[{"id":12337686,"name":"After 12","trackName":"After 12","artistName":"Necro","albumName":"After 12","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\nFeed me hip-hop and I start trembling\nAfter 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\nFeed me hip-hop and I start trembling\n\nMy automatic will leave you automatically murdered\nLeave the convertible automobile running when I squirt it\nAutopsy's morbid, when your family absorbs the fact\nThat you're gone forever, blasted into orbit\nMy gat's bigger than Norbit's obese wife\nBe careful with your life kid, cause these streets are trife\nRide around in a Corvette, strapped like a war vet\nBuck at you like Tourette's\nPop-pop-pop, make the local gazette\nGet the broccoli floret, slaughter and dissect you\nTalk shit in your car to me, I'll check you, auto-correct you\nAutograph your skull with lacerations\nThe beat butchers you with automation, audacious lyrics\nAttack you like an auto-immune deficiency\nMy autobiography's audible pain, officially vicious, officially\nMy cash flow's on auto-pilot\nYou oughta watch how I get down with my hustle\nYou front, I'll get sorta violent\n\nAfter 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\nFeed me hip-hop and I start trembling\nAfter 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\nFeed me hip-hop and I start trembling\n\nMight I have a brief word with you?\n\nPunch you in the stomach asthmatic\nAquatic torture like a drug addict suicide in the attic, [?] ecstatic\nI'm as charismatic as Carrie, covered in blood, wrecking havoc\n\nAfter 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\nFeed me hip-hop and I start trembling\nAfter 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\nFeed me hip-hop and I start trembling","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: After 12\n  artist: Necro\n  album: After 12\n  duration_ms: 165000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\n  Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling\n  After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\n  Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling\n\n  My automatic will leave you automatically murdered\n  Leave the convertible automobile running when I squirt it\n  Autopsy's morbid, when your family absorbs the fact\n  That you're gone forever, blasted into orbit\n  My gat's bigger than Norbit's obese wife\n  Be careful with your life kid, cause these streets are trife\n  Ride around in a Corvette, strapped like a war vet\n  Buck at you like Tourette's\n  Pop-pop-pop, make the local gazette\n  Get the broccoli floret, slaughter and dissect you\n  Talk shit in your car to me, I'll check you, auto-correct you\n  Autograph your skull with lacerations\n  The beat butchers you with automation, audacious lyrics\n  Attack you like an auto-immune deficiency\n  My autobiography's audible pain, officially vicious, officially\n  My cash flow's on auto-pilot\n  You oughta watch how I get down with my hustle\n  You front, I'll get sorta violent\n\n  After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\n  Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling\n  After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\n  Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling\n\n  Might I have a brief word with you?\n\n  Punch you in the stomach asthmatic\n  Aquatic torture like a drug addict suicide in the attic, [?] ecstatic\n  I'm as charismatic as Carrie, covered in blood, wrecking havoc\n\n  After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\n  Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling\n  After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin\n  Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling\n"}]