[{"id":6158379,"name":"In My Darkest Hour","trackName":"In My Darkest Hour","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Unknown\nLiving life day to day walking into a world full of unknowns\nSurvive, that's all one can try to do\n\nThe life of a young child, abused,\nAnd for days I would lay in the junk pile\nNever seen one smile,\nI used to bomb the beaker on them when I was walking every one mile\nThere wasn't no lectures\nMy strap was so jammed, so there was no protection\nYou must have a death wish\nI can't walk away so I stay to protect it\nSmokin' weed, chasin' dreams\nI walk out the door trynna face my fiends\nOne day I promise I'll be livin' off of rap shit, that's it\nNumbin' in my head so I think of things\nI'm on a mission, listen\nI just wanna progress, no stress, blowin' on some cess weed\nI was on the front line daily walkin' with\nThe heater just in case some wanna test me trip\nPosted with the homies, I ain't dealin' wit' you phonies\nI be better off just trippin' off a bottle of the liquor\nAnd every time you come around,\nYou never got no money for no weed and\nYes indeed you wanna hit up on my swisher\nAnd I don't even like that shit\nWho wanna toolie you be quiet than a bitch\nI don't even know this nigga, who the fuck you come with?\nI don't give a shit I only need my wife and a spliff\nOne pipe and a hit\nGuess I got my trees indeed you would\nThink it's just a hobby, but I need my weed\nIt was a dream for me making it in the music\nNow If I lose it every time I think I made some cheese shit\nShit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inch\nSo I said and I think to myself that I\nCame a long way since I slept up on a bench\nThank you\n\nAnd I'm still livin' this life\nWatchin' time pass by\nAs I begin to realise my omnipotence and embrace it\nWe become more intuitive individuals\nIndividuals that will not be overpowered or overwhelmed\nBy anything that stands in our path\nThat's real\n\nStuck on the fences\nNo type of rent is due for me since it's\nNo way I can fix this shit\nTake it out on all so who's on my hit list\nWho wanna get this work no clue what to do\nWhen I pull for the dismiss\nThis ain't a picnic semi automatic get to\nCookin' through you niggas like some nesquik\nSmokin' weed, doin' drugs\nDays that be tellin' me I'm fuckin' up\nI wanna mention that it be always in the back of a nigga mind that\nOne of these times I ain't wakin' up I know\nFucked from a young age\nI tell people I've been cursed since birth\nFeeling like they gon' find me on the floor with a\nBody full of holes and my face up in the motherfuckin' dirt\nFirst things first\nTrynna make a mil and do it independent and if it wasn't for my fans\nThan I'd be barely fuckin' livin' with the homies in the ally and the\nRoaches in the kitchen plus I do it\nFor my people trynna make it out of prison\nSo many people wanna come and copy ya\nIn a savanna it really don't matter ain't nobody stoppin' ya\nI'm drinkin' bitter ain't no better than the shit I'm droppin'\nBut is why I'm laughing when you\nPeople say someone is toppin' ya, nigga\nI live life one day at a time in a line on a Monday\nShit, I don't know what the hell is worse\nMight end up in a hearse from my birth never church on a Sunday\nAin't nobody on my level maybe one day\nI wouldn't get my hopes up though\nI don't give a fuck about your favourite rapper I'mma dump knives\nFuck your little punch line flow\nI'mma let you niggas know\nTo beat me it is gonna take a miracle\nYou just started doin' shit that I was doin' years ago\nYou be choppin' up a little bit\nAnd comin' around out the back of the lack and\nAll that shit, but you ain't really fuckin' lyrical\nYou ain't have them other niggas fooled\nYou ain't got it you should hang it up I'm sorry to be rude\nWhen you comin' with the wolfin' I'mma split your fuckin' doom\nI'mma reala killa illa dude\nMy face on the front page\nI'm lost and I don't know why\nI be in the backyard faded off of Olde 8\nUnderstand hi is the time pass five\nShit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inch\nSo I said and I think to myself that I\nCame a long way since I slept up on a bench\nThank you","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.81] Unknown\n[00:10.73] Living life day to day walking into a world full of unknowns\n[00:20.16] Survive, that's all one can try to do\n[00:27.75] The life of a young child, abused,\n[00:29.35] And for days I would lay in the junk pile\n[00:31.20] Never seen one smile,\n[00:32.36] I used to bomb the beaker on them when I was walking every one mile\n[00:34.60] There wasn't no lectures\n[00:35.79] My strap was so jammed, so there was no protection\n[00:38.06] You must have a death wish\n[00:39.38] I can't walk away so I stay to protect it\n[00:41.27] Smokin' weed, chasin' dreams\n[00:42.72] I walk out the door trynna face my fiends\n[00:44.22] One day I promise I'll be livin' off of rap shit, that's it\n[00:46.47] Numbin' in my head so I think of things\n[00:47.86] I'm on a mission, listen\n[00:49.04] I just wanna progress, no stress, blowin' on some cess weed\n[00:51.56] I was on the front line daily walkin' with\n[00:53.01] The heater just in case some wanna test me trip\n[00:54.96] Posted with the homies, I ain't dealin' wit' you phonies\n[00:56.38] I be better off just trippin' off a bottle of the liquor\n[00:58.36] And every time you come around,\n[00:59.05] You never got no money for no weed and\n[01:00.23] Yes indeed you wanna hit up on my swisher\n[01:02.14] And I don't even like that shit\n[01:03.30] Who wanna toolie you be quiet than a bitch\n[01:04.78] I don't even know this nigga, who the fuck you come with?