[{"id":2652079,"name":"Disgusting","trackName":"Disgusting","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Undeniable","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex\nBust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex\nThe life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns\nBoy, the seconds it's on – don't know where we going\nI'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn\nJust had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb\nThat last line made no sense like these rappers' careers\nBut I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year\nYeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears\nYou wanna fight me? I'll woop my own ass before you get here\nWanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?\nBitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\nYou can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\nCaressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\nIn other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\nI'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\nIt's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\nHowever on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\nMy flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\nBest protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\nFuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\nSike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\nOn another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\nSlaughter MC's then ask who's next...\nEy yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\nPriceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\nNever busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\nThen go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\nI got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\nMaking money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\nRaise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\nCatch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\nWith the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\nWith the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\nIt's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\nWe spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\nReppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\nSeduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\nSo sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\nCause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\nSpit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\nRattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\nOnly interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\nCause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\nI ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\nCause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\nI murdered my manager Chris last night\nWe exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\nI said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\nI want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\nNow can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}\nGimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\nI'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\nYeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\nWe all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\nI would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\nIt's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\nBut he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\nIt's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\nHaving his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\nRight in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\nThat's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer\nAnd yes you know they ain't none other iller\nIt's Logic.","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.33] Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex\n[00:12.74] Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex\n[00:14.64] The life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns\n[00:17.32] Boy, the seconds it's on – don't know where we going\n[00:19.36] I'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn\n[00:20.98] Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb\n[00:22.76] That last line made no sense like these rappers' careers\n[00:25.69] But I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year\n[00:28.37] Yeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears\n[00:32.26] You wanna fight me? I'll woop my own ass before you get here\n[00:35.08] Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?\n[00:37.44] Bitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\n[00:40.12] You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\n[00:42.32] Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\n[00:44.78] In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\n[00:48.07] I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\n[00:51.04] It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\n[00:52.66] However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\n[00:55.15] My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\n[00:57.74] Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\n[01:00.00] Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\n[01:03.26] Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\n[01:05.81] On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\n[01:08.47] Slaughter MC's then ask who's next...\n[01:10.63] Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\n[01:13.08] Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\n[01:15.41] Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\n[01:18.14] Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\n[01:20.42] I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\n[01:23.21] Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\n[01:25.76] Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\n[01:28.36] Catch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\n[01:30.35] With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\n[01:32.81] With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\n[01:35.47] It's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\n[01:38.02] We spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\n[01:40.89] Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\n[01:43.33] Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\n[01:45.92] So sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\n[01:48.47] Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\n[01:50.99] Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\n[01:53.50] Rattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\n[01:55.91] Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\n[01:58.32] Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\n[02:00.92] I ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\n[02:03.40] Cause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\n[02:05.79] I murdered my manager Chris last night\n[02:08.26] We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\n[02:10.96] I said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\n[02:13.54] I want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\n[02:15.51] Now can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}\n[02:17.47] Gimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\n[02:19.01] I'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\n[02:21.22] Yeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\n[02:23.94] We all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\n[02:26.34] I would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\n[02:28.81] It's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\n[02:31.25] But he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\n[02:33.88] It's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\n[02:36.53] Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\n[02:41.16] Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\n[02:44.05] That's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer\n[02:46.69] And yes you know they ain't none other iller\n[02:49.22] It's Logic.\n[02:51.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Disgusting\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Undeniable'\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex\n  start_ms: 11330\n  end_ms: 12740\n- text: Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex\n  start_ms: 12740\n  end_ms: 14640\n- text: The life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns\n  start_ms: 14640\n  end_ms: 17320\n- text: Boy, the seconds it's on – don't know where we going\n  start_ms: 17320\n  end_ms: 19360\n- text: I'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn\n  start_ms: 19360\n  end_ms: 20980\n- text: Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb\n  start_ms: 20980\n  end_ms: 22760\n- text: That last line made no sense like these rappers' careers\n  start_ms: 22760\n  end_ms: 25690\n- text: But I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year\n  start_ms: 25690\n  end_ms: 28370\n- text: Yeah; you don't like me? 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And tell me that my rhymes suck?\n  Bitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\n  You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\n  Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\n  In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\n  I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\n  It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\n  However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\n  My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\n  Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\n  Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\n  Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\n  On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\n  Slaughter MC's then ask who's next...\n  Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\n  Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\n  Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\n  Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\n  I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\n  Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\n  Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\n  Catch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\n  With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\n  With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\n  It's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\n  We spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\n  Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\n  Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\n  So sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\n  Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\n  Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\n  Rattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\n  Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\n  Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\n  I ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\n  Cause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\n  I murdered my manager Chris last night\n  We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\n  I said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\n  I want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\n  Now can you feel it? 