[{"id":7219230,"name":"Fade","trackName":"Fade","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Voodoo","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck your life\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes\nWhen it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n(Fade, nigga, fade, nigga, fade, nigga)\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes\nWhen it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n(Fade, nigga)\n-Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n-Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n-Pussy nigga, come catch a fade!\n\nMy nigga, this trick is all up in my face\nTalkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\nI'm like 'you, you serious? You never heard Qiayz?'\nSame hoes quartered in my pussy every days\nSame hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\nI don't really care how these bitches know my name\nCause I'm killin' 'em anyways\nI do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\nWhen I take your bitch to the ditches\nAnd I take her spirit right outta her feelings\nYou layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's\nHow I make bitches witness my wickedness\nI do not care, I am aware\nThese bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\nWe the new brand, Brainsick, nigga\nWhere is my head?\n\n(Twisted Insane)\nAye aye aye aye aye hold on\n\nPullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja\nBut I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna\nRidin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna\nSmokin' like the presidential green to Obama\nSick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama\nI don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\nTake the body parts are ID's said the donor?\nBut I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer\nThe dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though\nCause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones\nYou talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen\nI don't know if I could go another day with rappers loaded?\nJesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened\nSlap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin'\nCaught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin'\nBlood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\nGhost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'\nRide around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet\nFake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic\nHe ain't been seen in a while, Geoffrey Jenkins?\nTake your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\nSee me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him\nSick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\nShe be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions\nSick of niggas wolfin' on the internet\nGo dumb on a nigga, no intellect\nPut him in a box like a cigarette\nYour bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh\nFuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet\nHold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\nBrainsick, nigga, and we been the best\nCome and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\nNigga, catch a fade, nigga...\n\nPull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\nI don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands\nTake 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get off in they pants?\nI can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the\nGround like a man\nGet up in the van, been around the corner\nEverybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\nTake a minute for a nigga find about? I got the\nRight and left And you swhen I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book\nAnd I'm knockin' motherfuckers blocks off\nThese rocks hot and cookin'\nLookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\nAlways on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick\nCombination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\nJust take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay shit\nFace it, ain't nobody superman, nigga, that's real shit\nThey run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\nI don't wanna hear another motherfuckin' word about\nHow you got straps and you clack, that's bull\nBitch, nigga, come catch a fade!","syncedLyrics":"[00:26.56] Fuck your life\n[00:27.15] I need your fade, nigga\n[00:28.05] You better not close your eyes\n[00:28.90] When it's time to die\n[00:30.76] I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n[00:32.50] (Fade, nigga, fade, nigga, fade, nigga)\n[00:34.49] I need your fade, nigga\n[00:36.26] You better not close your eyes\n[00:37.38] When it's time to die\n[00:38.27] I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n[00:40.02] (Fade, nigga)\n[00:41.22] -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:48.47] -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:56.76] -Pussy nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:57.64] My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n[00:59.46] Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n[01:01.31] I'm like 'you, you serious? You never heard Qiayz?'\n[01:03.46] Same hoes quartered in my pussy every days\n[01:05.29] Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n[01:07.06] I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n[01:08.86] Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n[01:09.43] I do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n[01:12.14] When I take your bitch to the ditches\n[01:13.91] And I take her spirit right outta her feelings\n[01:16.78] You layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's\n[01:18.54] How I make bitches witness my wickedness\n[01:20.09] I do not care, I am aware\n[01:22.73] These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n[01:25.48] We the new brand, Brainsick, nigga\n[01:27.21] Where is my head?\n[01:28.16] (Twisted Insane)\n[01:28.25] Aye aye aye aye aye hold on\n[02:15.16] Pullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja\n[02:16.92] But I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna\n[02:18.15] Ridin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna\n[02:19.93] Smokin' like the presidential green to Obama\n[02:22.63] Sick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama\n[02:24.34] I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n[02:26.10] Take the body parts are ID's said the donor?\n[02:27.90] But I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer\n[02:29.71] The dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though\n[02:31.52] Cause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones\n[02:34.23] You talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen\n[02:36.09] I don't know if I could go another day with rappers loaded?\n[02:37.89] Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened\n[02:39.68] Slap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin'\n[02:41.55] Caught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin'\n[02:43.30] Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n[02:45.43] Ghost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'\n[02:47.24] Ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet\n[02:49.06] Fake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic\n[02:51.89] He ain't been seen in a while, Geoffrey Jenkins?\n[02:53.68] Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n[02:55.40] See me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him\n[02:57.29] Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n[02:59.06] She be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions\n[03:00.84] Sick of niggas wolfin' on the internet\n[03:02.69] Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n[03:05.39] Put him in a box like a cigarette\n[03:06.63] Your bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh\n[03:08.40] Fuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet\n[03:11.16] Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n[03:12.99] Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n[03:14.77] Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n[03:16.59] Nigga, catch a fade, nigga...\n[03:55.14] Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n[03:56.00] I don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands\n[03:57.81] Take 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get off in they pants?\n[03:59.69] I can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the\n[04:00.51] Ground like a man\n[04:02.32] Get up in the van, been around the corner\n[04:03.20] Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n[04:04.13] Take a minute for a nigga find about? I got the\n[04:04.75] Right and left And you swhen I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book\n[04:07.60] And I'm knockin' motherfuckers blocks off\n[04:08.62] These rocks hot and cookin'\n[04:09.62] Lookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\n[04:12.35] Always on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick\n[04:13.22] Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\n[04:15.96] Just take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay shit\n[04:17.21] Face it, ain't nobody superman, nigga, that's real shit\n[04:19.09] They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\n[04:20.85] I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin' word about\n[04:23.59] How you got straps and you clack, that's bull\n[04:24.49] Bitch, nigga, come catch a fade!