\n[01:06.34] I don't give a shit I only need my wife and a spliff\n[01:08.00] One pipe and a hit\n[01:09.13] Guess I got my trees indeed you would\n[01:10.18] Think it's just a hobby, but I need my weed\n[01:11.52] It was a dream for me making it in the music\n[01:13.46] Now If I lose it every time I think I made some cheese shit\n[01:15.55] Shit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inch\n[01:18.66] So I said and I think to myself that I\n[01:20.12] Came a long way since I slept up on a bench\n[01:21.95] Thank you\n[01:24.73] And I'm still livin' this life\n[01:35.02] Watchin' time pass by\n[01:38.64] As I begin to realise my omnipotence and embrace it\n[01:42.20] We become more intuitive individuals\n[01:44.70] Individuals that will not be overpowered or overwhelmed\n[01:47.01] By anything that stands in our path\n[01:49.12] That's real\n[01:50.03] Stuck on the fences\n[01:51.59] No type of rent is due for me since it's\n[01:53.08] No way I can fix this shit\n[01:54.67] Take it out on all so who's on my hit list\n[01:57.25] Who wanna get this work no clue what to do\n[01:59.20] When I pull for the dismiss\n[02:00.23] This ain't a picnic semi automatic get to\n[02:01.84] Cookin' through you niggas like some nesquik\n[02:03.36] Smokin' weed, doin' drugs\n[02:05.19] Days that be tellin' me I'm fuckin' up\n[02:06.78] I wanna mention that it be always in the back of a nigga mind that\n[02:08.40] One of these times I ain't wakin' up I know\n[02:10.79] Fucked from a young age\n[02:11.76] I tell people I've been cursed since birth\n[02:13.44] Feeling like they gon' find me on the floor with a\n[02:14.59] Body full of holes and my face up in the motherfuckin' dirt\n[02:16.79] First things first\n[02:17.53] Trynna make a mil and do it independent and if it wasn't for my fans\n[02:19.30] Than I'd be barely fuckin' livin' with the homies in the ally and the\n[02:21.36] Roaches in the kitchen plus I do it\n[02:22.20] For my people trynna make it out of prison\n[02:24.27] So many people wanna come and copy ya\n[02:25.39] In a savanna it really don't matter ain't nobody stoppin' ya\n[02:27.24] I'm drinkin' bitter ain't no better than the shit I'm droppin'\n[02:28.80] But is why I'm laughing when 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doom\n[02:56.39] I'mma reala killa illa dude\n[02:58.85] My face on the front page\n[03:00.04] I'm lost and I don't know why\n[03:01.24] I be in the backyard faded off of Olde 8\n[03:03.04] Understand hi is the time pass five\n[03:05.44] Shit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inch\n[03:08.08] So I said and I think to myself that I\n[03:09.54] Came a long way since I slept up on a bench\n[03:11.31] Thank you\n[03:13.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In My Darkest Hour\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Unknown\n  start_ms: 2810\n  end_ms: 10730\n- text: Living life day to day walking into a world full of unknowns\n  start_ms: 10730\n  end_ms: 20160\n- text: Survive, that's all one can try to do\n  start_ms: 20160\n  end_ms: 27750\n- text: The life of a young child, abused,\n  start_ms: 27750\n  end_ms: 29350\n- text: And for days I would lay in the junk pile\n  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around,\n  You never got no money for no weed and\n  Yes indeed you wanna hit up on my swisher\n  And I don't even like that shit\n  Who wanna toolie you be quiet than a bitch\n  I don't even know this nigga, who the fuck you come with?\n  I don't give a shit I only need my wife and a spliff\n  One pipe and a hit\n  Guess I got my trees indeed you would\n  Think it's just a hobby, but I need my weed\n  It was a dream for me making it in the music\n  Now If I lose it every time I think I made some cheese shit\n  Shit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inch\n  So I said and I think to myself that I\n  Came a long way since I slept up on a bench\n  Thank you\n\n  And I'm still livin' this life\n  Watchin' time pass by\n  As I begin to realise my omnipotence and embrace it\n  We become more intuitive individuals\n  Individuals that will not be overpowered or overwhelmed\n  By anything that stands in our path\n  That's real\n\n  Stuck on the fences\n  No type of rent is due for me since it's\n  No way I can fix this shit\n  Take it out on all so who's on my hit list\n  Who wanna get this work no clue what to do\n  When I pull for the dismiss\n  This ain't a picnic semi automatic get to\n  Cookin' through you niggas like some nesquik\n  Smokin' weed, doin' drugs\n  Days that be tellin' me I'm fuckin' up\n  I wanna mention that it be always in the back of a nigga mind that\n  One of these times I ain't wakin' up I know\n  Fucked from a young age\n  I tell people I've been cursed since birth\n  Feeling like they gon' find me on the floor with a\n  Body full of holes and my face up in the motherfuckin' dirt\n  First things first\n  Trynna make a mil and do it independent and if it wasn't for my fans\n  Than I'd be barely fuckin' livin' with the homies in the ally and the\n  Roaches in the kitchen plus I do it\n  For my people trynna make it out of prison\n  So many people wanna come and copy ya\n  In a savanna it really don't matter ain't nobody stoppin' ya\n  I'm drinkin' bitter ain't no better than the shit I'm droppin'\n  But is why I'm laughing when you\n  People say someone is toppin' ya, nigga\n  I live life one day at a time in a line on a Monday\n  Shit, I don't know what the hell is worse\n  Might end up in a hearse from my birth never church on a Sunday\n  Ain't nobody on my level maybe one day\n  I wouldn't get my hopes up though\n  I don't give a fuck about your favourite rapper I'mma dump knives\n  Fuck your little punch line flow\n  I'mma let you niggas know\n  To beat me it is gonna take a miracle\n  You just started doin' shit that I was doin' years ago\n  You be choppin' up a little bit\n  And comin' around out the back of the lack and\n  All that shit, but you ain't really fuckin' lyrical\n  You ain't have them other niggas fooled\n  You ain't got it you should hang it up I'm sorry to be rude\n  When you comin' with the wolfin' I'mma split your fuckin' doom\n  I'mma reala killa illa dude\n  My face on the front page\n  I'm lost and I don't know why\n  I be in the backyard faded off of Olde 8\n  Understand hi is the time pass five\n  Shit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inch\n  So I said and I think to myself that I\n  Came a long way since I slept up on a bench\n  Thank you\n"},{"id":24450115,"name":"AK47s In The Freezer","trackName":"AK47s In The Freezer","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook: Twisted Insane]\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nFeels like I'm drowning, drowning in pussy\nLil' niggas on my nerves, man I swear they gon' push me\nI don't wanna be around 'em, I ain't no rookie\nYou gon' have to pack a gun, bigger than the one that you pushing\nBitch you don't get it, maybe I'm too wicked\nYou gon' be up in the ground quick, if you do not make it\nAaah, follow the leader\nThere's no way to win, you've run into the reaper\n\n[Verse 1: C-Mob]\nBring pain and I maim lames when I dump\nAim thangs, then I bang bang, let your veins drain in the trunk\nMaintain with the Brain gang and I rain flames on a punk\nYou're not in the same lane, you're a plain Jane and you can't hang with us chump, where's my pump?