[{"id":9384979,"name":"Doomsday","trackName":"Doomsday","artistName":"Onyx","albumName":"Shotgunz In Hell","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jay Reaper]\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nNot with the time but she a snowflake\nIn the bathroom taking a coke break\nDoing crooked shit to get the dough straight\nFuck a jimbo we whole weight\nPushing pounds through the whole state\nI got bullets in your brain just rotate\nLeave a nigga body in a cold state\nRigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\nElectric tape like Biggie thought us\nThe type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\nHalf my niggas is brain dead\nEyes the color blood stained red\n(now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\nLike Bane said\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nGimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\nAnd any beside them with evil intent\nTrap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\nWe quick to demolish your feeble event\nRead all about it we out here\nSticky and Dro fill em with holes\nVicious and Reap put em to sleep\nDeadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\nStack of paper, back to Vegas\nCrack a bottle, smack a waiter\nSo and so they sew you up\nComatose you roasted duck\nBack on the scene with a banger\nHandle the heat with the hammer\n\nI'm still on paper fresh outta jail\nNo heavenly father i was raised in hell\nBarely had a mother she was raised in bail\nSister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\nBitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\nWhats it gonna be? either way imma bust\nI'm movin overseas America is so fucked\nMust've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\nIts the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\nDick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\nDrink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\nIf its doomsday imma go nuts\nTake you apart see what you're made of\nPlaying a part, your whole life's made up\nTake out your heart, see what your brain does\nSoon its death what you afraid of?\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doomsday\n  artist: Onyx\n  album: Shotgunz In Hell\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jay Reaper]\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n\n  Not with the time but she a snowflake\n  In the bathroom taking a coke break\n  Doing crooked shit to get the dough straight\n  Fuck a jimbo we whole weight\n  Pushing pounds through the whole state\n  I got bullets in your brain just rotate\n  Leave a nigga body in a cold state\n  Rigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\n  Electric tape like Biggie thought us\n  The type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\n  Half my niggas is brain dead\n  Eyes the color blood stained red\n  (now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\n  Like Bane said\n\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n\n  Gimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\n  And any beside them with evil intent\n  Trap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\n  We quick to demolish your feeble event\n  Read all about it we out here\n  Sticky and Dro fill em with holes\n  Vicious and Reap put em to sleep\n  Deadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\n  Stack of paper, back to Vegas\n  Crack a bottle, smack a waiter\n  So and so they sew you up\n  Comatose you roasted duck\n  Back on the scene with a banger\n  Handle the heat with the hammer\n\n  I'm still on paper fresh outta jail\n  No heavenly father i was raised in hell\n  Barely had a mother she was raised in bail\n  Sister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\n  Bitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\n  Whats it gonna be? either way imma bust\n  I'm movin overseas America is so fucked\n  Must've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\n  Its the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\n  Dick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\n  Drink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\n  If its doomsday imma go nuts\n  Take you apart see what you're made of\n  Playing a part, your whole life's made up\n  Take out your heart, see what your brain does\n  Soon its death what you afraid of?\n\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n"},{"id":5562634,"name":"Doomsday","trackName":"Doomsday","artistName":"Onyx & Dope D.O.D.","albumName":"Shotgunz In Hell","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jay Reaper]\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nNot with the time but she a snowflake\nIn the bathroom taking a coke break\nDoing crooked shit to get the dough straight\nFuck a jimbo we whole weight\nPushing pounds through the whole state\nI got bullets in your brain just rotate\nLeave a nigga body in a cold state\nRigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\nElectric tape like Biggie thought us\nThe type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\nHalf my niggas is brain dead\nEyes the color blood stained red\n(Now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\nLike Bane said\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nGimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\nAnd any beside them with evil intent\nTrap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\nWe quick to demolish your feeble event\nRead all about it we out here\nSticky and Dro fill em with holes\nVicious and Reap put em to sleep\nDeadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\nStack of paper, back to Vegas\nCrack a bottle, smack a waiter\nSo and so they sew you up\nComatose you roasted duck\nBack on the scene with a banger\nHandle the heat with the hammer\n\nI'm still on paper fresh outta jail\nNo heavenly father i was raised in hell\nBarely had a mother she was raised in bail\nSister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\nBitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\nWhats it gonna be? either way imma bust\nI'm movin overseas America is so fucked\nMust've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\nIts the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\nDick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\nDrink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\nIf its doomsday imma go nuts\nTake you apart see what you're made of\nPlaying a part, your whole life's made up\nTake out your heart, see what your brain does\nSoon its death what you afraid of?\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doomsday\n  artist: Onyx & Dope D.O.D.