\n[04:25.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fade\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Voodoo\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck your life\n  start_ms: 26560\n  end_ms: 27150\n- text: I need your fade, nigga\n  start_ms: 27150\n  end_ms: 28050\n- text: You better not close your eyes\n  start_ms: 28050\n  end_ms: 28900\n- text: When it's time to die\n  start_ms: 28900\n  end_ms: 30760\n- text: I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  start_ms: 30760\n  end_ms: 32500\n- text: (Fade, nigga, fade, nigga, fade, nigga)\n  start_ms: 32500\n  end_ms: 34490\n- text: I need your fade, nigga\n  start_ms: 34490\n  end_ms: 36260\n- text: You better not close your eyes\n  start_ms: 36260\n  end_ms: 37380\n- text: When it's time to die\n  start_ms: 37380\n  end_ms: 38270\n- text: I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  start_ms: 38270\n  end_ms: 40020\n- text: (Fade, nigga)\n  start_ms: 40020\n  end_ms: 41220\n- text: -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n  start_ms: 41220\n  end_ms: 48470\n- text: -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n  start_ms: 48470\n  end_ms: 56760\n- text: -Pussy nigga, come catch a fade!\n  start_ms: 56760\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 59460\n- text: Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n  start_ms: 59460\n  end_ms: 61310\n- text: I'm like 'you, you serious? 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You never heard Qiayz?'\n  Same hoes quartered in my pussy every days\n  Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n  I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n  I do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n  When I take your bitch to the ditches\n  And I take her spirit right outta her feelings\n  You layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's\n  How I make bitches witness my wickedness\n  I do not care, I am aware\n  These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n  We the new brand, Brainsick, nigga\n  Where is my head?\n\n  (Twisted Insane)\n  Aye aye aye aye aye hold on\n\n  Pullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja\n  But I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna\n  Ridin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna\n  Smokin' like the presidential green to Obama\n  Sick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama\n  I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n  Take the body parts are ID's said the donor?\n  But I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer\n  The dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though\n  Cause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones\n  You talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen\n  I don't know if I could go another day with rappers loaded?\n  Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened\n  Slap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin'\n  Caught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin'\n  Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n  Ghost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'\n  Ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet\n  Fake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic\n  He ain't been seen in a while, Geoffrey Jenkins?\n  Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n  See me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him\n  Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n  She be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions\n  Sick of niggas wolfin' on the internet\n  Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n  Put him in a box like a cigarette\n  Your bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh\n  Fuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet\n  Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n  Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n  Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n  Nigga, catch a fade, nigga...\n\n  Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n  I don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands\n  Take 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get off in they pants?\n  I can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the\n  Ground like a man\n  Get up in the van, been around the corner\n  Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n  Take a minute for a nigga find about? 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You never heard Qiayz?'\nSame hoes quartered in my pussy every days\nSame hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\nI don't really care how these bitches know my name\nCause I'm killin' 'em anyways\nI do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\nWhen I take your bitch to the ditches\nAnd I take her spirit right outta her feelings\nYou layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's\nHow I make bitches witness my wickedness\nI do not care, I am aware\nThese bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\nWe the new brand, Brainsick, nigga\nWhere is my head?\n\n(Twisted Insane)\nAye aye aye aye aye hold on\n\nPullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja\nBut I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna\nRidin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna\nSmokin' like the presidential green to Obama\nSick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama\nI don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\nTake the body parts are ID's said the donor?\nBut I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer\nThe dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though\nCause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones\nYou talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen\nI don't know if I could go another day with rappers loaded?\nJesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened\nSlap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin'\nCaught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin'\nBlood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\nGhost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'\nRide around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet\nFake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic\nHe ain't been seen in a while, Geoffrey Jenkins?\nTake your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\nSee me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him\nSick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\nShe be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions\nSick of niggas wolfin' on the internet\nGo dumb on a nigga, no intellect\nPut him in a box like a cigarette\nYour bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh\nFuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet\nHold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\nBrainsick, nigga, and we been the best\nCome and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\nNigga, catch a fade, nigga...\n\nPull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\nI don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands\nTake 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get off in they pants?\nI can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the\nGround like a man\nGet up in the van, been around the corner\nEverybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\nTake a minute for a nigga find about? I got the\nRight and left And you swhen I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book\nAnd I'm knockin' motherfuckers blocks off\nThese rocks hot and cookin'\nLookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\nAlways on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick\nCombination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\nJust take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay shit\nFace it, ain't nobody superman, nigga, that's real shit\nThey run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\nI don't wanna hear another motherfuckin' word about\nHow you got straps and you clack, that's bull\nBitch, nigga, come catch a fade!","syncedLyrics":"[00:26.56] Fuck your life\n[00:27.15] I need your fade, nigga\n[00:28.05] You better not close your eyes\n[00:28.90] When it's time to die\n[00:30.76] I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n[00:32.50] (fade, nigga, fade, nigga, fade, nigga)\n[00:34.49] I need your fade, nigga\n[00:36.26] You better not close your eyes\n[00:37.38] When it's time to die\n[00:38.27] I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n[00:40.02] (fade, nigga)\n[00:41.22] -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:48.47] -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:56.76] -Pussy nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:57.64] My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n[00:59.46] Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n[01:01.31] I'm like 'you, you serious? 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You never heard Qiayz?'