[{"id":6635086,"name":"Fuck Em All","trackName":"Fuck Em All","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face 2","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\nAnd think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\nBut theyre in the coffin when I get to\nChoppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\nTheres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\nPray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\nDoing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\nBut If I don't drink I think too\nMuch the analytic and when im AT a nigga\nI don't wanna meet you understood Id\nGo on the opportunity to beat you up\nFuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\nIf she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\nDenied her like the payment wasn't authorized\nThen she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\nAnd I don't play we do this all the time\nBut get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\nYou came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\nYour music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\nBut we killas down here\nFrom the underground the thunder pound\nCheers chug a beer\nFUCK EM ALL\nBetter learn to run without fear\nHomie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\nFUCK EM ALL\nNow everybody soundin like each other\nSaid they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\nBut nothin JUMPIN OFF\nI don't want the crown you can take it\nCan't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\nOkay\nI be in the dark loomin\nWaiting in my living room, till about two\nJust to let you in\nI don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\nYou ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\nWhat the fuck is you doin,\nStake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\nAin't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\nGet you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\nAbout to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\nGo to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\nEatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\nBrain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\nYou ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\nIt was funny, when you runnin from me,\nImma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\nComin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\nSituated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\nThey don't wanna get me,\nIn the mood to have to murder all the\nPussy imma hit you with the big meat/\nI don't mean to beat around the bush,\nBut in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\nSmile up in a nigga face and talk about\nSome don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\nPeople talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\nBody bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\nI done been around you,\nI can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\nI will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\nWatch a nigga while he beg,\nIma laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\nHad the room all bloody,\nTell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\nWhen the Feds Coming knocking,\nI be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\nPhilippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\nPut a body bag up on his head murder stop em\nDead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\nGoodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\nMami's hella tight,\nPussy gripping on a nigga dick,\nYou would think I was up in a dyke hoe\nKill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\nMurder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\nI don't really give a fuck no more,\nFirst nigga run up in the wrong way,\nGets done like blood just did stitches\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n*Guitar Solo*\n\nFUCK EM ALL!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Em All\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face 2\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\n  And think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\n  But theyre in the coffin when I get to\n  Choppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\n  Theres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\n  Pray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\n  Doing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\n  But If I don't drink I think too\n  Much the analytic and when im AT a nigga\n  I don't wanna meet you understood Id\n  Go on the opportunity to beat you up\n  Fuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\n  If she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\n  Denied her like the payment wasn't authorized\n  Then she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\n  And I don't play we do this all the time\n  But get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\n  You came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\n  Your music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\n  But we killas down here\n  From the underground the thunder pound\n  Cheers chug a beer\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Better learn to run without fear\n  Homie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Now everybody soundin like each other\n  Said they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\n  But nothin JUMPIN OFF\n  I don't want the crown you can take it\n  Can't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  Okay\n  I be in the dark loomin\n  Waiting in my living room, till about two\n  Just to let you in\n  I don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\n  You ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\n  What the fuck is you doin,\n  Stake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\n  Ain't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\n  Get you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\n  About to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\n  Go to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\n  Eatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\n  Brain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\n  You ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\n  It was funny, when you runnin from me,\n  Imma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\n  Comin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\n  Situated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\n  They don't wanna get me,\n  In the mood to have to murder all the\n  Pussy imma hit you with the big meat/\n  I don't mean to beat around the bush,\n  But in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\n  Smile up in a nigga face and talk about\n  Some don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\n  People talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\n  Body bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\n  I done been around you,\n  I can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\n  I will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\n  Watch a nigga while he beg,\n  Ima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\n  Had the room all bloody,\n  Tell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\n  When the Feds Coming knocking,\n  I be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\n  Philippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\n  Put a body bag up on his head murder stop em\n  Dead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\n  Goodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\n  Mami's hella tight,\n  Pussy gripping on a nigga dick,\n  You would think I was up in a dyke hoe\n  Kill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\n  Murder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\n  I don't really give a fuck no more,\n  First nigga run up in the wrong way,\n  Gets done like blood just did stitches\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  *Guitar Solo*\n\n  FUCK EM ALL!