[{"id":7218507,"name":"Fee Fi Fo Fum","trackName":"Fee Fi Fo Fum","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"The Last Demon","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Twinkle, twinkle, little star\nHow I wonder who you are\nUp above the world so high\nLike a diamond in the sky\n\nBrain!\n\nI pull up on you niggas with the 50 with me, buzzin' off a bottle\nWith a model with me, lipstick on my dick\nTwisted in the bitch, while eatin' fish and grits\nAnd some may call me sick\nI'm nobody which you wanna be with, you'll get the mitts\nAnd listen to me, when they ready to kill\nGo out and do it, if nobody movin'\nTell me would you put one in his noodle?\nSneak up into his house while he's sleepin'\nHow 'bout this freakin' machete, I'm on my Freddy\nAnd kill his kit and caboodle\nI'm spittin' venomous doodoo, rippin' bodies to pieces\nNow feel my telekinesis, I leave 'em layin' in feces\nI'm sicker than all of the demons, go even preach if you want to\nMy wicked will always haunt you so keep on prayin' to Jesus\nPeople was pilin' up 'cause I'm overdosin' on killin'\nMy homicidal reaction, I make 'em reach for they strap\nEither that or get to runnin which homie give up they bat\nI keep up with the gangstas till I can go to the back\nForever holdin' a gnat, whenever they wanna\nPut me to the test, I make 'em rest in the cemetery, you're done\nBuddy somebody really shoulda' told you I diminish you\nHomie, it's never finishin', shit has only begun\nAnd I am one of them ones that raised up right from the slum\nI'm comin' from the abyss and drinkin' gorilla piss\nNow homie, don't get me pissed, I'm knowin you like your music and ridin' for all your people but they ain't fuckin' with this\nBet they wanna get with me, well now ain't that about a bitch?\nThey tell me that it's over when the fat lady sing\nBut, add up all the money that the fat lady bring\nI'mma have to go and make a naked fat lady team\nI told you I be runnin' off of diesel\nFire breathing dragon, I'mma spit it with the gasoline\nMy nigga, you can come with an army\nIt don't really matter 'cause the Brainsick will smash your team\nBrain!\n\nFee fo fi fum\nRunnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun!\nFee fo fi fum\nA hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run!\nFee fo fi fum\nCome kick it with us, we off of that yack\nAnd we finna puff that weed in that sack\nIf they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat\nFee fo fi fum!\n\nI pull up on a nigga with the Mac upon the avenue\nRun up off the Henny with the natty and the attitude\nLeave a nigga wet like my cigarette, bloody red\nMurder a nigga, not givin' a fuck, then let the homie laugh at you!\nPull up at the bar, blood and all already had a few\nCatch 'em in the grim room, then I get to stabbin' you\nEver kill a nigga in the room with the mirror, look up out it\nThen you swear to God the devil lookin' back at you\nPack a few guns, but I beat a nigga black and blue\nI could give a fuck about your son, blood, I'm an animal\nCannibal, ain't nobody waitin' on, they tell 'em to\nTalk, talk, till he dead, blood up on my mandibles\nMan are you crazy? Panoramic camera view\nTurned hiphop to a motherfuckin' panic room\nAnd I shoot babies, tell your son, edible\nI'm equivalent to Satan rockin' up a Santa suit\nHandle you, hatin' niggas tryna give me feedback\nTalk about religion but, I do not believe that\nYou can suck a sick dick, go and buy some knee pads\nFuck a nigga, smoke your whole hood like a weed bag\nKill up and I'm ballin' nigga, you won't need a lead pass\nKeep twin Glocks in the [?] call em' heat pads\nPut your money where your mouth is, with your weak ass\nPut 'em in the bottom of the sea where the reef at\nWorkin' for the Brainsick, Dead Gang strange shit\nHottest in the city for your fuckin' information\nHaven't met in real life, fuckin' mental patient\nNigga talk down till they dead up in the basement\nTold 'em I'm a fire breathing dragon, keep on brackin' for the\nNiggas, spittin like I had gasoline\nYou can try to come with an army, it don't really matter\n'Cause the Brainsick will smash your team\nBrain!