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Castro)","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Undeniable","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex\nBust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex\nThe life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns\nBoy, the seconds it's on – don't know where we going\nI'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn\nJust had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb\nThat last line made no sense like these rappers' careers\nBut I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year\nYeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears\nYou wanna fight me? I'll woop my own ass before you get here\nWanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?\nBitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\nYou can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\nCaressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\nIn other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\nI'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\nIt's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\nHowever on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\nMy flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\nBest protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\nFuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\nSike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\nOn another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\nSlaughter MC's then ask who's next...\nEy yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\nPriceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\nNever busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\nThen go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\nI got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\nMaking money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\nRaise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\nCatch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\nWith the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\nWith the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\nIt's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\nWe spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\nReppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\nSeduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\nSo sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\nCause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\nSpit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\nRattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\nOnly interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\nCause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\nI ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\nCause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\nI murdered my manager Chris last night\nWe exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\nI said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\nI want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\nNow can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}\nGimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\nI'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\nYeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\nWe all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\nI would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\nIt's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\nBut he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\nIt's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\nHaving his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\nRight in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\nThat's life, what can I say? 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And tell me that my rhymes suck?\n[00:37.44] Bitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\n[00:40.12] You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\n[00:42.32] Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\n[00:44.78] In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\n[00:48.07] I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\n[00:51.04] It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\n[00:52.66] However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\n[00:55.15] My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\n[00:57.74] Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\n[01:00.00] Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\n[01:03.26] Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\n[01:05.81] On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\n[01:08.47] Slaughter MC's then ask who's next...\n[01:10.63] Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\n[01:13.08] Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\n[01:15.41] Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\n[01:18.14] Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\n[01:20.42] I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\n[01:23.21] Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\n[01:25.76] Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\n[01:28.36] Catch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\n[01:30.35] With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\n[01:32.81] With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\n[01:35.47] It's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\n[01:38.02] We spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\n[01:40.89] Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\n[01:43.33] Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\n[01:45.92] So sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\n[01:48.47] Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\n[01:50.99] Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\n[01:53.50] Rattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\n[01:55.91] Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\n[01:58.32] Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\n[02:00.92] I ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\n[02:03.40] Cause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\n[02:05.79] I murdered my manager Chris last night\n[02:08.26] We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\n[02:10.96] I said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\n[02:13.54] I want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\n[02:15.51] Now can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}\n[02:17.47] Gimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\n[02:19.01] I'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\n[02:21.22] Yeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\n[02:23.94] We all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\n[02:26.34] I would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\n[02:28.81] It's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\n[02:31.25] But he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\n[02:33.88] It's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\n[02:36.53] Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\n[02:41.16] Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\n[02:44.05] That's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer\n[02:46.69] And yes you know they ain't none other iller\n[02:49.22] It's Logic.\n[02:51.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Disgusting (feat. 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They won't {Sinatra}\n  Gimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\n  I'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\n  Yeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\n  We all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\n  I would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\n  It's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\n  But he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\n  It's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\n  Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\n  Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\n  That's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer\n  And yes you know they ain't none other iller\n  It's Logic.\n"},{"id":3193413,"name":"Disgusting (feat. C Dot Castro)","trackName":"Disgusting (feat. 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And tell me that my rhymes suck?\nBitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\nYou can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\nCaressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\nIn other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\nI'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\nIt's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\nHowever on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\nMy flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\nBest protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\nFuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\nSike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\nOn another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\nSlaughter MC's then ask who's next...\nEy yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\nPriceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\nNever busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\nThen go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\nI got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\nMaking money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\nRaise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\nCatch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\nWith the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\nWith the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\nIt's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\nWe spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\nReppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\nSeduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\nSo sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\nCause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\nSpit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\nRattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\nOnly interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\nCause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\nI ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\nCause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\nI murdered my manager Chris last night\nWe exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\nI said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\nI want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\nNow can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}\nGimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\nI'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\nYeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\nWe all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\nI would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\nIt's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\nBut he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\nIt's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\nHaving his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\nRight in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\nThat's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer\nAnd yes you know they ain't none other iller\nIt's Logic.