\n  Same hoes quartered in my pussy every days\n  Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n  I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n  I do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n  When I take your bitch to the ditches\n  And I take her spirit right outta her feelings\n  You layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's\n  How I make bitches witness my wickedness\n  I do not care, I am aware\n  These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n  We the new brand, Brainsick, nigga\n  Where is my head?\n\n  (Twisted Insane)\n  Aye aye aye aye aye hold on\n\n  Pullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja\n  But I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna\n  Ridin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna\n  Smokin' like the presidential green to Obama\n  Sick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama\n  I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n  Take the body parts are ID's said the donor?\n  But I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer\n  The dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though\n  Cause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones\n  You talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen\n  I don't know if I could go another day with rappers loaded?\n  Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened\n  Slap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin'\n  Caught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin'\n  Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n  Ghost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'\n  Ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet\n  Fake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic\n  He ain't been seen in a while, Geoffrey Jenkins?\n  Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n  See me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him\n  Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n  She be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions\n  Sick of niggas wolfin' on the internet\n  Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n  Put him in a box like a cigarette\n  Your bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh\n  Fuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet\n  Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n  Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n  Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n  Nigga, catch a fade, nigga...\n\n  Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n  I don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands\n  Take 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get off in they pants?\n  I can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the\n  Ground like a man\n  Get up in the van, been around the corner\n  Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n  Take a minute for a nigga find about? I got the\n  Right and left And you swhen I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book\n  And I'm knockin' motherfuckers blocks off\n  These rocks hot and cookin'\n  Lookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\n  Always on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick\n  Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\n  Just take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay shit\n  Face it, ain't nobody superman, nigga, that's real shit\n  They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\n  I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin' word about\n  How you got straps and you clack, that's bull\n  Bitch, nigga, come catch a fade!\n"},{"id":35869992,"name":"Fade","trackName":"Fade","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO","albumName":"Voodoo","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\nTake that, take that\nRight\nFuck daddy rocks\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nMy nigga, this trick is all up in my face\nTalkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\nI'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\nSame hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\nSame hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\nI don't really care how these bitches know my name\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\nI do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\nWhen I take a bitch to the ditches\nAnd I take her spirit right out of her feelings\nShe layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\nAnd that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\nI do not care, I am aware\nThese bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\nWe the new bread\nBrainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\nBlood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\nWalked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\nSmoke him like the presidential green of Obama\nSick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\nI don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\nTake the body parts, your ID, save the donor\nBut I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\nThe demon'll haunt you\nIf anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\nOf zone to smash your hoes on microphones\nI'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\nI don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\nJesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\nSlept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\nCaught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\nBlood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\nGhost town gangster if anybody askin'\nRide around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\nFake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\nHe ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\nTake your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\nSee me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\nSick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\nShe be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\nSick of niggas woofin' on the internet\nGo dumb on a nigga, no intellect\nPut him in a box like a cigarette\nYour bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\nFuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\nHold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\nBrainsick, nigga, and we been the best\nCome and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\nNigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\nI don't wanna be the one to pull it\nIf I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\nTake 'em all up in the back and be\nThe one to wanna get it for they fans\nI could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\nRather put 'em underground like a man\nGet up in the van, bend around the corner\nEverybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\nTake a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\nYou shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\nI'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\nMookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\nAlways a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\nCombination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\nJust take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\nFace it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\nThey run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\nI don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\nWord about how you got straps and you clapped\nThat's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fade\n  artist: Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO\n  album: Voodoo\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\n  Take that, take that\n  Right\n  Fuck daddy rocks\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n  Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n  I'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\n  Same hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\n  Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n  I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n  I do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n  When I take a bitch to the ditches\n  And I take her spirit right out of her feelings\n  She layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\n  And that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\n  I do not care, I am aware\n  These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n  We the new bread\n  Brainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\n  Blood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\n  Walked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\n  Smoke him like the presidential green of Obama\n  Sick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\n  I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n  Take the body parts, your ID, save the donor\n  But I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\n  The demon'll haunt you\n  If anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\n  Of zone to smash your hoes on microphones\n  I'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\n  I don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\n  Jesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\n  Slept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\n  