\nI think I left it where the chainsaw's at\nBrains all splat, no love, puttin' four slugs in your Kangol hat\nPeople so trife, get the Bowie knife, I'mma change all that\nThey got no life, I got more stripes than a Bengal back\nAK’s in the freezer, pistols in the cooler\nLevel up until I gleam gold, I'm like king cold with the Ruger\nI'm ill and see I do the prime villainy, a user\nOf my ability of killin' I prefer the nine millimeter Luger\nShooters on the rooftop with heads in the crosshairs\nWhy does every rapper think they're what Pac said was a boss player?\nOff their rocker, it's great when I shot ya\nPurify 'em when I dump 'em in the waters of lake Minnetonka\nOff the wall like MJ in '79\nDon't stop 'til I get enough, I'mma hit 'em up, enemies dyin'\nWe shine, never decline, we grind in the meantime\nSee I'm so gone you approach wrong, better rewind\nUp to my neck in feline\nIt's like I'm drowning\nPeople telling me to be kind\nBitch I been clownin'\nGive 'em this pain when I grip and take aim\nC-Mob and Twisted Insane, sick in the brain\nSee upcoming rap shows\nGet tickets for your favorite artists\nYou might also like\nEd Gein\nTwisted Insane\nRound 8\nTwisted Insane\nWorldwide Choppers\nTech N9ne\n[Hook: Twisted Insane]\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nFeels like I'm drowning, drowning in pussy\nLil' niggas on my nerves, man I swear they gon' push me\nI don't wanna be around 'em, I ain't no rookie\nYou gon' have to pack a gun, bigger than the one that you pushing\nBitch you don't get it, maybe I'm too wicked\nYou gon' be up in the ground quick, if you do not make it\nAaah, follow the leader\nThere's no way to win, you've run into the reaper\n\n[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]\nBlood stains when the slugs came in the dark\nNine times out of ten I'm gonna sin, aiming at your heart\nBut to fuck your proposition\nLead and drug 'em to the basement just so we could start\nComing face to face, you tried to plead the case and it was just a waste, I tore his ass apart\nThe last demon crept through the door slow with the fro, brain so sick\nI don't wanna have to blast hun, I'll be the last nigga, better tame your bitch\nRun them in the gas, then I let a match burn them in a flame so thick\nLeave them dying in they feces, cut them up in pieces blood so we can feed your pits\nReal life cannibal, mind state of an animal\nPop your cantaloupe, put a clip in and make you smilin' bitch and make it so you can't elope\nThere's no antidote, no fucks given, no luck for the masked men\nAsk when you was finna die? Nigga no lie, you ain't lasting\nFace bashed in, I am sin, I got bloody guts in the floorboards\nWith four more whores torn, I don't give a motherfuck\nAutomatic heaters and an eye out for the peepers and\nAK's all in my freezer\nMan I'm on a mission, I still wanna take 'em all out for the ride\nEverybody thinking it's a party and they drinking on Bacardi\nGetting faded but they really finna die\nI got murder in my eye, think about it 'fore you wanna lie\nCalled me they been looking for your ride\nRun up on you with the pot, peel you [?] open, take your life\nAin't nobody stopping if the niggas tried, semi-automatic lie\nI'mma have to go into the freezer, get the heater up, then run up in the house\nHide up in the bathroom while they're coming down the hallway\nI'mma hop out like I'm 'bout to show my niggas what I'm 'bout\nYou won't make it out the house\nCame in this bitch 20 deep on a creep and looking for a lick\nAnd your homies got to running from me, leaving you alone\nAnd isn't that some shit?\nI've got...\n[Hook: Twisted Insane]\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nI got AK47's in the freezer\nFeels like I'm drowning, drowning in pussy\nLil' niggas on my nerves, man I swear they gon' push me\nI don't wanna be around 'em, I ain't no rookie\nYou gon' have to pack a gun, bigger than the one that you pushing\nBitch you don't get it, maybe I'm too wicked\nYou gon' be up in the ground quick, if you do not make it\nAaah, follow the leader\nThere's no way to win, you've run into the reaper","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: AK47s In The Freezer\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Hook: Twisted Insane]\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  Feels like I'm drowning, drowning in pussy\n  Lil' niggas on my nerves, man I swear they gon' push me\n  I don't wanna be around 'em, I ain't no rookie\n  You gon' have to pack a gun, bigger than the one that you pushing\n  Bitch you don't get it, maybe I'm too wicked\n  You gon' be up in the ground quick, if you do not make it\n  Aaah, follow the leader\n  There's no way to win, you've run into the reaper\n\n  [Verse 1: C-Mob]\n  Bring pain and I maim lames when I dump\n  Aim thangs, then I bang bang, let your veins drain in the trunk\n  Maintain with the Brain gang and I rain flames on a punk\n  You're not in the same lane, you're a plain Jane and you can't hang with us chump, where's my pump?\n  I think I left it where the chainsaw's at\n  Brains all splat, no love, puttin' four slugs in your Kangol hat\n  People so trife, get the Bowie knife, I'mma change all that\n  They got no life, I got more stripes than a Bengal back\n  AK’s in the freezer, pistols in the cooler\n  Level up until I gleam gold, I'm like king cold with the Ruger\n  I'm ill and see I do the prime villainy, a user\n  Of my ability of killin' I prefer the nine millimeter Luger\n  Shooters on the rooftop with heads in the crosshairs\n  Why does every rapper think they're what Pac said was a boss player?