[{"id":10763244,"name":"Bad Guy","trackName":"Bad Guy","artistName":"Slaine","albumName":"The Boston Project","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Slaine)\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I'm an asshole\nTaken off the street right from the basement to the castle\nFrom the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international\nI'm all about the cash flow\nYou can look at how I get it\nPoppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic\nI'm a crook, yeah I'm pathetic\nI keep pushing till I get it\nGot the pedal to the metal I ain't looking where I'm headed\nCops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV\nThey got their dick hard from the bitch who sitting next to me\nListen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be\nYou can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free\nReal funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me\nI made a fire, never played guitars\nSpit my rhymes and made my bail money\nSpeak the truth don't tell no lies\nI never talk wit' a black tongue\nI'm no model but I'm cold hearted\nI'm so smart that I act dumb\n\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Millyz)\nBad Guy... Look...\nThirty Perc 30's, on alert early\nRiding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty\nGet the burr birdy\nFlip the bird sturdy\nHad these fuckin rappers,\nYeah you nerds heard me\nTear the lines and vandalize in your habitat\nCruise around crown royal in his cadillac\nBlack boots, black brim with the mass to match\nHallucinations of satan, bitch this is acid rap\nI'm so gone, shit I'm fucking faded\nEye ball the ounce, I should've fuckin' weighed it\nPut some cheese on your head get you fucking grated\nMake a flick with your bitch, (X rated)\nLLLLLook it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) tux\nDon't miss me with that sissy stuff\nTipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut\nI came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks\n\nFucked up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nPerced up, drinkin' out the bottle I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon)\nI'm the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun\nWhen I black out with the mac out\nSomebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string\nIt's a G thing like the Dr.\nAnd the dough, father freed my dogs on\nGun powder call Peter up I don't give a fuck sick 'em on his ass\nThen I laugh it up as I feed 'em all\nIn my postal lunch, sick as fuck\nI'm deranged, twisted brain\nInsane in the membrane\nI'm a fly dream on a ship maine\nThat's a blue dream with a crip mess\nSippin red rose with the pirule\nYou're free man with the low gain\nLike G mail\nWhat the fuck the bitches\nIf I'm stiff like a mannequin\nIt went lubed balls, and went andy dick\nI can't stand the bitch\nSmokin' cannibus, from Los Angeles\nWith phase up that's fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch\nGet abandon ship, this life ship going down with it\nI'm the captive bitch immaculate with this rapper shit\nTurn about this back wits\nHow you wack bitch\nBaptize the jaw like a baptist\nYou fuckin lain my least slain\nSee smoke, see the flame\nTwin millies it's point blank\nLet 'em bang, deep brain\n\nChinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bad Guy\n  artist: Slaine\n  album: The Boston Project\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Slaine)\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I'm an asshole\n  Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle\n  From the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international\n  I'm all about the cash flow\n  You can look at how I get it\n  Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic\n  I'm a crook, yeah I'm pathetic\n  I keep pushing till I get it\n  Got the pedal to the metal I ain't looking where I'm headed\n  Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV\n  They got their dick hard from the bitch who sitting next to me\n  Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be\n  You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free\n  Real funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me\n  I made a fire, never played guitars\n  Spit my rhymes and made my bail money\n  Speak the truth don't tell no lies\n  I never talk wit' a black tongue\n  I'm no model but I'm cold hearted\n  I'm so smart that I act dumb\n\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Millyz)\n  Bad Guy... Look...\n  Thirty Perc 30's, on alert early\n  Riding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty\n  Get the burr birdy\n  Flip the bird sturdy\n  Had these fuckin rappers,\n  Yeah you nerds heard me\n  Tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat\n  Cruise around crown royal in his cadillac\n  Black boots, black brim with the mass to match\n  Hallucinations of satan, bitch this is acid rap\n  I'm so gone, shit I'm fucking faded\n  Eye ball the ounce, I should've fuckin' weighed it\n  Put some cheese on your head get you fucking grated\n  Make a flick with your bitch, (X rated)\n  LLLLLook it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) tux\n  Don't miss me with that sissy stuff\n  Tipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut\n  I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks\n\n  Fucked up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Perced up, drinkin' out the bottle I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon)\n  I'm the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun\n  When I black out with the mac out\n  Somebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string\n  It's a G thing like the Dr.