\n"},{"id":35870235,"name":"Fuck Em All","trackName":"Fuck Em All","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray","albumName":"Shoot for the Face 2","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\nAnd think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\nBut theyre in the coffin when I get to\nchoppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\nTheres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\nPray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\nDoing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\nBut If I don't drink I think too\nmuch the analytic and when im AT a nigga\nI don't wanna meet you understood Id\ngo on the opportunity to beat you up\nFuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\nIf she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\nDenied her like the payment wasn't authorized\nThen she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\nAnd I don't play we do this all the time\nBut get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\nYou came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\nYour music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\nBut we killas down here\nFrom the underground the thunder pound\nCheers chug a beer\nFUCK EM ALL\nBetter learn to run without fear\nHomie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\nFUCK EM ALL\nNow everybody soundin like each other\nSaid they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\nBut nothin JUMPIN OFF\nI don't want the crown you can take it\nCan't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\nOkay\nI be in the dark loomin\nWaiting in my living room, till about two\nJust to let you in\nI don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\nYou ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\nWhat the fuck is you doin,\nstake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\nAin't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\nGet you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\nabout to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\nGo to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\nEatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\nBrain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\nYou ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\nIt was funny, when you runnin from me,\nImma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\ncomin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\nSituated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\nthey don't wanna get me,\nin the mood to have to murder all the\npussy imma hit you with the big meat/\nI don't mean to beat around the bush,\nbut in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\nsmile up in a nigga face and talk about\nsome don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\nPeople talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\nbody bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\nI done been around you,\nI can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\nI will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\nWatch a nigga while he beg,\nima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\nHad the room all bloody,\ntell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\nWhen the Feds Coming knocking,\nI be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\nPhilippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\nPut a body bag up on his head murder stop em\ndead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\nGoodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\nMami's hella tight,\npussy gripping on a nigga dick,\nyou would think I was up in a dyke hoe\nKill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\nmurder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\nI don't really give a fuck no more,\nfirst nigga run up in the wrong way,\ngets done like blood just did stitches\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n*Guitar Solo*\n\nFUCK EM ALL!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Em All\n  artist: Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray\n  album: Shoot for the Face 2\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\n  And think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\n  But theyre in the coffin when I get to\n  choppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\n  Theres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\n  Pray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\n  Doing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\n  But If I don't drink I think too\n  much the analytic and when im AT a nigga\n  I don't wanna meet you understood Id\n  go on the opportunity to beat you up\n  Fuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\n  If she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\n  Denied her like the payment wasn't authorized\n  Then she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\n  And I don't play we do this all the time\n  But get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\n  You came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\n  Your music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\n  But we killas down here\n  From the underground the thunder pound\n  Cheers chug a beer\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Better learn to run without fear\n  Homie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Now everybody soundin like each other\n  Said they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\n  But nothin JUMPIN OFF\n  I don't want the crown you can take it\n  Can't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  Okay\n  I be in the dark loomin\n  Waiting in my living room, till about two\n  Just to let you in\n  I don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\n  You ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\n  What the fuck is you doin,\n  stake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\n  Ain't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\n  Get you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\n  about to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\n  Go to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\n  Eatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\n  Brain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\n  You ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\n  It was funny, when you runnin from me,\n  Imma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\n  comin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\n  Situated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\n  they don't wanna get me,\n  in the mood to have to murder all the\n  pussy imma hit you with the big meat/\n  I don't mean to beat around the bush,\n  but in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\n  smile up in a nigga face and talk about\n  some don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\n  People talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\n  body bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\n  I done been around you,\n  I can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\n  I will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\n  Watch a nigga while he beg,\n  ima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\n  Had the room all bloody,\n  tell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\n  When the Feds Coming knocking,\n  I be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\n  Philippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\n  Put a body bag up on his head murder stop em\n  dead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\n  Goodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\n  Mami's hella tight,\n  pussy gripping on a nigga dick,\n  you would think I was up in a dyke hoe\n  Kill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\n  murder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\n  I don't really give a fuck no more,\n  first nigga run up in the wrong way,\n  gets done like blood just did stitches\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  *Guitar Solo*\n\n  FUCK EM ALL!\n"},{"id":35870227,"name":"Fuck Em All","trackName":"Fuck Em All","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray","albumName":"Shoot for the Face 2","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\nAnd think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\nBut theyre in the coffin when I get to\nchoppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\nTheres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\nPray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\nDoing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\nBut If I don't drink I think too\nmuch the analytic and when im AT a nigga\nI don't wanna meet you understood Id\ngo on the opportunity to beat you up\nFuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\nIf she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\nDenied her like the payment wasn't authorized\nThen she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\nAnd I don't play we do this all the time\nBut get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\nYou came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\nYour music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\nBut we killas down here\nFrom the underground the thunder pound\nCheers chug a beer\nFUCK EM ALL\nBetter learn to run without fear\nHomie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\nFUCK EM ALL\nNow everybody soundin like each other\nSaid they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\nBut nothin JUMPIN OFF\nI don't want the crown you can take it\nCan't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\nOkay\nI be in the dark loomin\nWaiting in my living room, till about two\nJust to let you in\nI don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\nYou ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\nWhat the fuck is you doin,\nstake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\nAin't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\nGet you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\nabout to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\nGo to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\nEatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\nBrain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\nYou ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\nIt was funny, when you runnin from me,\nImma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\ncomin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\nSituated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\nthey don't wanna get me,\nin the mood to have to murder all the\npussy imma hit you with the big meat/\nI don't mean to beat around the bush,\nbut in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\nsmile up in a nigga face and talk about\nsome don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\nPeople talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\nbody bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\nI done been around you,\nI can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\nI will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\nWatch a nigga while he beg,\nima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\nHad the room all bloody,\ntell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\nWhen the Feds Coming knocking,\nI be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\nPhilippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\nPut a body bag up on his head murder stop em\ndead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\nGoodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\nMami's hella tight,\npussy gripping on a nigga dick,\nyou would think I was up in a dyke hoe\nKill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\nmurder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\nI don't really give a fuck no more,\nfirst nigga run up in the wrong way,\ngets done like blood just did stitches\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n*Guitar Solo*\n\nFUCK EM ALL!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Em All\n  artist: Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray\n  album: Shoot for the Face 2\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\n  And think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\n  But theyre in the coffin when I get to\n  choppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\n  Theres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\n  Pray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\n  Doing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\n  But If I don't drink I think too\n  much the analytic and when im AT a nigga\n  I don't wanna meet you understood Id\n  go on the opportunity to beat you up\n  Fuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\n  If she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\n  Denied her like the payment wasn't authorized\n  Then she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\n  And I don't play we do this all the time\n  But get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\n  You came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\n  Your music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\n  But we killas down