\n  album: Shotgunz In Hell\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jay Reaper]\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n\n  Not with the time but she a snowflake\n  In the bathroom taking a coke break\n  Doing crooked shit to get the dough straight\n  Fuck a jimbo we whole weight\n  Pushing pounds through the whole state\n  I got bullets in your brain just rotate\n  Leave a nigga body in a cold state\n  Rigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\n  Electric tape like Biggie thought us\n  The type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\n  Half my niggas is brain dead\n  Eyes the color blood stained red\n  (Now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\n  Like Bane said\n\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n\n  Gimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\n  And any beside them with evil intent\n  Trap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\n  We quick to demolish your feeble event\n  Read all about it we out here\n  Sticky and Dro fill em with holes\n  Vicious and Reap put em to sleep\n  Deadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\n  Stack of paper, back to Vegas\n  Crack a bottle, smack a waiter\n  So and so they sew you up\n  Comatose you roasted duck\n  Back on the scene with a banger\n  Handle the heat with the hammer\n\n  I'm still on paper fresh outta jail\n  No heavenly father i was raised in hell\n  Barely had a mother she was raised in bail\n  Sister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\n  Bitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\n  Whats it gonna be? either way imma bust\n  I'm movin overseas America is so fucked\n  Must've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\n  Its the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\n  Dick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\n  Drink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\n  If its doomsday imma go nuts\n  Take you apart see what you're made of\n  Playing a part, your whole life's made up\n  Take out your heart, see what your brain does\n  Soon its death what you afraid of?\n\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n"},{"id":23321267,"name":"Doomsday","trackName":"Doomsday","artistName":"Dope D.O.D. & Onyx","albumName":"Shotgunz In Hell","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jay Reaper]\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nNot with the time but she a snowflake\nIn the bathroom taking a coke break\nDoing crooked shit to get the dough straight\nFuck a jimbo we whole weight\nPushing pounds through the whole state\nI got bullets in your brain just rotate\nLeave a nigga body in a cold state\nRigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\nElectric tape like Biggie thought us\nThe type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\nHalf my niggas is brain dead\nEyes the color blood stained red\n(now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\nLike Bane said\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nGimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\nAnd any beside them with evil intent\nTrap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\nWe quick to demolish your feeble event\nRead all about it we out here\nSticky and Dro fill em with holes\nVicious and Reap put em to sleep\nDeadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\nStack of paper, back to Vegas\nCrack a bottle, smack a waiter\nSo and so they sew you up\nComatose you roasted duck\nBack on the scene with a banger\nHandle the heat with the hammer\n\nI'm still on paper fresh outta jail\nNo heavenly father i was raised in hell\nBarely had a mother she was raised in bail\nSister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\nBitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\nWhats it gonna be? either way imma bust\nI'm movin overseas America is so fucked\nMust've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\nIts the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\nDick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\nDrink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\nIf its doomsday imma go nuts\nTake you apart see what you're made of\nPlaying a part, your whole life's made up\nTake out your heart, see what your brain does\nSoon its death what you afraid of?\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doomsday\n  artist: Dope D.O.D. & Onyx\n  album: Shotgunz In Hell\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jay Reaper]\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n\n  Not with the time but she a snowflake\n  In the bathroom taking a coke break\n  Doing crooked shit to get the dough straight\n  Fuck a jimbo we whole weight\n  Pushing pounds through the whole state\n  I got bullets in your brain just rotate\n  Leave a nigga body in a cold state\n  Rigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\n  Electric tape like Biggie thought us\n  The type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\n  Half my niggas is brain dead\n  Eyes the color blood stained red\n  (now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\n  Like Bane said\n\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n\n  Gimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\n  And any beside them with evil intent\n  Trap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\n  We quick to demolish your feeble event\n  Read all about it we out here\n  Sticky and Dro fill em with holes\n  Vicious and Reap put em to sleep\n  Deadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\n  Stack of paper, back to Vegas\n  Crack a bottle, smack a waiter\n  So and so they sew you up\n  Comatose you roasted duck\n  Back on the scene with a banger\n  Handle the heat with the hammer\n\n  I'm still on paper fresh outta jail\n  No heavenly father i was raised in hell\n  Barely had a mother she was raised in bail\n  Sister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\n  Bitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\n  Whats it gonna be? either way imma bust\n  I'm movin overseas America is so fucked\n  Must've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\n  Its the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\n  Dick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\n  Drink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\n  If its doomsday imma go nuts\n  Take you apart see what you're made of\n  Playing a part, your whole life's made up\n  Take out your heart, see what your brain does\n  Soon its death what you afraid of?