\n  And the dough, father freed my dogs on\n  Gun powder call Peter up I don't give a fuck sick 'em on his ass\n  Then I laugh it up as I feed 'em all\n  In my postal lunch, sick as fuck\n  I'm deranged, twisted brain\n  Insane in the membrane\n  I'm a fly dream on a ship maine\n  That's a blue dream with a crip mess\n  Sippin red rose with the pirule\n  You're free man with the low gain\n  Like G mail\n  What the fuck the bitches\n  If I'm stiff like a mannequin\n  It went lubed balls, and went andy dick\n  I can't stand the bitch\n  Smokin' cannibus, from Los Angeles\n  With phase up that's fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch\n  Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it\n  I'm the captive bitch immaculate with this rapper shit\n  Turn about this back wits\n  How you wack bitch\n  Baptize the jaw like a baptist\n  You fuckin lain my least slain\n  See smoke, see the flame\n  Twin millies it's point blank\n  Let 'em bang, deep brain\n\n  Chinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n"},{"id":6571412,"name":"Bad Guy (feat. Millyz, Smoke Bulga)","trackName":"Bad Guy (feat. Millyz, Smoke Bulga)","artistName":"Slaine","albumName":"The Boston Project","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Slaine)\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I'm an asshole\nTaken off the street right from the basement to the castle\nFrom the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international\nI'm all about the cash flow\nYou can look at how I get it\nPoppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic\nI'm a crook, yeah I'm pathetic\nI keep pushing till I get it\nGot the pedal to the metal I ain't looking where I'm headed\nCops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV\nThey got their dick hard from the bitch who sitting next to me\nListen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be\nYou can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free\nReal funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me\nI made a fire, never played guitars\nSpit my rhymes and made my bail money\nSpeak the truth don't tell no lies\nI never talk wit' a black tongue\nI'm no model but I'm cold hearted\nI'm so smart that I act dumb\n\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Millyz)\nBad Guy... Look...\nThirty Perc 30's, on alert early\nRiding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty\nGet the burr birdy\nFlip the bird sturdy\nHad these fuckin rappers,\nYeah you nerds heard me\nTear the lines and vandalize in your habitat\nCruise around crown royal in his cadillac\nBlack boots, black brim with the mass to match\nHallucinations of satan, bitch this is acid rap\nI'm so gone, shit I'm fucking faded\nEye ball the ounce, I should've fuckin' weighed it\nPut some cheese on your head get you fucking grated\nMake a flick with your bitch, (X rated)\nLLLLLook it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) tux\nDon't miss me with that sissy stuff\nTipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut\nI came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks\n\nFucked up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nPerced up, drinkin' out the bottle I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon)\nI'm the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun\nWhen I black out with the mac out\nSomebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string\nIt's a G thing like the Dr.\nAnd the dough, father freed my dogs on\nGun powder call Peter up I don't give a fuck sick 'em on his ass\nThen I laugh it up as I feed 'em all\nIn my postal lunch, sick as fuck\nI'm deranged, twisted brain\nInsane in the membrane\nI'm a fly dream on a ship maine\nThat's a blue dream with a crip mess\nSippin red rose with the pirule\nYou're free man with the low gain\nLike G mail\nWhat the fuck the bitches\nIf I'm stiff like a mannequin\nIt went lubed balls, and went andy dick\nI can't stand the bitch\nSmokin' cannibus, from Los Angeles\nWith phase up that's fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch\nGet abandon ship, this life ship going down with it\nI'm the captive bitch immaculate with this rapper shit\nTurn about this back wits\nHow you wack bitch\nBaptize the jaw like a baptist\nYou fuckin lain my least slain\nSee smoke, see the flame\nTwin millies it's point blank\nLet 'em bang, deep brain\n\nChinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bad Guy (feat. Millyz, Smoke Bulga)\n  artist: Slaine\n  album: The Boston Project\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Slaine)\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I'm an asshole\n  Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle\n  