\n  Off their rocker, it's great when I shot ya\n  Purify 'em when I dump 'em in the waters of lake Minnetonka\n  Off the wall like MJ in '79\n  Don't stop 'til I get enough, I'mma hit 'em up, enemies dyin'\n  We shine, never decline, we grind in the meantime\n  See I'm so gone you approach wrong, better rewind\n  Up to my neck in feline\n  It's like I'm drowning\n  People telling me to be kind\n  Bitch I been clownin'\n  Give 'em this pain when I grip and take aim\n  C-Mob and Twisted Insane, sick in the brain\n  See upcoming rap shows\n  Get tickets for your favorite artists\n  You might also like\n  Ed Gein\n  Twisted Insane\n  Round 8\n  Twisted Insane\n  Worldwide Choppers\n  Tech N9ne\n  [Hook: Twisted Insane]\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  Feels like I'm drowning, drowning in pussy\n  Lil' niggas on my nerves, man I swear they gon' push me\n  I don't wanna be around 'em, I ain't no rookie\n  You gon' have to pack a gun, bigger than the one that you pushing\n  Bitch you don't get it, maybe I'm too wicked\n  You gon' be up in the ground quick, if you do not make it\n  Aaah, follow the leader\n  There's no way to win, you've run into the reaper\n\n  [Verse 2: Twisted Insane]\n  Blood stains when the slugs came in the dark\n  Nine times out of ten I'm gonna sin, aiming at your heart\n  But to fuck your proposition\n  Lead and drug 'em to the basement just so we could start\n  Coming face to face, you tried to plead the case and it was just a waste, I tore his ass apart\n  The last demon crept through the door slow with the fro, brain so sick\n  I don't wanna have to blast hun, I'll be the last nigga, better tame your bitch\n  Run them in the gas, then I let a match burn them in a flame so thick\n  Leave them dying in they feces, cut them up in pieces blood so we can feed your pits\n  Real life cannibal, mind state of an animal\n  Pop your cantaloupe, put a clip in and make you smilin' bitch and make it so you can't elope\n  There's no antidote, no fucks given, no luck for the masked men\n  Ask when you was finna die? Nigga no lie, you ain't lasting\n  Face bashed in, I am sin, I got bloody guts in the floorboards\n  With four more whores torn, I don't give a motherfuck\n  Automatic heaters and an eye out for the peepers and\n  AK's all in my freezer\n  Man I'm on a mission, I still wanna take 'em all out for the ride\n  Everybody thinking it's a party and they drinking on Bacardi\n  Getting faded but they really finna die\n  I got murder in my eye, think about it 'fore you wanna lie\n  Called me they been looking for your ride\n  Run up on you with the pot, peel you [?] open, take your life\n  Ain't nobody stopping if the niggas tried, semi-automatic lie\n  I'mma have to go into the freezer, get the heater up, then run up in the house\n  Hide up in the bathroom while they're coming down the hallway\n  I'mma hop out like I'm 'bout to show my niggas what I'm 'bout\n  You won't make it out the house\n  Came in this bitch 20 deep on a creep and looking for a lick\n  And your homies got to running from me, leaving you alone\n  And isn't that some shit?\n  I've got...\n  [Hook: Twisted Insane]\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  I got AK47's in the freezer\n  Feels like I'm drowning, drowning in pussy\n  Lil' niggas on my nerves, man I swear they gon' push me\n  I don't wanna be around 'em, I ain't no rookie\n  You gon' have to pack a gun, bigger than the one that you pushing\n  Bitch you don't get it, maybe I'm too wicked\n  You gon' be up in the ground quick, if you do not make it\n  Aaah, follow the leader\n  There's no way to win, you've run into the reaper\n"},{"id":7219079,"name":"Smoke And Mirrors","trackName":"Smoke And Mirrors","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna give you three seconds;\nExactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin\nOff your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you\nIf I ever see you here again, you die\nAnd tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson\nExcuse me?\nI said, we cut off your Johnson!\n\nKnew it from the get that homie told me you was a fake\nImma go and get it, imma keep it independent while you sit and wait\nI will get up every day and stand\nIn front of liquor store the only way\nShit I always keep it on me,\nI will never let you muthafuckas seal my fate\nAny minute I will get to swingin',\nAin't nobody bringin' heaters in my face\nHe never wakin' up from this im fuckin\nSick i bit em what you think it was a dream\nImma take his soul and put it in the\nBag and homie, ain't nobody on the case\nHomicide are comin' in this muthafucka to investigate the murder scene\nFuck 'em all, I walk up in the house [I got the rula?\n] Found somebody sleepin' on the couch,\nI woke 'em up and told 'em I' about to leave 'em hollow\nThen I put the pistol in his mouth and got\n'Em off to catch another muthafucka swallow\nWatch the body hit the floor and then I hit\nThe window and i'm makin' sure nobody follow\nGo ahead and come and get me,\nI ain't hard to find; showtime the Apollo\nI be laughing at,\nLookin' at 'em in the face when they realize they fucked up\nDon't begin to cry thinkin' maybe 'cause I will have no sorrow\nJust the last demon in your face\nLaughin' at your pain, nigga like what's up?\n\nLemme see him man\nIt's right back here\nWatchu got this time?\nThis is my problem\nMan, you ain't even killed the muthafucka yet\nMan, fuck all that.\nI need to get this muthafucka in this little ass container homie\nShit you shoulda dumped him last night before the trash came\nMan I can't do myself. Imma hold his head\nWatchu want me to do?\nYou hold his feet and push him\nTogether and we gon' squeeze him in there\nYepp, come on now\nGo!\n*Guy moaning, bones cracking and skin tearing*\nStrong ass mofo!\nGAWT DAMN!\n\nI got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\nSmoke and mirrors\n\nSomebody get these muthafuckas out my face before I street fight\nMake 'em wunna go rewrite when [I C side?] what it be like\nPosted by the streetlight make it three five when the\n[Thinkin' bout the body go pleed,\nLike I found pre fire?] when the meat slice\nPop it at the intalect like syntax the brain blow\nProlly on my infrared 'til these inbreds get mangled\nFuck it that's what the [info?