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(Madness)\nThis is an outrage (an outrage)\nAs a matter of fact, this is outrageous (outrageous)\n\nYeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer\nRough rider, raw bust inside a vagina\nLike I want kids, my head continues to be haunted\nI burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby, go on\nTake some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus\nBatting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth\nDo as a saint do, turn painful to graceful\nDevil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail\nRight there\n\nAnd if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target\nThen I don't know why I even started\nI'm sick of being too nice\nTo people who don't do shit but consume light\nTold myself, \"Fuck the world kid, just do what you like\"\nGo and have a food fight, start yourself a new life\nYou're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity\nBut all those big words ain't gonna get you paid\nAnd those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid\nYou got it made in that mad house\nWhat the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now\n\nDo what you do best\nI mean that's what you do best\nMatter fact motherfucker, you suit vest, you need to buy a new dress\nI heard you and your girl live in a duplex\nI'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west\nYou got a clue? What does a clue get?\nNothing\n\nMy milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore\nMy Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway\nHer ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow\nAnd the lion through the forest\nTo the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay\nRemember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard\nWhen he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard\nNow the whole world's in color, still\nHow Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother\nReal, her face was care-worn\n\nI suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn\nAnd had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of year one\nMr. Candyman, the parables parabolic\nThe poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes\nLightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet\nThe Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet\nAnd yell \"Hear, hear\", finally some order to this rap shit\nFinally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips\n\nI keep my shit crispy and elegant\nSo miss me with the irrelevant, the God body is heaven-sent\nThe hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byford\nBrother of Fal, every rhyme's halal\nEvery line is kosher, livin' la vida loca\nShout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.55] This is madness! (Madness)\n[00:03.94] This is an outrage (an outrage)\n[00:05.60] As a matter of fact, this is outrageous (outrageous)\n[00:10.36] Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer\n[00:14.57] Rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina\n[00:16.92] Like I want kids, my head continues to be haunted\n[00:20.18] I burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby, go on\n[00:23.35] Take some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus\n[00:25.91] Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth\n[00:28.93] Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful\n[00:31.71] Devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail\n[00:36.68] Right there\n[00:37.89] And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target\n[00:41.09] Then I don't know why I even started\n[00:42.99] I'm sick of being too nice\n[00:44.23] To people who don't do shit but consume light\n[00:46.73] Told myself, \"Fuck the world kid, just do what you like\"\n[00:49.48] Go and have a food fight, start yourself a new life\n[00:52.45] You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity\n[00:55.34] But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid\n[00:57.80] And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid\n[01:01.09] You got it made in that mad house\n[01:03.32] What the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now\n[01:06.88] Do what you do best\n[01:08.85] I mean that's what you do best\n[01:11.53] Matter fact motherfucker, you suit vest, you need to buy a new dress\n[01:15.32] I heard you and your girl live in a duplex\n[01:17.22] I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west\n[01:21.09] You got a clue? What does a clue get?\n[01:23.57] Nothing\n[01:24.04] \n[01:33.15] My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore\n[01:36.04] My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway\n[01:39.01] Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow\n[01:41.55] And the lion through the forest\n[01:42.70] To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay\n[01:45.98] Remember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard\n[01:48.46] When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard\n[01:51.58] Now the whole world's in color, still\n[01:53.34] How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother\n[01:55.68] Real, her face was care-worn\n[01:57.62] I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn\n[02:00.05] And had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of year one\n[02:03.26] Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic\n[02:05.71] The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes\n[02:08.45] Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet\n[02:11.46] The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet\n[02:14.23] And yell \"Hear, hear\", finally some order to this rap shit\n[02:17.18] Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips\n[02:21.14] I keep my shit crispy and elegant\n[02:22.70] So miss me with the irrelevant, the God body is heaven-sent\n[02:25.72] The hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byford\n[02:28.84] Brother of Fal, every rhyme's halal\n[02:31.58] Every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca\n[02:34.35] Shout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to\n[02:37.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 12. 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(Madness)\n  This is an outrage (an outrage)\n  As a matter of fact, this is outrageous (outrageous)\n\n  Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer\n  Rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina\n  Like I want kids, my head continues to be haunted\n  I burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby, go on\n  Take some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus\n  Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth\n  Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful\n  Devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail\n  Right there\n\n  And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target\n  Then I don't know why I even started\n  I'm sick of being too nice\n  To people who don't do shit but consume light\n  Told myself, \"Fuck the world kid, just do what you like\"\n  Go and have a food fight, start yourself a new life\n  You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity\n  But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid\n  And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid\n  You got it made in that mad house\n  What the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now\n\n  Do what you do best\n  I mean that's what you do best\n  Matter fact motherfucker, you suit vest, you need to buy a new dress\n  I heard you and your girl live in a duplex\n  I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west\n  You got a clue? What does a clue get?\n  Nothing\n\n  My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore\n  My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway\n  Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow\n  And the lion through the forest\n  To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay\n  Remember that? 