From the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international\n  I'm all about the cash flow\n  You can look at how I get it\n  Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic\n  I'm a crook, yeah I'm pathetic\n  I keep pushing till I get it\n  Got the pedal to the metal I ain't looking where I'm headed\n  Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV\n  They got their dick hard from the bitch who sitting next to me\n  Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be\n  You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free\n  Real funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me\n  I made a fire, never played guitars\n  Spit my rhymes and made my bail money\n  Speak the truth don't tell no lies\n  I never talk wit' a black tongue\n  I'm no model but I'm cold hearted\n  I'm so smart that I act dumb\n\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Millyz)\n  Bad Guy... Look...\n  Thirty Perc 30's, on alert early\n  Riding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty\n  Get the burr birdy\n  Flip the bird sturdy\n  Had these fuckin rappers,\n  Yeah you nerds heard me\n  Tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat\n  Cruise around crown royal in his cadillac\n  Black boots, black brim with the mass to match\n  Hallucinations of satan, bitch this is acid rap\n  I'm so gone, shit I'm fucking faded\n  Eye ball the ounce, I should've fuckin' weighed it\n  Put some cheese on your head get you fucking grated\n  Make a flick with your bitch, (X rated)\n  LLLLLook it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) tux\n  Don't miss me with that sissy stuff\n  Tipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut\n  I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks\n\n  Fucked up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Perced up, drinkin' out the bottle I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon)\n  I'm the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun\n  When I black out with the mac out\n  Somebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string\n  It's a G thing like the Dr.\n  And the dough, father freed my dogs on\n  Gun powder call Peter up I don't give a fuck sick 'em on his ass\n  Then I laugh it up as I feed 'em all\n  In my postal lunch, sick as fuck\n  I'm deranged, twisted brain\n  Insane in the membrane\n  I'm a fly dream on a ship maine\n  That's a blue dream with a crip mess\n  Sippin red rose with the pirule\n  You're free man with the low gain\n  Like G mail\n  What the fuck the bitches\n  If I'm stiff like a mannequin\n  It went lubed balls, and went andy dick\n  I can't stand the bitch\n  Smokin' cannibus, from Los Angeles\n  With phase up that's fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch\n  Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it\n  I'm the captive bitch immaculate with this rapper shit\n  Turn about this back wits\n  How you wack bitch\n  Baptize the jaw like a baptist\n  You fuckin lain my least slain\n  See smoke, see the flame\n  Twin millies it's point blank\n  Let 'em bang, deep brain\n\n  Chinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n"},{"id":13142281,"name":"Bad Guy Ft. Millyz & Smoke Bulga","trackName":"Bad Guy Ft. Millyz & Smoke Bulga","artistName":"Slaine","albumName":"The Boston Project","duration":249.103673,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Slaine)\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I'm an asshole\nTaken off the street right from the basement to the castle\nFrom the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international\nI'm all about the cash flow\nYou can look at how I get it\nPoppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic\nI'm a crook, yeah I'm pathetic\nI keep pushing till I get it\nGot the pedal to the metal I ain't looking where I'm headed\nCops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV\nThey got their dick hard from the bitch who sitting next to me\nListen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be\nYou can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free\nReal funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me\nI made a fire, never played guitars\nSpit my rhymes and made my bail money\nSpeak the truth don't tell no lies\nI never talk wit' a black tongue\nI'm no model but I'm cold hearted\nI'm so smart that I act dumb\n\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Millyz)\nBad Guy... Look...\nThirty Perc 30's, on alert early\nRiding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty\nGet the burr birdy\nFlip the bird sturdy\nHad these fuckin rappers,\nYeah you nerds heard me\nTear the lines and vandalize in your habitat\nCruise around crown royal in his cadillac\nBlack boots, black brim with the mass to match\nHallucinations of satan, bitch this is acid rap\nI'm so gone, shit I'm fucking faded\nEye ball the ounce, I should've fuckin' weighed it\nPut some cheese on your head get you fucking grated\nMake a flick with your bitch, (X rated)\nLLLLLook it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) tux\nDon't miss me with that sissy stuff\nTipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut\nI came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks\n\nFucked up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nPerced up, drinkin' out the bottle I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n(Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon)\nI'm the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun\nWhen I black out with the mac out\nSomebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string\nIt's a G thing like the Dr.