\n\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n"},{"id":34855958,"name":"Doomsday","trackName":"Doomsday","artistName":"Onyx & Dope D․O․D․","albumName":"Shotgunz In Hell","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jay Reaper]\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nNot with the time but she a snowflake\nIn the bathroom taking a coke break\nDoing crooked shit to get the dough straight\nFuck a jimbo we whole weight\nPushing pounds through the whole state\nI got bullets in your brain just rotate\nLeave a nigga body in a cold state\nRigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\nElectric tape like Biggie thought us\nThe type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\nHalf my niggas is brain dead\nEyes the color blood stained red\n(now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\nLike Bane said\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nGimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\nAnd any beside them with evil intent\nTrap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\nWe quick to demolish your feeble event\nRead all about it we out here\nSticky and Dro fill em with holes\nVicious and Reap put em to sleep\nDeadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\nStack of paper, back to Vegas\nCrack a bottle, smack a waiter\nSo and so they sew you up\nComatose you roasted duck\nBack on the scene with a banger\nHandle the heat with the hammer\n\nI'm still on paper fresh outta jail\nNo heavenly father i was raised in hell\nBarely had a mother she was raised in bail\nSister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\nBitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\nWhats it gonna be? either way imma bust\nI'm movin overseas America is so fucked\nMust've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\nIts the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\nDick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\nDrink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\nIf its doomsday imma go nuts\nTake you apart see what you're made of\nPlaying a part, your whole life's made up\nTake out your heart, see what your brain does\nSoon its death what you afraid of?\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doomsday\n  artist: Onyx & Dope D․O․D․\n  album: Shotgunz In Hell\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Jay Reaper]\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n\n  Not with the time but she a snowflake\n  In the bathroom taking a coke break\n  Doing crooked shit to get the dough straight\n  Fuck a jimbo we whole weight\n  Pushing pounds through the whole state\n  I got bullets in your brain just rotate\n  Leave a nigga body in a cold state\n  Rigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\n  Electric tape like Biggie thought us\n  The type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\n  Half my niggas is brain dead\n  Eyes the color blood stained red\n  (now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\n  Like Bane said\n\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n\n  Gimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\n  And any beside them with evil intent\n  Trap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\n  We quick to demolish your feeble event\n  Read all about it we out here\n  Sticky and Dro fill em with holes\n  Vicious and Reap put em to sleep\n  Deadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\n  Stack of paper, back to Vegas\n  Crack a bottle, smack a waiter\n  So and so they sew you up\n  Comatose you roasted duck\n  Back on the scene with a banger\n  Handle the heat with the hammer\n\n  I'm still on paper fresh outta jail\n  No heavenly father i was raised in hell\n  Barely had a mother she was raised in bail\n  Sister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\n  Bitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\n  Whats it gonna be? either way imma bust\n  I'm movin overseas America is so fucked\n  Must've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\n  Its the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\n  Dick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\n  Drink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\n  If its doomsday imma go nuts\n  Take you apart see what you're made of\n  Playing a part, your whole life's made up\n  Take out your heart, see what your brain does\n  Soon its death what you afraid of?\n\n  Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody\n  Cause your music you don't move me\n  I'm in the mood today to just shoot away\n  Nigga too cray Paul Mooney\n  Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em\n  We crusade from here to UK\n  Like a new plague Its to late\n  We bring it, Doomsday\n"},{"id":2535796,"name":"Doomsday","trackName":"Doomsday","artistName":"Onyx feat. Dope D.O.D.","albumName":"Shotgunz In Hell","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Jay Reaper]\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nNot with the time but she a snowflake\nIn the bathroom taking a coke break\nDoing crooked shit to get the dough straight\nFuck a jimbo we whole weight\nPushing pounds through the whole state\nI got bullets in your brain just rotate\nLeave a nigga body in a cold state\nRigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders\nElectric tape like Biggie thought us\nThe type that'll kidnap niggas daughters\nHalf my niggas is brain dead\nEyes the color blood stained red\n(Now is not the time for fear, that comes later)\nLike Bane said\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday\n\nGimmie the title I'm killin my rivals\nAnd any beside them with evil intent\nTrap it, Onyx D.O.D on it\nWe quick to demolish your feeble event\nRead all about it we out here\nSticky and Dro fill em with holes\nVicious and Reap put em to sleep\nDeadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators\nStack of paper, back to Vegas\nCrack a bottle, smack a waiter\nSo and so they sew you up\nComatose you roasted duck\nBack on the scene with a banger\nHandle the heat with the hammer\n\nI'm still on paper fresh outta jail\nNo heavenly father i was raised in hell\nBarely had a mother she was raised in bail\nSister around the corner selling fruit cocktails\nBitches on your knees niggas get your hands up\nWhats it gonna be? either way imma bust\nI'm movin overseas America is so fucked\nMust've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?\nIts the end of the world and I'm holding a pump\nDick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt\nDrink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt\nIf its doomsday imma go nuts\nTake you apart see what you're made of\nPlaying a part, your whole life's made up\nTake out your heart, see what your brain does\nSoon its death what you afraid of?\n\nEy yo move mate I'm getting moody\nCause your music you don't move me\nI'm in the mood today to just shoot away\nNigga too cray Paul Mooney\nYa bitch niggas just tomb raid em\nWe crusade from here to UK\nLike a new plague Its to late\nWe bring it, Doomsday","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Doomsday\n  artist: Onyx feat. 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