\n\nFee fo fi fum\nRunnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun!\nFee fo fi fum\nA hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run!\nFee fo fi fum\nCome kick it with us, we off of that yack\nAnd we finna puff that weed in that sack\nIf they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat\nFee fo fi fum!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.09] Twinkle, twinkle, little star\n[00:04.13] How I wonder who you are\n[00:07.72] Up above the world so high\n[00:10.97] Like a diamond in the sky\n[00:14.52] Brain!\n[00:45.83] I pull up on you niggas with the 50 with me, buzzin' off a bottle\n[00:47.64] With a model with me, lipstick on my dick\n[00:49.43] Twisted in the bitch, while eatin' fish and grits\n[00:51.39] And some may call me sick\n[00:53.29] I'm nobody which you wanna be with, you'll get the mitts\n[00:54.29] And listen to me, when they ready to kill\n[00:55.16] Go out and do it, if nobody movin'\n[00:56.06] Tell me would you put one in his noodle?\n[00:57.03] Sneak up into his house while he's sleepin'\n[00:58.94] How 'bout this freakin' machete, I'm on my Freddy\n[01:00.24] And kill his kit and caboodle\n[01:00.92] I'm spittin' venomous doodoo, rippin' bodies to pieces\n[01:02.77] Now feel my telekinesis, I leave 'em layin' in feces\n[01:04.78] I'm sicker than all of the demons, go even preach if you want to\n[01:06.50] My wicked will always haunt you so keep on prayin' to Jesus\n[01:08.45] People was pilin' up 'cause I'm overdosin' on killin'\n[01:10.40] My homicidal reaction, I make 'em reach for they strap\n[01:12.47] Either that or get to runnin which homie give up they bat\n[01:14.16] I keep up with the gangstas till I can go to the back\n[01:16.17] Forever holdin' a gnat, whenever they wanna\n[01:17.78] Put me to the test, I make 'em rest in the cemetery, you're done\n[01:19.94] Buddy somebody really shoulda' told you I diminish you\n[01:22.70] Homie, it's never finishin', shit has only begun\n[01:23.83] And I am one of them ones that raised up right from the slum\n[01:25.70] I'm comin' from the abyss and drinkin' gorilla piss\n[01:27.42] Now homie, don't get me pissed, I'm knowin you like your music and ridin' for all your people but they ain't fuckin' with this\n[01:32.03] Bet they wanna get with me, well now ain't that about a bitch?\n[01:33.44] They tell me that it's over when the fat lady sing\n[01:35.24] But, add up all the money that the fat lady bring\n[01:36.91] I'mma have to go and make a naked fat lady team\n[01:39.06] I told you I be runnin' off of diesel\n[01:40.78] Fire breathing dragon, I'mma spit it with the gasoline\n[01:42.56] My nigga, you can come with an army\n[01:44.49] It don't really matter 'cause the Brainsick will smash your team\n[01:46.77] Brain!\n[01:47.65] Fee fo fi fum\n[01:48.38] Runnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun!\n[01:50.84] Fee fo fi fum\n[01:52.12] A hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run!\n[01:54.62] Fee fo fi fum\n[01:55.68] Come kick it with us, we off of that yack\n[01:57.57] And we finna puff that weed in that sack\n[01:59.54] If they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat\n[02:01.66] Fee fo fi fum!\n[02:17.65] I pull up on a nigga with the Mac upon the avenue\n[02:19.04] Run up off the Henny with the natty and the attitude\n[02:21.00] Leave a nigga wet like my cigarette, bloody red\n[02:22.87] Murder a nigga, not givin' a fuck, then let the homie laugh at you!