\nAnd the dough, father freed my dogs on\nGun powder call Peter up I don't give a fuck sick 'em on his ass\nThen I laugh it up as I feed 'em all\nIn my postal lunch, sick as fuck\nI'm deranged, twisted brain\nInsane in the membrane\nI'm a fly dream on a ship maine\nThat's a blue dream with a crip mess\nSippin red rose with the pirule\nYou're free man with the low gain\nLike G mail\nWhat the fuck the bitches\nIf I'm stiff like a mannequin\nIt went lubed balls, and went andy dick\nI can't stand the bitch\nSmokin' cannibus, from Los Angeles\nWith phase up that's fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch\nGet abandon ship, this life ship going down with it\nI'm the captive bitch immaculate with this rapper shit\nTurn about this back wits\nHow you wack bitch\nBaptize the jaw like a baptist\nYou fuckin lain my least slain\nSee smoke, see the flame\nTwin millies it's point blank\nLet 'em bang, deep brain\n\nChinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\nChinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\nSomeone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bad Guy Ft. Millyz & Smoke Bulga\n  artist: Slaine\n  album: The Boston Project\n  duration_ms: 249104\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Slaine)\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I'm an asshole\n  Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle\n  From the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international\n  I'm all about the cash flow\n  You can look at how I get it\n  Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic\n  I'm a crook, yeah I'm pathetic\n  I keep pushing till I get it\n  Got the pedal to the metal I ain't looking where I'm headed\n  Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV\n  They got their dick hard from the bitch who sitting next to me\n  Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be\n  You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free\n  Real funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me\n  I made a fire, never played guitars\n  Spit my rhymes and made my bail money\n  Speak the truth don't tell no lies\n  I never talk wit' a black tongue\n  I'm no model but I'm cold hearted\n  I'm so smart that I act dumb\n\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Millyz)\n  Bad Guy... Look...\n  Thirty Perc 30's, on alert early\n  Riding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty\n  Get the burr birdy\n  Flip the bird sturdy\n  Had these fuckin rappers,\n  Yeah you nerds heard me\n  Tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat\n  Cruise around crown royal in his cadillac\n  Black boots, black brim with the mass to match\n  Hallucinations of satan, bitch this is acid rap\n  I'm so gone, shit I'm fucking faded\n  Eye ball the ounce, I should've fuckin' weighed it\n  Put some cheese on your head get you fucking grated\n  Make a flick with your bitch, (X rated)\n  LLLLLook it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) tux\n  Don't miss me with that sissy stuff\n  Tipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut\n  I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks\n\n  Fucked up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Perced up, drinkin' out the bottle I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n\n  (Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon)\n  I'm the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun\n  When I black out with the mac out\n  Somebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string\n  It's a G thing like the Dr.\n  And the dough, father freed my dogs on\n  Gun powder call Peter up I don't give a fuck sick 'em on his ass\n  Then I laugh it up as I feed 'em all\n  In my postal lunch, sick as fuck\n  I'm deranged, twisted brain\n  Insane in the membrane\n  I'm a fly dream on a ship maine\n  That's a blue dream with a crip mess\n  Sippin red rose with the pirule\n  You're free man with the low gain\n  Like G mail\n  What the fuck the bitches\n  If I'm stiff like a mannequin\n  It went lubed balls, and went andy dick\n  I can't stand the bitch\n  Smokin' cannibus, from Los Angeles\n  With phase up that's fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch\n  Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it\n  I'm the captive bitch immaculate with this rapper shit\n  Turn about this back wits\n  How you wack bitch\n  Baptize the jaw like a baptist\n  You fuckin lain my least slain\n  See smoke, see the flame\n  Twin millies it's point blank\n  Let 'em bang, deep brain\n\n  Chinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n  Chinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an asshole\n  Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes\n"}]