\n] Said so that's what I'm diggin' graves fo'\nTell the engineer when the chamber ready and gas it let the brain go\n[????] talkin' press ons\nIf the truth was on my breath [???] betta teflon, the bets on\nRight handed but left strong\nPipe, hit 'em\n, 'til they head gone like a hedgehog\nIf I said you, then I said y'all\nNow fuckin' lead balls\nExcuse me with a [do milli?] all groupies, fuck y'all\nPetro\n\n'Cause I'm hearin' what they breathin' 'til these demons wunna let go\nSo I've been searchin' a reason to\nKill these heathens like I'm Deadpool\nHearin' what I'm speakin', yeah I'm hearin' what you said too\nFuck it, I hope you lead proof, get you popped from my bedroom\nSmokin' on a blunt, gettin' domed up off red bulls\nGet the chopper, I'll behead you\n\nFuck you doin'?\nShit, all we gotta now is fill this shit up with concrete\nConcrete?\nYeah. I seen that shit on tv bro,\nThat shit'll sink right to the bottom of the lake\nWell, whose whip you tryna take?\nShit it's whatever I got room in my whip\nAlright, fuck it, let's take yours then\nCome on, shit, that's on Brain\nCome on. Nighty night muthafucka!\nDump it!\n\nI got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\nSmoke and mirrors\n\nYeah. That's all it is nowadays homie.\nBullshit paraded to be reality.\nThey steer you blindly down the so called path of\nRighteousness. But in the end... huuaahahahaha! Smoke and mirrors\n\n*Dump plays in the background*\nAlright, so you sure he up here? I'm sayin' you sure he up here?\nI'm sure. He up there right now\nAlright, yeadat. Alright,\nBlood so they said he up here right now homie.\nIt's a muthafuckin fair and shit, blood,\nSo you know there's gon' be all type of kids and shit up out there.\nSo don't be actin' like no lil bitch and gettin' scared before we do\nThis shit.\nGet out there bussin' and get the fuck back to the whip nigga\nI'm with the shit\nHit that muthafucka one more time\n*Takes hit of blunt*\nCome on. Make sure you hit this nigga too.\nLook, there he go right here. Remember me nigga? Go!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke And Mirrors\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm gonna give you three seconds;\n  Exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin\n  Off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you\n  If I ever see you here again, you die\n  And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson\n  Excuse me?\n  I said, we cut off your Johnson!\n\n  Knew it from the get that homie told me you was a fake\n  Imma go and get it, imma keep it independent while you sit and wait\n  I will get up every day and stand\n  In front of liquor store the only way\n  Shit I always keep it on me,\n  I will never let you muthafuckas seal my fate\n  Any minute I will get to swingin',\n  Ain't nobody bringin' heaters in my face\n  He never wakin' up from this im fuckin\n  Sick i bit em what you think it was a dream\n  Imma take his soul and put it in the\n  Bag and homie, ain't nobody on the case\n  Homicide are comin' in this muthafucka to investigate the murder scene\n  Fuck 'em all, I walk up in the house [I got the rula?\n  ] Found somebody sleepin' on the couch,\n  I woke 'em up and told 'em I' about to leave 'em hollow\n  Then I put the pistol in his mouth and got\n  'Em off to catch another muthafucka swallow\n  Watch the body hit the floor and then I hit\n  The window and i'm makin' sure nobody follow\n  Go ahead and come and get me,\n  I ain't hard to find; showtime the Apollo\n  I be laughing at,\n  Lookin' at 'em in the face when they realize they fucked up\n  Don't begin to cry thinkin' maybe 'cause I will have no sorrow\n  Just the last demon in your face\n  Laughin' at your pain, nigga like what's up?\n\n  Lemme see him man\n  It's right back here\n  Watchu got this time?\n  This is my problem\n  Man, you ain't even killed the muthafucka yet\n  Man, fuck all that.\n  I need to get this muthafucka in this little ass container homie\n  Shit you shoulda dumped him last night before the trash came\n  Man I can't do myself. Imma hold his head\n  Watchu want me to do?\n  You hold his feet and push him\n  Together and we gon' squeeze him in there\n  Yepp, come on now\n  Go!\n  *Guy moaning, bones cracking and skin tearing*\n  Strong ass mofo!\n  GAWT DAMN!\n\n  I got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  Smoke and mirrors\n\n  Somebody get these muthafuckas out my face before I street fight\n  Make 'em wunna go rewrite when [I C side?] what it be like\n  Posted by the streetlight make it three five when the\n  [Thinkin' bout the body go pleed,\n  Like I found pre fire?] when the meat slice\n  Pop it at the intalect like syntax the brain blow\n  Prolly on my infrared 'til these inbreds get mangled\n  Fuck it that's what the [info?\n  ] Said so that's what I'm diggin' graves fo'\n  Tell the engineer when the chamber ready and gas it let the brain go\n  [????] talkin' press ons\n  If the truth was on my breath [???] betta teflon, the bets on\n  Right handed but left strong\n  Pipe, hit 'em\n  , 'til they head gone like a hedgehog\n  If I said you, then I said y'all\n  Now fuckin' lead balls\n  Excuse me with a [do milli?] all groupies, fuck y'all\n  Petro\n\n  'Cause I'm hearin' what they breathin' 'til these demons wunna let go\n  So I've been searchin' a reason to\n  Kill these heathens like I'm Deadpool\n  Hearin' what I'm speakin', yeah I'm hearin' what you said too\n  Fuck it, I hope you lead proof, get you popped from my bedroom\n  Smokin' on a blunt, gettin' domed up off red bulls\n  Get the chopper, I'll behead you\n\n  Fuck you doin'?\n  Shit, all we gotta now is fill this shit up with concrete\n  Concrete?\n  Yeah. I seen that shit on tv bro,\n  That shit'll sink right to the bottom of the lake\n  Well, whose whip you tryna take?\n  Shit it's whatever I got room in my whip\n  Alright, fuck it, let's take yours then\n  Come on, shit, that's on Brain\n  Come on. Nighty night muthafucka!\n  Dump it!