here\n  From the underground the thunder pound\n  Cheers chug a beer\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Better learn to run without fear\n  Homie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Now everybody soundin like each other\n  Said they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\n  But nothin JUMPIN OFF\n  I don't want the crown you can take it\n  Can't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  Okay\n  I be in the dark loomin\n  Waiting in my living room, till about two\n  Just to let you in\n  I don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\n  You ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\n  What the fuck is you doin,\n  stake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\n  Ain't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\n  Get you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\n  about to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\n  Go to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\n  Eatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\n  Brain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\n  You ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\n  It was funny, when you runnin from me,\n  Imma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\n  comin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\n  Situated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\n  they don't wanna get me,\n  in the mood to have to murder all the\n  pussy imma hit you with the big meat/\n  I don't mean to beat around the bush,\n  but in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\n  smile up in a nigga face and talk about\n  some don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\n  People talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\n  body bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\n  I done been around you,\n  I can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\n  I will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\n  Watch a nigga while he beg,\n  ima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\n  Had the room all bloody,\n  tell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\n  When the Feds Coming knocking,\n  I be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\n  Philippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\n  Put a body bag up on his head murder stop em\n  dead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\n  Goodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\n  Mami's hella tight,\n  pussy gripping on a nigga dick,\n  you would think I was up in a dyke hoe\n  Kill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\n  murder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\n  I don't really give a fuck no more,\n  first nigga run up in the wrong way,\n  gets done like blood just did stitches\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  *Guitar Solo*\n\n  FUCK EM ALL!\n"},{"id":35870233,"name":"Fuck Em All","trackName":"Fuck Em All","artistName":"Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray","albumName":"Shoot for the Face 2","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\nAnd think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\nBut theyre in the coffin when I get to\nchoppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\nTheres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\nPray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\nDoing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\nBut If I don't drink I think too\nmuch the analytic and when im AT a nigga\nI don't wanna meet you understood Id\ngo on the opportunity to beat you up\nFuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\nIf she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\nDenied her like the payment wasn't authorized\nThen she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\nAnd I don't play we do this all the time\nBut get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\nYou came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\nYour music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\nBut we killas down here\nFrom the underground the thunder pound\nCheers chug a beer\nFUCK EM ALL\nBetter learn to run without fear\nHomie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\nFUCK EM ALL\nNow everybody soundin like each other\nSaid they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\nBut nothin JUMPIN OFF\nI don't want the crown you can take it\nCan't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\nOkay\nI be in the dark loomin\nWaiting in my living room, till about two\nJust to let you in\nI don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\nYou ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\nWhat the fuck is you doin,\nstake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\nAin't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\nGet you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\nabout to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\nGo to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\nEatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\nBrain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\nYou ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\nIt was funny, when you runnin from me,\nImma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\ncomin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\nSituated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\nthey don't wanna get me,\nin the mood to have to murder all the\npussy imma hit you with the big meat/\nI don't mean to beat around the bush,\nbut in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\nsmile up in a nigga face and talk about\nsome don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\nPeople talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\nbody bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\nI done been around you,\nI can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\nI will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\nWatch a nigga while he beg,\nima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\nHad the room all bloody,\ntell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\nWhen the Feds Coming knocking,\nI be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\nPhilippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\nPut a body bag up on his head murder stop em\ndead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\nGoodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\nMami's hella tight,\npussy gripping on a nigga dick,\nyou would think I was up in a dyke hoe\nKill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\nmurder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\nI don't really give a fuck no more,\nfirst nigga run up in the wrong way,\ngets done like blood just did stitches\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n*Guitar Solo*\n\nFUCK EM ALL!