blood, little bitch, I'm a B-boy\nNo Diddy, on Blood, Tunechi\n\nPistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood\nNo pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood\nBig B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the\nGot it out the mud, mud\nMotherfucker, got it out the mud\nMotherfucker, got it out the mud (on Blood)\nMotherfucker, got it out the mud\nBlood and I got it out the, I got it out the mud\nMud, motherfucker, got it out the mud\nMotherfucker, got it out the mud\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.33] B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n[00:04.26] I don't know what the fuck he thought\n[00:06.44] I put on in his head like a deep\n[00:09.70] What up, though, it's Tunechi\n[00:11.17] New Orleans nigga, turn gumbo to sushi\n[00:13.38] Money real tall like Mutombo, you puny\n[00:15.62] You already know I'm a big dawg, you Snoopy\n[00:17.79] Soldiers salute me, codeine pollute me, I'm droopy\n[00:20.85] Smoke it, then bomb like you nuke me, it's spooky\n[00:23.11] Y'all niggas fluky, y'all niggas always broke like a hoopty\n[00:26.54] Hol' up, sound off, one, two\n[00:29.02] Snatch the crown off of you\n[00:31.28] I make house calls, I'ma come through\n[00:33.50] And kick the door down like kung fu\n[00:35.70] Hol' up, pop a bottle, Don Perry\n[00:38.19] Like Colorado, I'm Primary\n[00:40.33] Don't talk that shit, no commentary\n[00:42.54] Just shake that, shh, like a library\n[00:44.89] Flow so clean, got me tip-toein'\n[00:47.15] Dick so big, almost tripped over it\n[00:49.25] I came on her belly, that's star jelly\n[00:51.50] Bitch, bitch, give me brain like a smart aleck\n[00:53.70] Hol' up, right, left, right, left, you're toothless\n[00:56.13] Break his nose, right-hand full of mucus\n[00:58.48] Pussy nigga, stop playin', start douchin'\n[01:00.75] Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures\n[01:03.23] Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk\n[01:07.41] She up and down on this dick like a see-saw\n[01:09.63] I'm steppin' 'round this bitch like the green Hulk, hol' up\n[01:12.59] Rrr, watch your remarks, you know I check a nigga like results\n[01:16.57] Your bitch tryna beat my meat, that's that meat assault\n[01:18.75] You know Blood gang so gang, they think we a cult, on Blood\n[01:21.44] On Blood (on Blood), I said on Blood (on Blood)\n[01:23.71] Nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n[01:25.75] I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n[01:27.90] No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n[01:30.19] That's on Blood (on Blood)\n[01:31.66] Blood bath, you can get your own tub (suwoo)\n[01:33.69] I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (suwoo)\n[01:35.85] Big B's and I got my own buzz\n[01:38.38] That's on blood, that's on blood (on 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off\n[02:24.35] Red, red like spaghetti and meatballs\n[02:26.67] Cold, cold-blooded, I got the deep frost\n[02:29.03] Hop, hop on the D and she rejoice\n[02:31.01] I'm a Blood, little bitch, I'm a B-boy\n[02:33.22] No Diddy, on Blood, Tunechi\n[02:35.68] \n[02:49.64] Pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood\n[02:54.36] No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood\n[02:57.82] Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the\n[03:00.43] Got it out the mud, mud\n[03:06.94] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:08.82] Motherfucker, got it out the mud (on Blood)\n[03:23.97] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:25.83] Blood and I got it out the, I got it out the mud\n[03:33.04] Mud, motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:36.13] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:37.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Loki’s Theme\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Tha Carter VI (Bonus)\n duration_ms: 251000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n 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bottle, Don Perry\n Like Colorado, I'm Primary\n Don't talk that shit, no commentary\n Just shake that, shh, like a library\n Flow so clean, got me tip-toein'\n Dick so big, almost tripped over it\n I came on her belly, that's star jelly\n Bitch, bitch, give me brain like a smart aleck\n Hol' up, right, left, right, left, you're toothless\n Break his nose, right-hand full of mucus\n Pussy nigga, stop playin', start