\n\n  I got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  Smoke and mirrors\n\n  Yeah. That's all it is nowadays homie.\n  Bullshit paraded to be reality.\n  They steer you blindly down the so called path of\n  Righteousness. But in the end... huuaahahahaha! Smoke and mirrors\n\n  *Dump plays in the background*\n  Alright, so you sure he up here? I'm sayin' you sure he up here?\n  I'm sure. He up there right now\n  Alright, yeadat. Alright,\n  Blood so they said he up here right now homie.\n  It's a muthafuckin fair and shit, blood,\n  So you know there's gon' be all type of kids and shit up out there.\n  So don't be actin' like no lil bitch and gettin' scared before we do\n  This shit.\n  Get out there bussin' and get the fuck back to the whip nigga\n  I'm with the shit\n  Hit that muthafucka one more time\n  *Takes hit of blunt*\n  Come on. Make sure you hit this nigga too.\n  Look, there he go right here. Remember me nigga? Go!\n"},{"id":7119128,"name":"Ken and Ryus Massacre (feat. Iso)","trackName":"Ken and Ryus Massacre (feat. Iso)","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woke up in a good mood, but I got a phone call from blood\nTelling me bullshit 'bout a nigga wanna get deep in the funk\nHow is this man, they get me pissed, when I only show love\nThat's the type of shit that make a\nNigga wanna pull that heat from the trunk\nI am different type of nigga that be waiting for you in your living\nRoom bring you to your doom, motherfucker whom is you kiddin'?\nThey don't wanna go to war,\nPut the nigga's brain fragments on the ceilin'\nDon't take my life, tell my wife hide the children\nPhony, niggas acting like a motherfucker really know me\nGo to war, homie bring the .44 like it's Xbox on Sony\nMy sight got him with the red dot, aim right at they dome\nHit them with the chrome,\nI got more where that came from, that's on me\nI'm a pistol poppin', poltergeist, and puppet master,\nPuffin' purple puff a puff, bottles bustin', barely breathin'.\nBeat 'em, buck 'em, but I'm Boolin' back and Brackin', motherfucker\nNuff of the talk time to match wits\nWhich one did I poison? Should I drink? Did he switch it?\nEvery time I wanna go to war I got 'em runnin' like a motherfucker\nPut him up against it murder man and they\nGon' have to find tha body part up in a ditch\n187\n\nRun up on a heavy with the fuckin' MAC-11\nTake a nigga heart, right out middle killing what now\nDuck down for the ground and do you really wanna come get to flexing\nBlood I'm built for this shit\nLooking at everything a nigga done built brain I'd kill for this shit\nDo we have a problem? Do we gotta put the millimeter to your noggin\nBlow your memories out, then we leave out broad daylight joggin'\nFrom you novice\n[Turn a nigga 6 months old call it carp fish,\nMelt 'em black?\n] As if they coming heavy and we put 'em in a creek no Dawson\nQuit talkin' bitch Y'all is just targets, 'cause ruckus\nThe one who dat doesn't apply to, me make anything\nMy dick please get off it,\nYour bitch leaves it softened, I'm in it ISO so intriguin' author\nI don't have any sense left\n\nI will put a bullet in chest\n\nLift a nigga like a bench press\n\nLooking like you're born of incest\n\nLike Johnny my shit's in-depth (Depp)\n\nWe 'bout to bubble like its meth\n\nRun up on him with the semtex\n\nReally I'm not impressed\n\nWhat you really wanna say the run will have a hero\nWhen you're rapping to me in the parking lot have no interest\nHurry up I gotta get up in this fucking vehicle to get up in this\nLil pussy waiting for me with the 100 man the bitch is tremendous\nI'm a-fucking-mazing, when it's coming to the racing\nI be swimming through you niggas and I'm\nWinning like I'm Michael Phelps in Beijing\nNo chasing no niggas up in here it's\nOn the roof and bitches aim Things(?)\n\nPull up on a nigga that get at me hit\n'Em with it, let you niggas do the gay thing\n\nNo faking\n\nOn the real shit like I'm artificial for the base G (?)\nOops I mean bath salts\nI'm an asshole,\nShits I'm taking on anybody that be\nSteady coming with the bullshit MJ Team I'm dope\nPut him in a hole like an 8 ball, no MJG\n\nWHAT'S BRACKIN'?\n\nYou don't wanna be the one to run up on a nightmare\nNight time Nah I'm finna push a nigga might fly with a MAC-10\nHop back in then be around the corner\nClack-clack with the strap and\nWatch brains drip it's the brainsick,\nNiggas ain't shit, matter fact when I\n\nRun up on him and I\n\nCatch him in the parking lot, like: \"What's up?\"\nShit I'm sick, it'll be your worst day, you thought you had nuts\n\nNiggas never really knew what he was dealing\nWith and like a dealers, stack get cut homie now\n\nNow what's about to be the last thing\nYou see 'fore you cut blood you stuck\n\nIn a sticky situation like a bitch and I'll be with her penetrating\nAnd I don't really give a shit if niggas\nHating homie where the fuck are you insinuating\nBet you niggas always tripping\nI'mma get to take the boobies suck\nAnd fuck I really don't know, pity tho\nTripping on a bitch, end a nigga that quick video, just\n\nEnd it\nDifferent nigga wanna get defended, suspended\n\nLike a whip out my nigga bounce out with the brand new suspension\nGot tension, pull the MAC out, blackout, leave no witness\nWhen I get this like a pat down restaurant give you da business\nHey Twisted\n\nQuit his Brackin everybody slackin' ain't nobody\nRappin' like a devolution (?) homie you pollution\nWhen I pull up on 'em bustin' with the MAC you better get you back up\nWhen I'm at your back and they don't wanna come and see what's in my\nSack and niggas at your back door with a fat bowl and a Henny\nBottle on my lap I put you on a\nRaincheck and that will be the little bit\nWho really wanna say shit [?] I can run up to to the nigga,\nMuthafucka wanna step up to the pain?\nThey don't wanna piece of a hunter\nBeast, undefeated when I'm on the range\nAin't nobody wanna go against the best\nPut me to the test and I'm always game, nigga that's brain","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ken and Ryus Massacre (feat. Iso)\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Woke up in a good mood, but I got a phone call from blood\n  Telling me bullshit 'bout a nigga wanna get deep in the funk\n  How is this man, they get me pissed, when I only show love\n  That's the type of shit that make a\n  Nigga wanna pull that heat from the trunk\n  I am different type of nigga that be waiting for you in your living\n  Room bring you to your doom, motherfucker whom is you kiddin'?