Caught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\n  Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n  Ghost town gangster if anybody askin'\n  Ride around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\n  Fake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\n  He ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\n  Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n  See me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\n  Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n  She be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\n  Sick of niggas woofin' on the internet\n  Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n  Put him in a box like a cigarette\n  Your bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\n  Fuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\n  Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n  Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n  Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n  Nigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n  I don't wanna be the one to pull it\n  If I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\n  Take 'em all up in the back and be\n  The one to wanna get it for they fans\n  I could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\n  Rather put 'em underground like a man\n  Get up in the van, bend around the corner\n  Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n  Take a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\n  You shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\n  I'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\n  Mookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\n  Always a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\n  Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\n  Just take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\n  Face it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\n  They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\n  I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\n  Word about how you got straps and you clapped\n  That's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n"},{"id":35869996,"name":"Fade","trackName":"Fade","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO","albumName":"Voodoo","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\nTake that, take that\nRight\nFuck daddy rocks\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nMy nigga, this trick is all up in my face\nTalkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\nI'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\nSame hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\nSame hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\nI don't really care how these bitches know my name\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\nI do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\nWhen I take a bitch to the ditches\nAnd I take her spirit right out of her feelings\nShe layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\nAnd that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\nI do not care, I am aware\nThese bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\nWe the new bread\nBrainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\nBlood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\nWalked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\nSmoke him like the presidential green of Obama\nSick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\nI don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\nTake the body parts, your ID, save the donor\nBut I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\nThe demon'll haunt you\nIf anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\nOf zone to smash your hoes on microphones\nI'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\nI don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\nJesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\nSlept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\nCaught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\nBlood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\nGhost town gangster if anybody askin'\nRide around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\nFake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\nHe ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\nTake your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\nSee me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\nSick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\nShe be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\nSick of niggas woofin' on the internet\nGo dumb on a nigga, no intellect\nPut him in a box like a cigarette\nYour bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\nFuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\nHold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\nBrainsick, nigga, and we been the best\nCome and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\nNigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\nI don't wanna be the one to pull it\nIf I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\nTake 'em all up in the back and be\nThe one to wanna get it for they fans\nI could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\nRather put 'em underground like a man\nGet up in the van, bend around the corner\nEverybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\nTake a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\nYou shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\nI'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\nMookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\nAlways a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\nCombination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\nJust take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\nFace it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\nThey run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\nI don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\nWord about how you got straps and you clapped\nThat's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fade\n  artist: Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO\n  album: Voodoo\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\n  Take that, take that\n  Right\n  Fuck daddy rocks\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n  Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n  I'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\n  Same hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\n  Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n  I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n  I do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n  When I take a bitch to the ditches\n  And I take her spirit right out of her feelings\n  She layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\n  And that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\n  I do not care, I am aware\n  These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n  We the new bread\n  Brainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\n  Blood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\n  Walked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\n  Smoke him like the presidential green of Obama\n  Sick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\n  I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n  Take the body parts, your ID, save the donor\n  But I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\n  The demon'll haunt you\n  If anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\n  Of zone to smash your hoes on microphones\n  I'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\n  I don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\n  Jesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\n  Slept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\n  Caught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\n  Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n  Ghost town gangster if anybody askin'\n  Ride around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\n  Fake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\n  He ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\n  Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n  See me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\n  Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n  She be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\n  Sick of niggas woofin' on the internet\n  Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n  Put him in a box like a cigarette\n  Your bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\n  Fuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\n  Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n  Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n  Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n  Nigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n  I don't wanna be the one to pull it\n  If I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\n  Take 'em all up in the back and be\n  The one to wanna get it for they fans\n  I could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\n  Rather put 'em underground like a man\n  Get up in the van, bend around the corner\n  Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n  Take a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\n  You shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\n  I'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\n  Mookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\n  Always a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\n  Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\n  Just take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\n  Face it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\n  They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\n  I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\n  Word about how you got straps and you clapped\n  That's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n"},{"id":35869998,"name":"Fade","trackName":"Fade","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO","albumName":"Voodoo","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\nTake that, take that\nRight\nFuck daddy rocks\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nMy nigga, this trick is all up in my face\nTalkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\nI'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\nSame hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\nSame hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\nI don't really care how these bitches know my name\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\nI do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\nWhen I take a bitch to the ditches\nAnd I take her spirit right out of her feelings\nShe layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\nAnd that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\nI do not care, I am aware\nThese bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\nWe the new bread\nBrainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\nBlood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\nWalked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\nSmoke him like the presidential green of Obama\nSick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\nI don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\nTake the body parts, your ID, save the donor\nBut I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\nThe demon'll haunt you\nIf anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\nOf zone to smash your hoes on microphones\nI'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\nI don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\nJesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\nSlept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\nCaught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\nBlood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\nGhost town gangster if anybody askin'\nRide around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\nFake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\nHe ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\nTake your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\nSee me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\nSick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\nShe be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\nSick of niggas woofin' on the internet\nGo dumb on a nigga, no intellect\nPut him in a box like a cigarette\nYour bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\nFuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\nHold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\nBrainsick, nigga, and we been the best\nCome and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\nNigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\nI don't wanna be the one to pull it\nIf I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\nTake 'em all up in the back and be\nThe one to wanna get it for they fans\nI could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\nRather put 'em underground like a man\nGet up in the van, bend around the corner\nEverybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\nTake a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\nYou shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\nI'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\nMookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\nAlways a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\nCombination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\nJust take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\nFace it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\nThey run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\nI don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\nWord about how you got straps and you clapped\nThat's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fade\n  artist: Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO\n  album: Voodoo\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\n  Take that, take that\n  Right\n  Fuck daddy rocks\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n  Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n  I'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\n  Same hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\n  Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n  I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n  I do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n  When I take a bitch to the ditches\n  And I take her spirit right out of her feelings\n  She layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\n  And that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\n  I do not care, I am aware\n  These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n  We the new bread\n  Brainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\n  Blood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\n  Walked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\n  Smoke him like the presidential green of Obama\n  Sick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\n  I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n  Take the body parts, your ID, save the donor\n  But I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\n  The demon'll haunt you\n  If anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\n  Of zone to smash your hoes on microphones\n  I'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\n  I don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\n  Jesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\n  Slept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\n  Caught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\n  Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n  Ghost town gangster if anybody askin'\n  Ride around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\n  Fake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\n  He ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\n  Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n  See me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\n  Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n  She be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\n  Sick of niggas woofin' on the internet\n  Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n  Put him in a box like a cigarette\n  Your bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\n  Fuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\n  Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n  Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n  Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n  Nigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n  I don't wanna be the one to pull it\n  If I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\n  Take 'em all up in the back and be\n  The one to wanna get it for they fans\n  I could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\n  Rather put 'em underground like a man\n  Get up in the van, bend around the corner\n  Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n  Take a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\n  You shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\n  I'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\n  Mookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\n  Always a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\n  Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\n  Just take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\n  Face it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\n  They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\n  I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\n  Word about how you got straps and you clapped\n  That's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n"},{"id":35869989,"name":"Fade","trackName":"Fade","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO","albumName":"Voodoo","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\nTake that, take that\nRight\nFuck daddy rocks\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nMy nigga, this trick is all up in my face\nTalkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\nI'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\nSame hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\nSame hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\nI don't really care how these bitches know my name\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\nI do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\nWhen I take a bitch to the ditches\nAnd I take her