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Disgusting (feat. C Dot Castro)\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Undeniable'\n  duration_ms: 200000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex\n  Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex\n  The life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns\n  Boy, the seconds it's on – don't know where we going\n  I'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn\n  Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb\n  That last line made no sense like these rappers' careers\n  But I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year\n  Yeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears\n  You wanna fight me? I'll woop my own ass before you get here\n  Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?\n  Bitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\n  You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\n  Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\n  In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\n  I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\n  It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\n  However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\n  My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\n  Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\n  Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\n  Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\n  On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\n  Slaughter MC's then ask who's next...\n  Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\n  Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\n  Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\n  Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\n  I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\n  Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\n  Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\n  Catch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\n  With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\n  With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\n  It's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\n  We spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\n  Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\n  Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\n  So sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\n  Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\n  Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\n  Rattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\n  Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\n  Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\n  I ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\n  Cause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\n  I murdered my manager Chris last night\n  We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\n  I said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\n  I want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\n  Now can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}\n  Gimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\n  I'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\n  Yeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\n  We all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\n  I would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\n  It's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\n  But he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\n  It's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\n  Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\n  Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\n  That's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer\n  And yes you know they ain't none other iller\n  It's Logic.\n"},{"id":25349572,"name":"Disgusting (Feat. C Dot Castro)","trackName":"Disgusting (Feat. C Dot Castro)","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Undeniable","duration":203.341125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex\nBust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex\nThe life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns\nBoy, the seconds it's on – don't know where we going\nI'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn\nJust had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb\nThat last line made no sense like these rappers' careers\nBut I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year\nYeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears\nYou wanna fight me? I'll woop my own ass before you get here\nWanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?\nBitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\nYou can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\nCaressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\nIn other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\nI'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\nIt's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\nHowever on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\nMy flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\nBest protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\nFuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\nSike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\nOn another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\nSlaughter MC's then ask who's next...\nEy yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\nPriceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\nNever busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\nThen go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\nI got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\nMaking money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\nRaise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\nCatch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\nWith the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\nWith the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\nIt's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\nWe spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\nReppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\nSeduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\nSo sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\nCause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\nSpit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\nRattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\nOnly interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\nCause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\nI ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\nCause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\nI murdered my manager Chris last night\nWe exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\nI said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\nI want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\nNow can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}\nGimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\nI'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\nYeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\nWe all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\nI would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\nIt's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\nBut he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\nIt's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\nHaving his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\nRight in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\nThat's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer\nAnd yes you know they ain't none other iller\nIt's Logic.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Disgusting (Feat. C Dot Castro)\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Undeniable'\n  duration_ms: 203341\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex\n  Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex\n  The life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns\n  Boy, the seconds it's on – don't know where we going\n  I'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn\n  Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb\n  That last line made no sense like these rappers' careers\n  But I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year\n  Yeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears\n  You wanna fight me? I'll woop my own ass before you get here\n  Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?\n  Bitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck\n  You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs\n  Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes\n  In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's\n  I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this\n  It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally\n  However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary\n  My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect\n  Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck\n  Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time\n  Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme\n  On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex\n  Slaughter MC's then ask who's next...\n  Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now\n  Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle\n  Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down\n  Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now\n  I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail\n  Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell\n  Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here\n  Catch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati\n  With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly\n  With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me\n  It's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap\n  We spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world\n  Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world\n  Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl\n  So sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl\n  Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl\n  Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave in you impressed\n  Rattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest\n  Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up\n  Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up\n  I ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff\n  Cause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts\n  I murdered my manager Chris last night\n  We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like\n  I said okay... then punched him in the face with a butcher knife\n  I want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife\n  Now can you feel it? They won't {Sinatra}\n  Gimme what I want, so fuck it I'm a steal it\n  I'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you\n  Yeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it\n  We all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it\n  I would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?\n  It's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, \"I'd hit it!\"\n  But he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert\n  It's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath\n  Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch\n  Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch\n  That's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer\n  And yes you know they ain't none other iller\n  It's Logic.\n"}]