[{"id":39441802,"name":"The Red Wedding","trackName":"The Red Wedding","artistName":"Ransom & Big Ghost Ltd","albumName":"Heavy Is The Head","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"These motherfuckers is dead\nIt's Pain!\nCheck\n\nSemi blick at ya, any temperature\n\nPun is still alive, now you witnessing skinny Christopher\n\nPenicillin flow through my pen, I wrote plenty literature\nThese fucking rappers come to an end if I send a signature, uh\nMy pen is sharper, authentic author\nMy image darker, mic disciple\nThis sniper rifle will strip a blemish off ya\nYou know my sentiments, every sentence a pencil scorcher\n\nMental torture, catch me in central Georgia, the Benz or Porsche\nImmaculately rap, my strategy intact\nThe savagery, shotty come with two batteries in the back\nDon't battle me, warning niggas that adamantly I snap\nTwo titties on one drum, my accuracy unmatched, nigga\nInfinite potential, rip this instrumental\nMister temperamental, this shit's essential, no pens or pencils\nBeen suspenseful with the way that we writing\nWe influential, bend your mental\nYou don't say what you meant, I'ma dent your dental, pussy\n\nRapidly dropping, rappers be watching\nHappily nasty and rotten, I'm Jackie Robinson going bad\nBeen drastically plotting, these niggas have to just drop a addy\nWe actually popping up and this ratchet could stop a Caddy, nigga\n\nVenom level high, been on level five\nThis chopper do demolition, should've been the metal ride\nI'm the devil and your god, the alpha and the omega\nBitch, I been catching bodies, start calculating the labor\nIt's Pain!\n\nYeah, I'm like a Spartan from 300\nWe usually came out at night and purged when the streets hunted\nThere's no regrets when the deceased plummet\nYou don't address the wounds of the past\nAnd you'll still continue to bleed from it\n\nYeah, I just need some relief from it\nMy speech punish niggas who speak rugged with weak stomachs\nKill a rapper that's rated high on the list of each pundit\nKeys of coke, spinning a block with shooters is redundant\nA boss is flexing when he says he's boss, petty loss, heavy talks\nBlow out your mama's speakers and shred your aux\nYour pleasure's dark, you don't treasure arts, measures off\nSleeping on your whims, you gon' wake up mourning a deadly loss\n\nI'm very harsh but I speak with purpose\nWhat's lying beneath the surface\nTry and you'll find some diamonds in recent verses\nRelease the curses I received in churches\nBelieve in worship but I'm dark as the\nSuits and shades on the secret service\nYou meatless burgers getting beat and\nMurdered when they reach the verdict\nWe deserved it, you come with problems, you leave in hearses\n\nI'm a machine, you gotta feed the circuits\nGet people nervous, Matthew 13:11, Eve when she sees the serpent\nIt's evil lurking in the hearts of many\nThe scars are plenty, hope you know all your partners envy you\nPark a Bentley, mansion in the foyer\n\nHandguns to your lawyer, plans are to avoid ya\n\nRansom the destroyer\n\n\"5, May you rest in peace\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.14] These motherfuckers is dead\n[00:03.93] It's Pain!\n[00:06.18] Check\n[00:07.55] Semi blick at ya, any temperature\n[00:09.75] Pun is still alive, now you witnessing skinny Christopher\n[00:12.87] Penicillin flow through my pen, I wrote plenty literature\n[00:15.62] These fucking rappers come to an end if I send a signature, uh\n[00:19.21] My pen is sharper, authentic author\n[00:21.21] My image darker, mic disciple\n[00:22.84] This sniper rifle will strip a blemish off ya\n[00:25.46] You know my sentiments, every sentence a pencil scorcher\n[00:28.32] Mental torture, catch me in central Georgia, the Benz or Porsche\n[00:31.72] Immaculately rap, my strategy intact\n[00:34.14] The savagery, shotty come with two batteries in the back\n[00:37.31] Don't battle me, warning niggas that adamantly I snap\n[00:40.37] Two titties on one drum, my accuracy unmatched, nigga\n[00:44.32] Infinite potential, rip this instrumental\n[00:46.63] Mister temperamental, this shit's essential, no pens or pencils\n[00:49.73] Been suspenseful with the way that we writing\n[00:51.88] We influential, bend your mental\n[00:53.75] You don't say what you meant, I'ma dent your dental, pussy\n[00:56.89] Rapidly dropping, rappers be watching\n[00:58.74] Happily nasty and rotten, I'm Jackie Robinson going bad\n[01:02.19] Been drastically plotting, these niggas have to just drop a addy\n[01:05.37] We actually popping up and this ratchet could stop a Caddy, nigga\n[01:09.38] Venom level high, been on level five\n[01:11.58] This chopper do demolition, should've been the metal ride\n[01:14.60] I'm the devil and your god, the alpha and the omega\n[01:17.84] Bitch, I been catching bodies, start calculating the labor\n[01:21.47] It's Pain!\n[01:24.13] \n[01:27.76] Yeah, I'm like a Spartan from 300\n[01:30.86] We usually came out at night and purged when the streets hunted\n[01:33.81] There's no regrets when the deceased plummet\n[01:36.14] You don't address the wounds of the past\n[01:37.82] And you'll still continue to bleed from it\n[01:40.37] Yeah, I just need some relief from it\n[01:42.81] My speech punish niggas who speak rugged with weak stomachs\n[01:46.25] Kill a rapper that's rated high on the list of each pundit\n[01:49.38] Keys of coke, spinning a block with shooters is redundant\n[01:52.63] A boss is flexing when he says he's boss, petty loss, heavy talks\n[01:56.39] Blow out your mama's speakers and shred your aux\n[01:58.85] Your pleasure's dark, you don't treasure arts, measures off\n[02:01.76] Sleeping on your whims, you gon' wake up mourning a deadly loss\n[02:05.01] I'm very harsh but I speak with purpose\n[02:07.18] What's lying beneath the surface\n[02:08.77] Try and you'll find some diamonds in recent verses\n[02:11.39] Release the curses I received in churches\n[02:13.61] Believe in worship but I'm dark as the\n[02:15.41] Suits and shades on the secret service\n[02:17.52] You meatless burgers getting beat and\n[02:19.20] Murdered when they reach the verdict\n[02:20.76] We deserved it, you come with problems, you leave in hearses\n[02:23.72] I'm a machine, you gotta feed the circuits\n[02:26.03] Get people nervous, Matthew 13:11, Eve when she sees the serpent\n[02:29.95] It's evil lurking in the hearts of many\n[02:32.20] The scars are plenty, hope you know all your partners envy you\n[02:35.11] Park a Bentley, mansion in the foyer\n[02:37.54] Handguns to your lawyer, plans are to avoid ya\n[02:40.60] Ransom the destroyer\n[02:43.80] \n[02:47.54] \"5, May you rest in peace\"\n[03:12.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Red Wedding\n  artist: Ransom & Big Ghost Ltd\n  album: Heavy Is The Head\n  duration_ms: 196364\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: These motherfuckers is dead\n  start_ms: 1140\n  end_ms: 3930\n- text: It's Pain!\n  start_ms: 3930\n  end_ms: 6180\n- text: 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