\n[02:24.71] Pull up at the bar, blood and all already had a few\n[02:26.67] Catch 'em in the grim room, then I get to stabbin' you\n[02:28.53] Ever kill a nigga in the room with the mirror, look up out it\n[02:30.78] Then you swear to God the devil lookin' back at you\n[02:32.41] Pack a few guns, but I beat a nigga black and blue\n[02:34.54] I could give a fuck about your son, blood, I'm an animal\n[02:36.22] Cannibal, ain't nobody waitin' on, they tell 'em to\n[02:38.01] Talk, talk, till he dead, blood up on my mandibles\n[02:40.06] Man are you crazy? Panoramic camera view\n[02:41.76] Turned hiphop to a motherfuckin' panic room\n[02:43.85] And I shoot babies, tell your son, edible\n[02:45.81] I'm equivalent to Satan rockin' up a Santa suit\n[02:47.67] Handle you, hatin' niggas tryna give me feedback\n[02:49.52] Talk about religion but, I do not believe that\n[02:51.39] You can suck a sick dick, go and buy some knee pads\n[02:53.23] Fuck a nigga, smoke your whole hood like a weed bag\n[02:55.32] Kill up and I'm ballin' nigga, you won't need a lead pass\n[02:57.37] Keep twin Glocks in the [?] call em' heat pads\n[02:59.19] Put your money where your mouth is, with your weak ass\n[03:01.10] Put 'em in the bottom of the sea where the reef at\n[03:02.91] Workin' for the Brainsick, Dead Gang strange shit\n[03:04.82] Hottest in the city for your fuckin' information\n[03:06.72] Haven't met in real life, fuckin' mental patient\n[03:08.70] Nigga talk down till they dead up in the basement\n[03:10.59] Told 'em I'm a fire breathing dragon, keep on brackin' for the\n[03:12.46] Niggas, spittin like I had gasoline\n[03:14.46] You can try to come with an army, it don't really matter\n[03:16.94] 'Cause the Brainsick will smash your team\n[03:18.31] Brain!\n[03:19.77] Fee fo fi fum\n[03:20.31] Runnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun!\n[03:22.22] Fee fo fi fum\n[03:23.54] A hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run!\n[03:26.04] Fee fo fi fum\n[03:28.71] Come kick it with us, we off of that yack\n[03:29.85] And we finna puff that weed in that sack\n[03:30.88] If they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat\n[03:31.93] Fee fo fi fum!\n[03:33.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fee Fi Fo Fum\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: The Last Demon\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Twinkle, twinkle, little star\n  start_ms: 1090\n  end_ms: 4130\n- text: How I wonder who you are\n  start_ms: 4130\n  end_ms: 7720\n- text: Up above the world so high\n  start_ms: 7720\n  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eatin' fish and grits\n  And some may call me sick\n  I'm nobody which you wanna be with, you'll get the mitts\n  And listen to me, when they ready to kill\n  Go out and do it, if nobody movin'\n  Tell me would you put one in his noodle?\n  Sneak up into his house while he's sleepin'\n  How 'bout this freakin' machete, I'm on my Freddy\n  And kill his kit and caboodle\n  I'm spittin' venomous doodoo, rippin' bodies to pieces\n  Now feel my telekinesis, I leave 'em layin' in feces\n  I'm sicker than all of the demons, go even preach if you want to\n  My wicked will always haunt you so keep on prayin' to Jesus\n  People was pilin' up 'cause I'm overdosin' on killin'\n  My homicidal reaction, I make 'em reach for they strap\n  Either that or get to runnin which homie give up they bat\n  I keep up with the gangstas till I can go to the back\n  Forever holdin' a gnat, whenever they wanna\n  Put me to the test, I make 'em rest in the cemetery, you're done\n  Buddy somebody really shoulda' 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109510\n  end_ms: 112010\n- text: Fee fo fi fum\n  start_ms: 112010\n  end_ms: 112940\n- text: A hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run!\n  start_ms: 112940\n  end_ms: 116160\n- text: Fee fo fi fum\n  start_ms: 116160\n  end_ms: 116820\n- text: Come kick it with us, we off of that yack\n  start_ms: 116820\n  end_ms: 118720\n- text: And we finna puff that weed in that sack\n  start_ms: 118720\n  end_ms: 120530\n- text: If they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat\n  start_ms: 120530\n  end_ms: 122410\n- text: Fee fo fi fum!\n  start_ms: 122410\n  end_ms: 138970\n- text: I pull up on a nigga with the Mac upon the avenue\n  start_ms: 138970\n  end_ms: 140020\n- text: Run up off the Henny with the natty and the attitude\n  start_ms: 140020\n  end_ms: 142030\n- text: Leave a nigga wet like my cigarette, bloody red\n  start_ms: 142030\n  end_ms: 143940\n- text: Murder a nigga, not givin' a fuck, then let the homie laugh at you!