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Em All\n  artist: Twisted Insane, Charlie Ray\n  album: Shoot for the Face 2\n  duration_ms: 222000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\n  And think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\n  But theyre in the coffin when I get to\n  choppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\n  Theres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\n  Pray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\n  Doing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\n  But If I don't drink I think too\n  much the analytic and when im AT a nigga\n  I don't wanna meet you understood Id\n  go on the opportunity to beat you up\n  Fuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\n  If she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\n  Denied her like the payment wasn't authorized\n  Then she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\n  And I don't play we do this all the time\n  But get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\n  You came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\n  Your music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\n  But we killas down here\n  From the underground the thunder pound\n  Cheers chug a beer\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Better learn to run without fear\n  Homie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Now everybody soundin like each other\n  Said they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\n  But nothin JUMPIN OFF\n  I don't want the crown you can take it\n  Can't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  Okay\n  I be in the dark loomin\n  Waiting in my living room, till about two\n  Just to let you in\n  I don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\n  You ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\n  What the fuck is you doin,\n  stake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\n  Ain't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\n  Get you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\n  about to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\n  Go to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\n  Eatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\n  Brain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\n  You ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\n  It was funny, when you runnin from me,\n  Imma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\n  comin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\n  Situated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\n  they don't wanna get me,\n  in the mood to have to murder all the\n  pussy imma hit you with the big meat/\n  I don't mean to beat around the bush,\n  but in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\n  smile up in a nigga face and talk about\n  some don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\n  People talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\n  body bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\n  I done been around you,\n  I can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\n  I will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\n  Watch a nigga while he beg,\n  ima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\n  Had the room all bloody,\n  tell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\n  When the Feds Coming knocking,\n  I be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\n  Philippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\n  Put a body bag up on his head murder stop em\n  dead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\n  Goodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\n  Mami's hella tight,\n  pussy gripping on a nigga dick,\n  you would think I was up in a dyke hoe\n  Kill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\n  murder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\n  I don't really give a fuck no more,\n  first nigga run up in the wrong way,\n  gets done like blood just did stitches\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  *Guitar Solo*\n\n  FUCK EM ALL!\n"},{"id":6168741,"name":"Fuck Em All (feat. Charlie & Ray)","trackName":"Fuck Em All (feat. Charlie & Ray)","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face 2","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\nAnd think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\nBut theyre in the coffin when I get to\nChoppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\nTheres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\nPray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\nDoing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\nBut If I don't drink I think too\nMuch the analytic and when im AT a nigga\nI don't wanna meet you understood Id\nGo on the opportunity to beat you up\nFuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\nIf she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\nDenied her like the payment wasn't authorized\nThen she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\nAnd I don't play we do this all the time\nBut get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\nYou came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\nYour music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\nBut we killas down here\nFrom the underground the thunder pound\nCheers chug a beer\nFUCK EM ALL\nBetter learn to run without fear\nHomie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\nFUCK EM ALL\nNow everybody soundin like each other\nSaid they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\nBut nothin JUMPIN OFF\nI don't want the crown you can take it\nCan't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\nOkay\nI be in the dark loomin\nWaiting in my living room, till about two\nJust to let you in\nI don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\nYou ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\nWhat the fuck is you doin,\nStake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\nAin't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\nGet you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\nAbout to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\nGo to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\nEatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\nBrain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\nYou ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\nIt was funny, when you runnin from me,\nImma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\nComin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\nSituated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\nThey don't wanna get me,\nIn the mood to have to murder all the\nPussy imma hit you with the big meat/\nI don't mean to beat around the bush,\nBut in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\nSmile up in a nigga face and talk about\nSome don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\nPeople talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\nBody bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\nI done been around you,\nI can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\nI will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\nWatch a nigga while he beg,\nIma laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\nHad the room all bloody,\nTell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\nWhen the Feds Coming knocking,\nI be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\nPhilippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\nPut a body bag up on his head murder stop em\nDead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\nGoodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\nMami's hella tight,\nPussy gripping on a nigga dick,\nYou would think I was up in a dyke hoe\nKill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\nMurder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\nI don't really give a fuck no more,\nFirst nigga run up in the wrong way,\nGets done like blood just did stitches\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n*Guitar Solo*\n\nFUCK EM ALL!