spirit right out of her feelings\nShe layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\nAnd that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\nI do not care, I am aware\nThese bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\nWe the new bread\nBrainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\nBlood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\nWalked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\nSmoke him like the presidential green of Obama\nSick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\nI don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\nTake the body parts, your ID, save the donor\nBut I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\nThe demon'll haunt you\nIf anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\nOf zone to smash your hoes on microphones\nI'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\nI don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\nJesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\nSlept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\nCaught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\nBlood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\nGhost town gangster if anybody askin'\nRide around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\nFake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\nHe ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\nTake your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\nSee me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\nSick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\nShe be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\nSick of niggas woofin' on the internet\nGo dumb on a nigga, no intellect\nPut him in a box like a cigarette\nYour bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\nFuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\nHold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\nBrainsick, nigga, and we been the best\nCome and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\nNigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\nI don't wanna be the one to pull it\nIf I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\nTake 'em all up in the back and be\nThe one to wanna get it for they fans\nI could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\nRather put 'em underground like a man\nGet up in the van, bend around the corner\nEverybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\nTake a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\nYou shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\nI'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\nMookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\nAlways a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\nCombination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\nJust take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\nFace it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\nThey run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\nI don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\nWord about how you got straps and you clapped\nThat's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fade\n  artist: Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO\n  album: Voodoo\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\n  Take that, take that\n  Right\n  Fuck daddy rocks\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n  Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n  I'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\n  Same hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\n  Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n  I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n  I do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n  When I take a bitch to the ditches\n  And I take her spirit right out of her feelings\n  She layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\n  And that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\n  I do not care, I am aware\n  These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n  We the new bread\n  Brainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\n  Blood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\n  Walked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\n  Smoke him like the presidential green of Obama\n  Sick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\n  I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n  Take the body parts, your ID, save the donor\n  But I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\n  The demon'll haunt you\n  If anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\n  Of zone to smash your hoes on microphones\n  I'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\n  I don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\n  Jesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\n  Slept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\n  Caught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\n  Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n  Ghost town gangster if anybody askin'\n  Ride around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\n  Fake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\n  He ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\n  Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n  See me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\n  Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n  She be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\n  Sick of niggas woofin' on the internet\n  Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n  Put him in a box like a cigarette\n  Your bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\n  Fuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\n  Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n  Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n  Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n  Nigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n  I don't wanna be the one to pull it\n  If I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\n  Take 'em all up in the back and be\n  The one to wanna get it for they fans\n  I could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\n  Rather put 'em underground like a man\n  Get up in the van, bend around the corner\n  Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n  Take a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\n  You shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\n  I'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\n  Mookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\n  Always a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\n  Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\n  Just take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\n  Face it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\n  They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\n  I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\n  Word about how you got straps and you clapped\n  That's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n"},{"id":35869994,"name":"Fade","trackName":"Fade","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO","albumName":"Voodoo","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\nTake that, take that\nRight\nFuck daddy rocks\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nMy nigga, this trick is all up in my face\nTalkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\nI'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\nSame hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\nSame hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\nI don't really care how these bitches know my name\n'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\nI do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\nWhen I take a bitch to the ditches\nAnd I take her spirit right out of her feelings\nShe layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\nAnd that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\nI do not care, I am aware\nThese bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\nWe the new bread\nBrainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\nBlood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\nWalked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\nSmoke him like the presidential green of Obama\nSick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\nI don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\nTake the body parts, your ID, save the donor\nBut I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\nThe demon'll haunt you\nIf anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\nOf zone to smash your hoes on microphones\nI'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\nI don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\nJesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\nSlept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\nCaught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\nBlood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\nGhost town gangster if anybody askin'\nRide around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\nFake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\nHe ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\nTake your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\nSee