douchin'\n Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures\n Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk\n She up and down on this dick like a see-saw\n I'm steppin' 'round this bitch like the green Hulk, hol' up\n Rrr, watch your remarks, you know I check a nigga like results\n Your bitch tryna beat my meat, that's that meat assault\n You know Blood gang so gang, they think we a cult, on Blood\n On Blood (on Blood), I said on Blood (on Blood)\n Nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n That's on Blood (on Blood)\n Blood bath, you can get your own tub (suwoo)\n I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (suwoo)\n Big B's and I got my own buzz\n That's on blood, that's on blood (on Blood)\n This nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n That's on Blood (on Blood)\n Bloodbath, you can get your own tub (own tub)\n I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (own cubs)\n Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the mud (got it out the)\n B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n I don't know what the fuck he thought\n I put one in his head like a deep thought\n And if he walk, that's cheap talk\n Breakin' back, boolin', that's how we talk\n And the streets talk, gotta speak soft\n You know niggas get killed by default\n Tune act a donkey like hee-haw\n Him a lay a nigga down like pink salt\n Smokin' that 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pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood\n[02:57.82] Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the\n[03:00.43] Got it out the mud, mud\n[03:06.94] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:08.82] Motherfucker, got it out the mud (on Blood)\n[03:23.97] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:25.83] Blood and I got it out the, I got it out the mud\n[03:33.04] Mud, motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:36.13] Motherfucker, got it out the mud\n[03:37.29] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Loki’s Theme\n artist: Lil Wayne\n album: Tha Carter VI [HD] (Flac)\n duration_ms: 250500\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n start_ms: 330\n end_ms: 4260\n- text: I don't know what the fuck he thought\n start_ms: 4260\n end_ms: 6440\n- text: I put on in his head like a deep\n start_ms: 6440\n end_ms: 9700\n- text: What up, though, it's Tunechi\n start_ms: 9700\n end_ms: 11170\n- text: New Orleans nigga, turn gumbo to sushi\n start_ms: 11170\n 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left, you're toothless\n Break his nose, right-hand full of mucus\n Pussy nigga, stop playin', start douchin'\n Blood chillin' in the cut, no sutures\n Uh, B-walk, one punch slept a nigga, made him sleepwalk\n She up and down on this dick like a see-saw\n I'm steppin' 'round this bitch like the green Hulk, hol' up\n Rrr, watch your remarks, you know I check a nigga like results\n Your bitch tryna beat my meat, that's that meat assault\n You know Blood gang so gang, they think we a cult, on Blood\n On Blood (on Blood), I said on Blood (on Blood)\n Nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n That's on Blood (on Blood)\n Blood bath, you can get your own tub (suwoo)\n I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (suwoo)\n Big B's and I got my own buzz\n That's on blood, that's on blood (on Blood)\n This nigga trippin' 'til he see his own blood (own blood)\n I pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood (on blood)\n No pen or pencil, but he finna draw blood (on blood)\n That's on Blood (on Blood)\n Bloodbath, you can get your own tub (own tub)\n I'm mama grizzly 'cause I got my own cubs (own cubs)\n Big B's and I got my own buzz and I got it out the mud (got it out the)\n B-walk, on this sidewalk, I'ma leave chalk\n I don't know what the fuck he thought\n I put one in his head like a deep thought\n And if he walk, that's cheap talk\n Breakin' back, boolin', that's how we talk\n And the streets talk, gotta speak soft\n You know niggas get killed by default\n Tune act a donkey like hee-haw\n Him a lay a nigga down like pink salt\n Smokin' that tree 'til the tree fall\n And I stay armed like sleeves off\n Red, red like spaghetti and meatballs\n Cold, cold-blooded, I got the deep frost\n Hop, hop on the D and she rejoice\n I'm a Blood, little bitch, I'm a B-boy\n No Diddy, on Blood, Tunechi\n\n Pistol whip him, now he sippin' on blood\n No pen or pencil, but 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