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Em All (feat. Charlie & Ray)\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face 2\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\n  And think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\n  But theyre in the coffin when I get to\n  Choppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\n  Theres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\n  Pray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\n  Doing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\n  But If I don't drink I think too\n  Much the analytic and when im AT a nigga\n  I don't wanna meet you understood Id\n  Go on the opportunity to beat you up\n  Fuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\n  If she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\n  Denied her like the payment wasn't authorized\n  Then she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\n  And I don't play we do this all the time\n  But get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\n  You came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\n  Your music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\n  But we killas down here\n  From the underground the thunder pound\n  Cheers chug a beer\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Better learn to run without fear\n  Homie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Now everybody soundin like each other\n  Said they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\n  But nothin JUMPIN OFF\n  I don't want the crown you can take it\n  Can't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  Okay\n  I be in the dark loomin\n  Waiting in my living room, till about two\n  Just to let you in\n  I don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\n  You ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\n  What the fuck is you doin,\n  Stake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\n  Ain't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\n  Get you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\n  About to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\n  Go to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\n  Eatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\n  Brain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\n  You ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\n  It was funny, when you runnin from me,\n  Imma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\n  Comin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\n  Situated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\n  They don't wanna get me,\n  In the mood to have to murder all the\n  Pussy imma hit you with the big meat/\n  I don't mean to beat around the bush,\n  But in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\n  Smile up in a nigga face and talk about\n  Some don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\n  People talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\n  Body bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\n  I done been around you,\n  I can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\n  I will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\n  Watch a nigga while he beg,\n  Ima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\n  Had the room all bloody,\n  Tell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\n  When the Feds Coming knocking,\n  I be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\n  Philippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\n  Put a body bag up on his head murder stop em\n  Dead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\n  Goodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\n  Mami's hella tight,\n  Pussy gripping on a nigga dick,\n  You would think I was up in a dyke hoe\n  Kill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\n  Murder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\n  I don't really give a fuck no more,\n  First nigga run up in the wrong way,\n  Gets done like blood just did stitches\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  *Guitar Solo*\n\n  FUCK EM ALL!\n"},{"id":36269545,"name":"Fuck Em All (feat. Charlie Ray)","trackName":"Fuck Em All (feat. Charlie Ray)","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face 2","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\nAnd think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\nBut theyre in the coffin when I get to\nChoppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\nTheres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\nPray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\nDoing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\nBut If I don't drink I think too\nMuch the analytic and when im AT a nigga\nI don't wanna meet you understood Id\nGo on the opportunity to beat you up\nFuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\nIf she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\nDenied her like the payment wasn't authorized\nThen she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\nAnd I don't play we do this all the time\nBut get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\nYou came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\nYour music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\nBut we killas down here\nFrom the underground the thunder pound\nCheers chug a beer\nFUCK EM ALL\nBetter learn to run without fear\nHomie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\nFUCK EM ALL\nNow everybody soundin like each other\nSaid they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\nBut nothin JUMPIN OFF\nI don't want the crown you can take it\nCan't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\nOkay\nI be in the dark loomin\nWaiting in my living room, till about two\nJust to let you in\nI don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\nYou ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\nWhat the fuck is you doin,\nStake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\nAin't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\nGet you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\nAbout to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\nGo to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\nEatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\nBrain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\nYou ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\nIt was funny, when you runnin from me,\nImma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\nComin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\nSituated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\nThey don't wanna get me,\nIn the mood to have to murder all the\nPussy imma hit you with the big meat/\nI don't mean to beat around the bush,\nBut in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\nSmile up in a nigga face and talk about\nSome don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\nPeople talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\nBody bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\nI done been around you,\nI can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\nI will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\nWatch a nigga while he beg,\nIma laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\nHad the room all bloody,\nTell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\nWhen the Feds Coming knocking,\nI be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\nPhilippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\nPut a body bag up on his head murder stop em\nDead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\nGoodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\nMami's hella tight,\nPussy gripping on a nigga dick,\nYou would think I was up in a dyke hoe\nKill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\nMurder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\nI don't really give a fuck no more,\nFirst nigga run up in the wrong way,\nGets done like blood just did stitches\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n*Guitar Solo*\n\nFUCK EM ALL!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Em All (feat. Charlie Ray)\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face 2\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\n  And think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\n  But theyre in the coffin when I get to\n  Choppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\n  Theres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\n  Pray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\n  Doing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\n  But If I don't drink I think too\n  Much the analytic and when im AT a nigga\n  I don't wanna meet you understood Id\n  Go on the opportunity to beat you up\n  Fuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\n  If she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\n  Denied her like the payment wasn't authorized\n  Then she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\n  And I don't play we do this all the time\n  But get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\n  You came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\n  Your music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\n  But we killas down here\n  From the underground the thunder pound\n  Cheers chug a beer\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Better learn to run without fear\n  Homie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Now everybody soundin like each other\n  Said they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\n  But nothin JUMPIN OFF\n  I don't want the crown you can take it\n  Can't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  Okay\n  I be in the dark loomin\n  Waiting in my living room, till about two\n  Just to let you in\n  I don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\n  You ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\n  What the fuck is you doin,\n  Stake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\n  Ain't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\n  Get you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\n  About to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\n  Go to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\n  Eatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\n  Brain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\n  You ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\n  It was funny, when you runnin from me,\n  Imma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\n  Comin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\n  Situated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\n  They don't wanna get me,\n  In the mood to have to murder all the\n  Pussy imma hit you with the big meat/\n  I don't mean to beat around the bush,\n  But in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\n  Smile up in a nigga face and talk about\n  Some don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\n  People talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\n  Body bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\n  I done been around you,\n  I can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\n  I will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\n  Watch a nigga while he beg,\n  Ima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\n  Had the room all bloody,\n  Tell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\n  When the Feds Coming knocking,\n  I be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\n  Philippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\n  Put a body bag up on his head murder stop em\n  Dead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\n  Goodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\n  Mami's hella tight,\n  Pussy gripping on a nigga dick,\n  You would think I was up in a dyke hoe\n  Kill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\n  Murder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\n  I don't really give a fuck no more,\n  First nigga run up in the wrong way,\n  Gets done like blood just did stitches\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  *Guitar Solo*\n\n  FUCK EM ALL!\n"},{"id":6168740,"name":"Fuck Em All","trackName":"Fuck Em All","artistName":"Twisted Insane feat. Charlie Ray","albumName":"Shoot for the Face 2","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\nAnd think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\nBut theyre in the coffin when I get to\nChoppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\nTheres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\nPray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\nDoing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\nBut If I don't drink I think too\nMuch the analytic and when im AT a nigga\nI don't wanna meet you understood Id\nGo on the opportunity to beat you up\nFuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\nIf she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\nDenied her like the payment wasn't authorized\nThen she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\nAnd I don't play we do this all the time\nBut get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\nYou came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\nYour music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\nBut we killas down here\nFrom the