me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\nSick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\nShe be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\nSick of niggas woofin' on the internet\nGo dumb on a nigga, no intellect\nPut him in a box like a cigarette\nYour bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\nFuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\nHold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\nBrainsick, nigga, and we been the best\nCome and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\nNigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\nPull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\nI don't wanna be the one to pull it\nIf I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\nTake 'em all up in the back and be\nThe one to wanna get it for they fans\nI could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\nRather put 'em underground like a man\nGet up in the van, bend around the corner\nEverybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\nTake a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\nYou shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\nI'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\nMookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\nAlways a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\nCombination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\nJust take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\nFace it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\nThey run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\nI don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\nWord about how you got straps and you clapped\nThat's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes when it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nBitch nigga, come catch a fade\nPussy nigga, come catch a fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fade\n  artist: Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress, ISO\n  album: Voodoo\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Fuck your life, I need your life, nigga\n  Take that, take that\n  Right\n  Fuck daddy rocks\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n  Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n  I'm like, \"Yo, you serious? You never heard Yay?\"\n  Same hoes quoted in my pussy eater days\n  Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n  I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n  'Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n  I do not feel up no bitch unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n  When I take a bitch to the ditches\n  And I take her spirit right out of her feelings\n  She layin' there shiverin', I stomp her chin in\n  And that's how I make bitches witness my wickedness\n  I do not care, I am aware\n  These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n  We the new bread\n  Brainsick, nigga, where is my head?\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up off the liquor that I drink and the ganja\n  Blood, I'm never woofin', you can be what you wanna\n  Walked in with the heater on me, he's in the sauna\n  Smoke him like the presidential green of Obama\n  Sick of the niggas that wouldn't be comin' to me with the drama\n  I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n  Take the body parts, your ID, save the donor\n  But I really want the fade like black jeans in the washer\n  The demon'll haunt you\n  If anybody try me though 'cause I be on a type\n  Of zone to smash your hoes on microphones\n  I'm talkin' 'til your life is gone and pop a bunch of ibuprofen\n  I don't know if I can go another day with weapons loaded\n  Jesus told me I've exploded, I don't know what happened\n  Slept with nigga people, told me I was only rappin'\n  Caught him at his show and had to wop him, he was yappin'\n  Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n  Ghost town gangster if anybody askin'\n  Ride around dolo in the bucket with the ratchet\n  Fake fuck boy like a dick that's plastic\n  He ain't been seen in a while, Jeffrey Atkins\n  Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n  See me with the bitch, you think I hit? You better ask him\n  Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n  She be gettin' flipped like a ship with no fractions\n  Sick of niggas woofin' on the internet\n  Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n  Put him in a box like a cigarette\n  Your bitch wanna join me like some Winterfresh\n  Fuck you rappin' ass niggas but I been a vet\n  Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n  Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n  Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n  Nigga, catch a fade, nigga\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n  I don't wanna be the one to pull it\n  If I gotta do it, I'ma use the hands\n  Take 'em all up in the back and be\n  The one to wanna get it for they fans\n  I could put the pistol on 'em but I'd\n  Rather put 'em underground like a man\n  Get up in the van, bend around the corner\n  Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n  Take a minute for a nigga, find it, but I got a right and left hook in\n  You shook when I hop up on nothin' but hands and you bookin'\n  I'm like a motherfucker's blocks off these rocks, hot and cookin'\n  Mookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\n  Always a wolf in disrespect but never with the Brainsick\n  Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\n  Just take 'em in the backyard, money act hard and I slay shit\n  Face it, ain't nobody Superman, nigga, that's real shit\n  They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\n  I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin'\n  Word about how you got straps and you clapped\n  That's bull, bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  I need your fade, nigga\n  You better not close your eyes when it's time to die\n  I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Bitch nigga, come catch a fade\n  Pussy nigga, come catch a fade\n"},{"id":7219229,"name":"Fade (feat. Qiayz La Beastress & Iso)","trackName":"Fade (feat. Qiayz La Beastress & Iso)","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Qiayz La Beastress & ISO","albumName":"Voodoo","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Fuck your life\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes\nWhen it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n(Fade, nigga, fade, nigga, fade, nigga)\nI need your fade, nigga\nYou better not close your eyes\nWhen it's time to die\nI need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n(Fade, nigga)\n-Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n-Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n-Pussy nigga, come catch a fade!\n\nMy nigga, this trick is all up in my face\nTalkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\nI'm like 'you, you serious? You never heard Qiayz?'\nSame hoes quartered in my pussy every days\nSame hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\nI don't really care how these bitches know my name\nCause I'm killin' 'em anyways\nI do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\nWhen I take your bitch to the ditches\nAnd I take her spirit right outta her feelings\nYou layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's\nHow I make bitches witness my wickedness\nI do not care, I am aware\nThese bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\nWe the new brand, Brainsick, nigga\nWhere is my head?\n\n(Twisted Insane)\nAye aye aye aye aye hold on\n\nPullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja\nBut I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna\nRidin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna\nSmokin' like the presidential green to Obama\nSick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama\nI don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\nTake the body parts are ID's said the donor?\nBut I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer\nThe dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though\nCause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones\nYou talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen\nI don't know if I could go another day with rappers loaded?\nJesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened\nSlap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin'\nCaught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin'\nBlood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\nGhost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'\nRide around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet\nFake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic\nHe ain't been seen in a while, Geoffrey Jenkins?\nTake your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\nSee me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him\nSick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\nShe be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions\nSick of niggas wolfin' on the internet\nGo dumb on a nigga, no intellect\nPut him in a box like a cigarette\nYour bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh\nFuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet\nHold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\nBrainsick, nigga, and we been the best\nCome and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\nNigga, catch a fade, nigga...