\n  start_ms: 143940\n  end_ms: 145890\n- text: Pull up at the bar, blood and all already had a few\n  start_ms: 145890\n  end_ms: 147750\n- text: Catch 'em in the grim room, then I get to stabbin' you\n  start_ms: 147750\n  end_ms: 149790\n- text: Ever kill a nigga in the room with the mirror, look up out it\n  start_ms: 149790\n  end_ms: 151640\n- text: Then you swear to God the devil lookin' back at you\n  start_ms: 151640\n  end_ms: 153490\n- text: Pack a few guns, but I beat a nigga black and blue\n  start_ms: 153490\n  end_ms: 155470\n- text: I could give a fuck about your son, blood, I'm an animal\n  start_ms: 155470\n  end_ms: 157680\n- text: Cannibal, ain't nobody waitin' on, they tell 'em to\n  start_ms: 157680\n  end_ms: 159190\n- text: Talk, talk, till he dead, blood up on my mandibles\n  start_ms: 159190\n  end_ms: 161100\n- text: Man are you crazy? Panoramic camera view\n  start_ms: 161100\n  end_ms: 162930\n- text: Turned hiphop to a motherfuckin' panic room\n  start_ms: 162930\n  end_ms: 165070\n- text: And I shoot babies, tell your son, edible\n  start_ms: 165070\n  end_ms: 166760\n- text: I'm equivalent to Satan rockin' up a Santa suit\n  start_ms: 166760\n  end_ms: 168760\n- text: Handle you, hatin' niggas tryna give me feedback\n  start_ms: 168760\n  end_ms: 170610\n- text: Talk about religion but, I do not believe that\n  start_ms: 170610\n  end_ms: 172540\n- text: You can suck a sick dick, go and buy some knee pads\n  start_ms: 172540\n  end_ms: 174520\n- text: Fuck a nigga, smoke your whole hood like a weed bag\n  start_ms: 174520\n  end_ms: 176470\n- text: Kill up and I'm ballin' nigga, you won't need a lead pass\n  start_ms: 176470\n  end_ms: 178210\n- text: Keep twin Glocks in the [?] call em' heat pads\n  start_ms: 178210\n  end_ms: 180150\n- text: Put your money where your mouth is, with your weak ass\n  start_ms: 180150\n  end_ms: 182080\n- text: Put 'em in the bottom of the sea where the reef at\n  start_ms: 182080\n  end_ms: 184030\n- text: Workin' for the Brainsick, Dead Gang strange shit\n  start_ms: 184030\n  end_ms: 185990\n- text: Hottest in the city for your fuckin' information\n  start_ms: 185990\n  end_ms: 187750\n- text: Haven't met in real life, fuckin' mental patient\n  start_ms: 187750\n  end_ms: 189760\n- text: Nigga talk down till they dead up in the basement\n  start_ms: 189760\n  end_ms: 191510\n- text: Told 'em I'm a fire breathing dragon, keep on brackin' for the\n  start_ms: 191510\n  end_ms: 193480\n- text: Niggas, spittin like I had gasoline\n  start_ms: 193480\n  end_ms: 195370\n- text: You can try to come with an army, it don't really matter\n  start_ms: 195370\n  end_ms: 197790\n- text: '''cause the Brainsick will smash your team'\n  start_ms: 197790\n  end_ms: 199110\n- text: Brain!\n  start_ms: 199110\n  end_ms: 199600\n- text: Fee fo fi fum\n  start_ms: 199600\n  end_ms: 200620\n- text: Runnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun!\n  start_ms: 200620\n  end_ms: 203390\n- text: Fee fo fi fum\n  start_ms: 203390\n  end_ms: 204460\n- text: A hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run!\n  start_ms: 204460\n  end_ms: 207220\n- text: Fee fo fi fum\n  start_ms: 207220\n  end_ms: 208230\n- text: Come kick it with us, we off of that yack\n  start_ms: 208230\n  end_ms: 209950\n- text: And we finna puff that weed in that sack\n  start_ms: 209950\n  end_ms: 211900\n- text: If they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat\n  start_ms: 211900\n  end_ms: 213610\n- text: Fee fo fi fum!\n  start_ms: 213610\n  end_ms: 214340\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 214340\nplain: |-\n  Twinkle, twinkle, little star\n  How I wonder who you are\n  Up above the world so high\n  Like a diamond in the sky\n\n  Brain!\n\n  I pull up on you niggas with the 50 with me, buzzin' off a bottle\n  With a model with me, lipstick on my dick\n  Twisted in the bitch, while eatin' fish and grits\n  And some may call me sick\n  I'm nobody which you wanna be with, you'll get the mitts\n  And listen to me, when they ready to kill\n  Go out and do it, if nobody movin'\n  Tell me would you put one in his noodle?