underground the thunder pound\nCheers chug a beer\nFUCK EM ALL\nBetter learn to run without fear\nHomie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\nFUCK EM ALL\nNow everybody soundin like each other\nSaid they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\nBut nothin JUMPIN OFF\nI don't want the crown you can take it\nCan't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\nOkay\nI be in the dark loomin\nWaiting in my living room, till about two\nJust to let you in\nI don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\nYou ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\nWhat the fuck is you doin,\nStake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\nAin't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\nGet you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\nAbout to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\nGo to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\nEatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\nBrain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\nYou ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\nIt was funny, when you runnin from me,\nImma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\nComin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\nSituated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\nThey don't wanna get me,\nIn the mood to have to murder all the\nPussy imma hit you with the big meat/\nI don't mean to beat around the bush,\nBut in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\nSmile up in a nigga face and talk about\nSome don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\nPeople talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\nBody bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\nI done been around you,\nI can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\nI will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\nWatch a nigga while he beg,\nIma laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\nHad the room all bloody,\nTell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\nWhen the Feds Coming knocking,\nI be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\nPhilippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\nPut a body bag up on his head murder stop em\nDead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\nGoodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\nMami's hella tight,\nPussy gripping on a nigga dick,\nYou would think I was up in a dyke hoe\nKill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\nMurder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\nI don't really give a fuck no more,\nFirst nigga run up in the wrong way,\nGets done like blood just did stitches\nFUCK EM ALL\n\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\nMurder in the dark space if I see this bitch\nNigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n*Guitar Solo*\n\nFUCK EM ALL!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Em All\n  artist: Twisted Insane feat. Charlie Ray\n  album: Shoot for the Face 2\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo twisted Im sick of these niggas they walkin and talkin\n  And think im sippin on liquor, Vodka doin a bottle a day\n  But theyre in the coffin when I get to\n  Choppin these niggas are put up in walk ins\n  Theres something turning me into a monster i think I need to pray\n  Pray that I don't give into the bogus and lose focus\n  Doing the most I toast I mean to the Hocus pocus as they close in\n  But If I don't drink I think too\n  Much the analytic and when im AT a nigga\n  I don't wanna meet you understood Id\n  Go on the opportunity to beat you up\n  Fuck bitches Im never hit em up to peed you slut\n  If she wouldn't let me take it, then, bitch, I wouldn't feed you dust\n  Denied her like the payment wasn't authorized\n  Then she let me hit & Got me faded with her on her dime\n  And I don't play we do this all the time\n  But get the fuck out my face with what you call a rhyme\n  You came up on a little shine now you hardly tryin\n  Your music good but ain't no shit that I would call a crime\n  But we killas down here\n  From the underground the thunder pound\n  Cheers chug a beer\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Better learn to run without fear\n  Homie we don't give a fuck about year you niggas weird\n  FUCK EM ALL\n  Now everybody soundin like each other\n  Said they all from the gutter and they shootin shit\n  But nothin JUMPIN OFF\n  I don't want the crown you can take it\n  Can't believe what niggas doin in the industry to make it\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  Okay\n  I be in the dark loomin\n  Waiting in my living room, till about two\n  Just to let you in\n  I don't give a shit what you and your brat bitch got brewing\n  You ain't never gunna make it to the room, Imma sonic boom, hyuken\n  What the fuck is you doin,\n  Stake em out for days, I don't want the fade, shoot em in the face\n  Ain't no body runnin up with the bitch nigga (No lie)\n  Get you Murdered in the face right up in the eye yous\n  About to die don't nobody really want it with the sick nigga\n  Go to war and get the penalty You wanna put up with breathin lava\n  Eatin a muthafuckas face in like a nigga's Chewin on an empanada\n  Brain Brain for the game hit em with the fang like mufasa\n  You ain't even wanna go to war you ain't gunna act like you got'sa\n  It was funny, when you runnin from me,\n  Imma Turn a nigga into a dummy, used to call me bummy,\n  Comin from the slum, better keep a gun before you end up Six feet/\n  Situated gettin sticky, if you get the stiffy hope you wasn't picky,\n  They don't wanna get me,\n  In the mood to have to murder all the\n  Pussy imma hit you with the big meat/\n  I don't mean to beat around the bush,\n  But in a minute ima be like fuck em all,\n  Smile up in a nigga face and talk about\n  Some don't pretend I'm going fishing with you\n  People talk about you like you was a big ol bad mutha fucka,\n  Body bag a nigga, I don't really get it,\n  I done been around you,\n  I can really see the bitch up in you (really?)\n  I will hit you with the milli, slap a nigga, silly me\n  Watch a nigga while he beg,\n  Ima laugh and put his head up in the guillotine\n  Had the room all bloody,\n  Tell the homie clean this shit up with some listerine\n  When the Feds Coming knocking,\n  I be off and rocking with a bitch up in the\n  Philippines, im gorilla when it comes to killing for me, its to easy\n  Put a body bag up on his head murder stop em\n  Dead venom always hit em, when I'm off of nitro\n  Goodnight nigga, get ya face out my mutha fucking sight,\n  Mami's hella tight,\n  Pussy gripping on a nigga dick,\n  You would think I was up in a dyke hoe\n  Kill em all that brainsick mutha fucka,\n  Murder anybody wanna go against as god is my witness\n  I don't really give a fuck no more,\n  First nigga run up in the wrong way,\n  Gets done like blood just did stitches\n  FUCK EM ALL\n\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n  Murder in the dark space if I see this bitch\n  Nigga I be on dat fuck em all\n\n  *Guitar Solo*\n\n  FUCK EM ALL!\n"}]