\n  They don't wanna go to war,\n  Put the nigga's brain fragments on the ceilin'\n  Don't take my life, tell my wife hide the children\n  Phony, niggas acting like a motherfucker really know me\n  Go to war, homie bring the .44 like it's Xbox on Sony\n  My sight got him with the red dot, aim right at they dome\n  Hit them with the chrome,\n  I got more where that came from, that's on me\n  I'm a pistol poppin', poltergeist, and puppet master,\n  Puffin' purple puff a puff, bottles bustin', barely breathin'.\n  Beat 'em, buck 'em, but I'm Boolin' back and Brackin', motherfucker\n  Nuff of the talk time to match wits\n  Which one did I poison? Should I drink? Did he switch it?\n  Every time I wanna go to war I got 'em runnin' like a motherfucker\n  Put him up against it murder man and they\n  Gon' have to find tha body part up in a ditch\n  187\n\n  Run up on a heavy with the fuckin' MAC-11\n  Take a nigga heart, right out middle killing what now\n  Duck down for the ground and do you really wanna come get to flexing\n  Blood I'm built for this shit\n  Looking at everything a nigga done built brain I'd kill for this shit\n  Do we have a problem? Do we gotta put the millimeter to your noggin\n  Blow your memories out, then we leave out broad daylight joggin'\n  From you novice\n  [Turn a nigga 6 months old call it carp fish,\n  Melt 'em black?\n  ] As if they coming heavy and we put 'em in a creek no Dawson\n  Quit talkin' bitch Y'all is just targets, 'cause ruckus\n  The one who dat doesn't apply to, me make anything\n  My dick please get off it,\n  Your bitch leaves it softened, I'm in it ISO so intriguin' author\n  I don't have any sense left\n\n  I will put a bullet in chest\n\n  Lift a nigga like a bench press\n\n  Looking like you're born of incest\n\n  Like Johnny my shit's in-depth (Depp)\n\n  We 'bout to bubble like its meth\n\n  Run up on him with the semtex\n\n  Really I'm not impressed\n\n  What you really wanna say the run will have a hero\n  When you're rapping to me in the parking lot have no interest\n  Hurry up I gotta get up in this fucking vehicle to get up in this\n  Lil pussy waiting for me with the 100 man the bitch is tremendous\n  I'm a-fucking-mazing, when it's coming to the racing\n  I be swimming through you niggas and I'm\n  Winning like I'm Michael Phelps in Beijing\n  No chasing no niggas up in here it's\n  On the roof and bitches aim Things(?)\n\n  Pull up on a nigga that get at me hit\n  'Em with it, let you niggas do the gay thing\n\n  No faking\n\n  On the real shit like I'm artificial for the base G (?)\n  Oops I mean bath salts\n  I'm an asshole,\n  Shits I'm taking on anybody that be\n  Steady coming with the bullshit MJ Team I'm dope\n  Put him in a hole like an 8 ball, no MJG\n\n  WHAT'S BRACKIN'?\n\n  You don't wanna be the one to run up on a nightmare\n  Night time Nah I'm finna push a nigga might fly with a MAC-10\n  Hop back in then be around the corner\n  Clack-clack with the strap and\n  Watch brains drip it's the brainsick,\n  Niggas ain't shit, matter fact when I\n\n  Run up on him and I\n\n  Catch him in the parking lot, like: \"What's up?\"\n  Shit I'm sick, it'll be your worst day, you thought you had nuts\n\n  Niggas never really knew what he was dealing\n  With and like a dealers, stack get cut homie now\n\n  Now what's about to be the last thing\n  You see 'fore you cut blood you stuck\n\n  In a sticky situation like a bitch and I'll be with her penetrating\n  And I don't really give a shit if niggas\n  Hating homie where the fuck are you insinuating\n  Bet you niggas always tripping\n  I'mma get to take the boobies suck\n  And fuck I really don't know, pity tho\n  Tripping on a bitch, end a nigga that quick video, just\n\n  End it\n  Different nigga wanna get defended, suspended\n\n  Like a whip out my nigga bounce out with the brand new suspension\n  Got tension, pull the MAC out, blackout, leave no witness\n  When I get this like a pat down restaurant give you da business\n  Hey Twisted\n\n  Quit his Brackin everybody slackin' ain't nobody\n  Rappin' like a devolution (?) homie you pollution\n  When I pull up on 'em bustin' with the MAC you better get you back up\n  When I'm at your back and they don't wanna come and see what's in my\n  Sack and niggas at your back door with a fat bowl and a Henny\n  Bottle on my lap I put you on a\n  Raincheck and that will be the little bit\n  Who really wanna say shit [?] I can run up to to the nigga,\n  Muthafucka wanna step up to the pain?\n  They don't wanna piece of a hunter\n  Beast, undefeated when I'm on the range\n  Ain't nobody wanna go against the best\n  Put me to the test and I'm always game, nigga that's brain\n"},{"id":6635062,"name":"Ed Gein","trackName":"Ed Gein","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hold up here he come nigga\nBitch ass nigga!\nHelp me drag him to the whip\nPsh, heavy ass muthafucka\nAlright help me lift him in the trunk\nBitch ass nigga!\nCome on\nLet's ride\n\nDrunked up behind the wheel, fuck\nRising up in the night time on an ill one\nRemind me to turn a blind eye like a real one\nDo or die hit 'em by a mile high with a steel gun\nThe night has begun\nNo it ain't no re-run,\nThis shit live when I'm in the\nBuilding you get high with the sickness\nIn the cut I roll it up and take another hit before I get vicious\nThe monster in the dark unleashing\nDemons and they coming to me with the witches\nLeaving no witness\nBlaze spliff with the Brainsick after dark\nShootin' shit up out the water bottle when I put a hollow in your car\nFo' fifth hocus pocus [?]\nWalk up with the pow pow give a shoutout to Bizarre\nSick when I'm with the mask on like Michael\nWalk in full of hate, Norman Bates type psycho\nCome out in the night, time better get your rifle\nSpin around ten times and you let it off when I pull the blindfold\nWhen I'm up in Colorado [?] me with the weed\nHit the homie baby Louis pull up in the foreign roll up on the beat\nHe told me that he got some info on\nThe where abouts of all the enemies\nSo I pull up on him with the heater hanging\nOut the window talking 'bout \"you remember me?