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(Madness)\nThis is an outrage (an outrage)\nAs a matter of fact, this is outrageous (outrageous)\n\nYeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer\nRough rider, raw bust inside a vagina\nLike I want kids, my head continues to be haunted\nI burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby, go on\nTake some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus\nBatting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth\nDo as a saint do, turn painful to graceful\nDevil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail\nRight there\n\nAnd if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target\nThen I don't know why I even started\nI'm sick of being too nice\nTo people who don't do shit but consume light\nTold myself, \"Fuck the world kid, just do what you like\"\nGo and have a food fight, start yourself a new life\nYou're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity\nBut all those big words ain't gonna get you paid\nAnd those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid\nYou got it made in that mad house\nWhat the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now\n\nDo what you do best\nI mean that's what you do best\nMatter fact motherfucker, you suit vest, you need to buy a new dress\nI heard you and your girl live in a duplex\nI'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west\nYou got a clue? What does a clue get?\nNothing\n\nMy milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore\nMy Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway\nHer ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow\nAnd the lion through the forest\nTo the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay\nRemember that? 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(Madness)\n[00:03.99] This is an outrage (an outrage)\n[00:05.69] As a matter of fact, this is outrageous (outrageous)\n[00:10.39] Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer\n[00:14.52] Rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina\n[00:16.94] Like I want kids, my head continues to be haunted\n[00:20.18] I burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby, go on\n[00:23.35] Take some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus\n[00:25.94] Batting practice with the motherfucking ghost of Babe Ruth\n[00:28.90] Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful\n[00:31.79] Devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail\n[00:36.63] Right there\n[00:37.88] And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target\n[00:41.05] Then I don't know why I even started\n[00:42.92] I'm sick of being too nice\n[00:44.22] To people who don't do shit but consume light\n[00:46.72] Told myself, \"Fuck the world kid, just do what you like\"\n[00:49.49] Go and have a food fight, start yourself a new life\n[00:52.47] You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity\n[00:55.35] But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid\n[00:57.84] And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid\n[01:01.01] You got it made in that mad house\n[01:03.35] What the fuck you got to be sad about? Go ahead and rap now\n[01:06.80] Do what you do best\n[01:08.88] I mean that's what you do best\n[01:11.56] Matter fact motherfucker, you suit vest, you need to buy a new dress\n[01:15.39] I heard you and your girl live in a duplex\n[01:17.24] I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west\n[01:21.08] You got a clue? What does a clue get?\n[01:23.52] Nothing\n[01:24.04] \n[01:33.15] My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore\n[01:36.06] My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway\n[01:39.01] Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow\n[01:41.55] And the lion through the forest\n[01:42.75] To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay\n[01:45.93] Remember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard\n[01:48.48] When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard\n[01:51.54] Now the whole world's in color, still\n[01:53.39] How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother\n[01:55.62] Real, her face was care-worn\n[01:57.64] I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn\n[02:00.08] And had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of year one\n[02:03.25] Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic\n[02:05.73] The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes\n[02:08.43] Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet\n[02:11.49] The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet\n[02:14.25] And yell \"Hear, hear\", finally some order to this rap shit\n[02:17.15] Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips\n[02:21.17] I keep my shit crispy and elegant\n[02:22.63] So miss me with the irrelevant, the God body is heaven-sent\n[02:25.71] The hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byford\n[02:28.81] Brother of Fal, every rhyme's halal\n[02:31.54] Every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca\n[02:34.36] Shout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to\n[02:37.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suplexes Inside Of Complexes & Duplexes\n  artist: Mac Miller\n  album: Watching Movies With The Sound Off (10th Anniversary)\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This is madness! 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Go ahead and rap now\n[01:06.80] Do what you do best\n[01:08.88] I mean that's what you do best\n[01:11.56] Matter fact motherfucker, you suit vest, you need to buy a new dress\n[01:15.39] I heard you and your girl live in a duplex\n[01:17.24] I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west\n[01:21.08] You got a clue? What does a clue get?\n[01:23.52] Nothing\n[01:24.04] \n[01:33.15] My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore\n[01:36.06] My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway\n[01:39.01] Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow\n[01:41.55] And the lion through the forest\n[01:42.75] To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay\n[01:45.93] Remember that? He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard\n[01:48.48] When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard\n[01:51.54] Now the whole world's in color, still\n[01:53.39] How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother\n[01:55.62] Real, her face was care-worn\n[01:57.64] I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn\n[02:00.08] And had beef with Mrs. Gulch since the very beginning of year one\n[02:03.25] Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic\n[02:05.73] The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes\n[02:08.43] Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet\n[02:11.49] The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet\n[02:14.25] And yell \"Hear, hear\", finally some order to this rap shit\n[02:17.15] Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips\n[02:21.17] I keep my shit crispy and elegant\n[02:22.63] So miss me with the irrelevant, the God body is heaven-sent\n[02:25.71] The hard-body is reverence, since the son of Byford\n[02:28.81] Brother of Fal, every rhyme's halal\n[02:31.54] Every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca\n[02:34.36] Shout out to Tony Toca, we livin' how we supposed to\n[02:37.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Suplexes Inside of Complexes and Duplexes [Explicit]\n  artist: MAC MILLER\n  album: Watching Movies with the Sound Off (10th Anniversary)\n  duration_ms: 168107\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This is madness! 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Go ahead and rap now\n[01:06.88] Do what you do best, I mean\n[01:10.14] That's what you do best, matter fact motherfucker\n[01:12.88] You suit vest, you need to buy a new dress\n[01:15.32] I heard you and your girl live in a duplex\n[01:17.25] I'ma put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west\n[01:21.06] You got a clue, what does a clue get?\n[01:23.51] Nothing\n[01:24.04] \n[01:34.15] My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore\n[01:36.55] My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway\n[01:39.33] Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow\n[01:42.28] And the lion through the forest\n[01:43.74] To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay\n[01:46.49] Remember that? 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