\n  Sneak up into his house while he's sleepin'\n  How 'bout this freakin' machete, I'm on my Freddy\n  And kill his kit and caboodle\n  I'm spittin' venomous doodoo, rippin' bodies to pieces\n  Now feel my telekinesis, I leave 'em layin' in feces\n  I'm sicker than all of the demons, go even preach if you want to\n  My wicked will always haunt you so keep on prayin' to Jesus\n  People was pilin' up 'cause I'm overdosin' on killin'\n  My homicidal reaction, I make 'em reach for they strap\n  Either that or get to runnin which homie give up they bat\n  I keep up with the gangstas till I can go to the back\n  Forever holdin' a gnat, whenever they wanna\n  Put me to the test, I make 'em rest in the cemetery, you're done\n  Buddy somebody really shoulda' told you I diminish you\n  Homie, it's never finishin', shit has only begun\n  And I am one of them ones that raised up right from the slum\n  I'm comin' from the abyss and drinkin' gorilla piss\n  Now homie, don't get me pissed, I'm knowin you like your music and ridin' for all your people but they ain't fuckin' with this\n  Bet they wanna get with me, well now ain't that about a bitch?\n  They tell me that it's over when the fat lady sing\n  But, add up all the money that the fat lady bring\n  I'mma have to go and make a naked fat lady team\n  I told you I be runnin' off of diesel\n  Fire breathing dragon, I'mma spit it with the gasoline\n  My nigga, you can come with an army\n  It don't really matter 'cause the Brainsick will smash your team\n  Brain!\n\n  Fee fo fi fum\n  Runnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun!\n  Fee fo fi fum\n  A hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run!\n  Fee fo fi fum\n  Come kick it with us, we off of that yack\n  And we finna puff that weed in that sack\n  If they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat\n  Fee fo fi fum!\n\n  I pull up on a nigga with the Mac upon the avenue\n  Run up off the Henny with the natty and the attitude\n  Leave a nigga wet like my cigarette, bloody red\n  Murder a nigga, not givin' a fuck, then let the homie laugh at you!\n  Pull up at the bar, blood and all already had a few\n  Catch 'em in the grim room, then I get to stabbin' you\n  Ever kill a nigga in the room with the mirror, look up out it\n  Then you swear to God the devil lookin' back at you\n  Pack a few guns, but I beat a nigga black and blue\n  I could give a fuck about your son, blood, I'm an animal\n  Cannibal, ain't nobody waitin' on, they tell 'em to\n  Talk, talk, till he dead, blood up on my mandibles\n  Man are you crazy? Panoramic camera view\n  Turned hiphop to a motherfuckin' panic room\n  And I shoot babies, tell your son, edible\n  I'm equivalent to Satan rockin' up a Santa suit\n  Handle you, hatin' niggas tryna give me feedback\n  Talk about religion but, I do not believe that\n  You can suck a sick dick, go and buy some knee pads\n  Fuck a nigga, smoke your whole hood like a weed bag\n  Kill up and I'm ballin' nigga, you won't need a lead pass\n  Keep twin Glocks in the [?] call em' heat pads\n  Put your money where your mouth is, with your weak ass\n  Put 'em in the bottom of the sea where the reef at\n  Workin' for the Brainsick, Dead Gang strange shit\n  Hottest in the city for your fuckin' information\n  Haven't met in real life, fuckin' mental patient\n  Nigga talk down till they dead up in the basement\n  Told 'em I'm a fire breathing dragon, keep on brackin' for the\n  Niggas, spittin like I had gasoline\n  You can try to come with an army, it don't really matter\n  'cause the Brainsick will smash your team\n  Brain!\n\n  Fee fo fi fum\n  Runnin' up on 'em, stompin' 'em flat, let's have some fun!\n  Fee fo fi fum\n  A hundred in front and blockin the back, nowhere to run!\n  Fee fo fi fum\n  Come kick it with us, we off of that yack\n  And we finna puff that weed in that sack\n  If they wanna fuss, we're stompin' 'em flat\n  Fee fo fi fum!\n"}]