\n\nPull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\nI don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands\nTake 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get off in they pants?\nI can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the\nGround like a man\nGet up in the van, been around the corner\nEverybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\nTake a minute for a nigga find about? I got the\nRight and left And you swhen I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book\nAnd I'm knockin' motherfuckers blocks off\nThese rocks hot and cookin'\nLookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\nAlways on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick\nCombination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\nJust take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay shit\nFace it, ain't nobody superman, nigga, that's real shit\nThey run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\nI don't wanna hear another motherfuckin' word about\nHow you got straps and you clack, that's bull\nBitch, nigga, come catch a fade!","syncedLyrics":"[00:26.56] Fuck your life\n[00:27.15] I need your fade, nigga\n[00:28.05] You better not close your eyes\n[00:28.90] When it's time to die\n[00:30.76] I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n[00:32.50] (Fade, nigga, fade, nigga, fade, nigga)\n[00:34.49] I need your fade, nigga\n[00:36.26] You better not close your eyes\n[00:37.38] When it's time to die\n[00:38.27] I need your motherfuckin' fade, nigga\n[00:40.02] (Fade, nigga)\n[00:41.22] -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:48.47] -Bitch nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:56.76] -Pussy nigga, come catch a fade!\n[00:57.64] My nigga, this trick is all up in my face\n[00:59.46] Talkin' 'bout she never heard my motherfuckin' name\n[01:01.31] I'm like 'you, you serious? You never heard Qiayz?'\n[01:03.46] Same hoes quartered in my pussy every days\n[01:05.29] Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n[01:07.06] I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n[01:08.86] Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n[01:09.43] I do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n[01:12.14] When I take your bitch to the ditches\n[01:13.91] And I take her spirit right outta her feelings\n[01:16.78] You layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's\n[01:18.54] How I make bitches witness my wickedness\n[01:20.09] I do not care, I am aware\n[01:22.73] These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n[01:25.48] We the new brand, Brainsick, nigga\n[01:27.21] Where is my head?\n[01:28.16] (Twisted Insane)\n[01:28.25] Aye aye aye aye aye hold on\n[02:15.16] Pullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja\n[02:16.92] But I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna\n[02:18.15] Ridin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna\n[02:19.93] Smokin' like the presidential green to Obama\n[02:22.63] Sick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama\n[02:24.34] I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n[02:26.10] Take the body parts are ID's said the donor?\n[02:27.90] But I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer\n[02:29.71] The dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though\n[02:31.52] Cause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones\n[02:34.23] You talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen\n[02:36.09] I don't know if I could go another day with rappers loaded?\n[02:37.89] Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened\n[02:39.68] Slap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin'\n[02:41.55] Caught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin'\n[02:43.30] Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n[02:45.43] Ghost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'\n[02:47.24] Ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet\n[02:49.06] Fake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic\n[02:51.89] He ain't been seen in a while, Geoffrey Jenkins?\n[02:53.68] Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n[02:55.40] See me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him\n[02:57.29] Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n[02:59.06] She be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions\n[03:00.84] Sick of niggas wolfin' on the internet\n[03:02.69] Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n[03:05.39] Put him in a box like a cigarette\n[03:06.63] Your bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh\n[03:08.40] Fuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet\n[03:11.16] Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n[03:12.99] Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n[03:14.77] Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n[03:16.59] Nigga, catch a fade, nigga...\n[03:55.14] Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n[03:56.00] I don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands\n[03:57.81] Take 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get off in they pants?\n[03:59.69] I can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the\n[04:00.51] Ground like a man\n[04:02.32] Get up in the van, been around the corner\n[04:03.20] Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n[04:04.13] Take a minute for a nigga find about? I got the\n[04:04.75] Right and left And you swhen I hop up with nothin' but hands and you book\n[04:07.60] And I'm knockin' motherfuckers blocks off\n[04:08.62] These rocks hot and cookin'\n[04:09.62] Lookin' ass niggas and bitches never get up and say shit\n[04:12.35] Always on wolfin' disrespect but never with the Brainsick\n[04:13.22] Combination makin' everybody hit the ground, no AK shit\n[04:15.96] Just take 'em in the backyard when they act hard and I slay shit\n[04:17.21] Face it, ain't nobody superman, nigga, that's real shit\n[04:19.09] They run up on a nigga like me, they best have grenades\n[04:20.85] I don't wanna hear another motherfuckin' word about\n[04:23.59] How you got straps and you clack, that's bull\n[04:24.49] Bitch, nigga, come catch a fade!\n[04:25.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fade (feat. 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You never heard Qiayz?'\n  Same hoes quartered in my pussy every days\n  Same hoes approachin' me when I get off the stage\n  I don't really care how these bitches know my name\n  Cause I'm killin' 'em anyways\n  I do not fill up no bitch, unless it is a bitch I be whippin'\n  When I take your bitch to the ditches\n  And I take her spirit right outta her feelings\n  You layin' and shiverin', I stomp her chin and that's\n  How I make bitches witness my wickedness\n  I do not care, I am aware\n  These bitches is scared, these niggas is dead\n  We the new brand, Brainsick, nigga\n  Where is my head?\n\n  (Twisted Insane)\n  Aye aye aye aye aye hold on\n\n  Pullin' out the liquor that I drink and a ganja\n  But I'm never wolfin', you could be what you wanna\n  Ridin' with the heater, I mean he's in a sauna\n  Smokin' like the presidential green to Obama\n  Sick of the niggas who wanna be comin' at me with the drama\n  I don't be givin' a fuck about anyone, please, you're a goner\n  Take the body parts are ID's said the donor?\n  But I really want the fade like black jeans in a washer\n  The dream that'll haunt ya, if anybody try me though\n  Cause I be on the type of zone that's ratchet hoes and microphones\n  You talkin' till your life is gone and pop a bunch of Ibuprofen\n  I don't know if I could go another day with rappers loaded?\n  Jesus, homie, I just quoted, I don't know what happened\n  Slap a nigga, people told me I was only rappin'\n  Caught him by the show and had to whop him, he was yappin'\n  Blood all over me and don't nobody know what happened\n  Ghost Town Gangsta if anybody askin'\n  Ride around dolo in a bucket with a ratchet\n  Fake fuckboy like a dick that's plastic\n  He ain't been seen in a while, Geoffrey Jenkins?\n  Take your bitch and eat the pussy good, messy napkin\n  See me with a bitch and take a hit, you better ask him\n  Sick of niggas trippin' on a bitch, that's some wack shit\n  She be gettin' flipped like a ship with them fractions\n  Sick of niggas wolfin' on the internet\n  Go dumb on a nigga, no intellect\n  Put him in a box like a cigarette\n  Your bitch wanna chew me like some Winterfresh\n  Fuck you rappin' ass niggas, blood, I been a vet\n  Hold up, pussy nigga, I ain't finished yet\n  Brainsick, nigga, and we been the best\n  Come and meet the devil, nigga, in the flesh\n  Nigga, catch a fade, nigga...\n\n  Pull up on 'em with the heater up in the apartment\n  I don't wanna be the one to pull it, if I gotta do it, I'mma use the hands\n  Take 'em all up in the back and beat 'em one on one and get off in they pants?\n  I can pull the pistol on 'em but I rather put 'em on the\n  Ground like a man\n  Get up in the van, been around the corner\n  Everybody lookin' for an ass whoopin'\n  Take a minute for a nigga find about? 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