\"\nTo keep it all the way G, I done did it ever since I had a pager\nMiddle in the night I come into your house looking for fucking paper\nAnything to pursue some money, even taking DVD players\nAnd I ain't going home until a nigga hit up another hundred capers\nI'm a god, nigga that's that Manson\nMob, but I got a time for your ransom\nNine better be fine are they dancing\nNigga like Suge Night got no time for your dancing\nMurder 'em them is a fashion\nGrew up and I really never had trust\nPlus I will really come into your home invading your space\nAny minute they gon' find that they up in a dark room with the fiend\nTime to run away from the demon then I put somebodies skin on my face\nEd Gein\n\nNature of man to do the things he did to that person\nIn plain sight scattered throughout the\nHouse was a ghastly array of human remains\nIt's so macabre, so bizarre, so deviant, that we can't look away\nHis name was Ed Gein\n\nNigga this that\nEd Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\nI murder everybody up on the\nMicrophone and murder everybody in real life\nNigga this that\nEd Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\nI murder everybody up on the\nMicrophone and murder everybody in real life\nNigga this that\nEd Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\nI murder everybody up on the\nMicrophone and murder everybody in real life\nNigga this that\nEd Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\nI murder everybody up on the\nMicrophone and murder everybody in real life\n\nEd Gein on Halloween I'm Brainsick\nThey be woofin' on the phone,\nBut everytime I meet 'em they don't even say shit\nKnowing every single word get up on\nMy nerves, and I be giving face lifts\nMake an incision off a wrong decision\nNow you walkin' 'round this buildin faceless\nTake this, bullet to the [?] head, [?]\nHow the fuck you want my trust when I\nDon't trust the mother fuckers on my damn team\nDarkness finna come any minute [?]\n[?] make it sicker maybe it's the Brainsick in me\nYou one of the only ones, fuck that,\nYou ain't the only one with a loaded gun\nWouldn't trust you with my life,\nAlways had you up on my side even when I'm rollin' one\nRaised up at the Jurassic Park with the T-Rex, you ain't knowin' one\nGive a nigga couple bitches,\nTook him out the ditches couldn't even say I owe you one\nBut that's a different [?], niggas get all big headed\nI beat the shit up out a perpetrator\nNot boring like a fuckin' diss record\nYou the type of nigga that'll run away and then cry to the detective\nAnd I'm the one to be cramped up in a hotel just suspected\nBodies hangin' in the corner with the marijuana and yes I am a fiend\nPut a person [?]\n[?] spleen\nAnd doin' all the wicked type of shit\nThat you muthafuckas saw in your dream\nI mean, cut 'em up make a wallpaper with your titties\nDon't trip if I'm all out we can go out get plenty\nHang out with brains out with the bang bang no chiddy\nThen walk up on him in the broad day in a hallway with the 50\nGet me, but I [?] trippy,\nWhen I shot through your dickies,\nBut I [?] shitty, But I'm not so so iffy\nBut you run around with your chest out on super thug\nLike them niggas be like fuck that, so what I been shot before\nTurn your leg into a lamp; I'm o Ralphy Shit\nHoe lookin' like an alien type tramp; Alfy bitch\nBeat off, cut your feet off for fun\nAnd trust you don't really want none with the one\nEd Gein\n\nNigga this that\nEd Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\nI murder everybody up on the\nMicrophone and murder everybody in real life\nNigga this that\nEd Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\nI murder everybody up on the\nMicrophone and murder everybody in real life\nNigga this that\nEd Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\nI murder everybody up on the\nMicrophone and murder everybody in real life\nNigga this that\nEd Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\nI murder everybody up on the\nMicrophone and murder everybody in real life\n\nInvestigators were completely stunned and appalled to discover this\nIncredible collection of human body objects. Uh,\nAnd among the things they found were bowls\nThat had been made from the tops of human skulls\nAnd then they found what looked like trinkets,\nBut it was like a string of nipples from breasts, all on a string\nThey found a shade pole that was made from a set of of women's lips\nAnd they had found other body parts there.\nThen you'd go out into what would be\nLike a living room and they found furniture\nA lamp shade that was made out of human\nSkin, a chairs that we upholstered in human skin\nThey found face masks,\nGein had apparently flayed the skin from the heads of victims and\nPreserve them and stuffed them with\nPaper and hung them on the wall as decorations\nHanging from the rafters, upside down,\nWith her head off and gutted like a deer\nHis name was Ed Gein","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.24] Hold up here he come nigga\n[00:07.06] Bitch ass nigga!\n[00:09.00] Help me drag him to the whip\n[00:11.98] Psh, heavy ass muthafucka\n[00:15.30] Alright help me lift him in the trunk\n[00:19.39] Bitch ass nigga!\n[00:21.76] Come on\n[00:27.24] Let's ride\n[00:37.49] Drunked up behind the wheel, fuck\n[00:39.39] Rising up in the night time on an ill one\n[00:41.53] Remind me to turn a blind eye like a real one\n[00:43.70] Do or die hit 'em by a mile high with a steel gun\n[00:45.86] The night has begun\n[00:46.79] No it ain't no re-run,\n[00:47.57] This shit live when I'm in the\n[00:48.19] Building you get high with the sickness\n[00:50.14] In the cut I roll it up and take another hit before I get vicious\n[00:52.40] The monster in the dark unleashing\n[00:53.21] Demons and they coming to me with the witches\n[00:54.89] Leaving no witness\n[00:56.01] Blaze spliff with the Brainsick after dark\n[00:57.72] Shootin' shit up out the water bottle when I put a hollow in your car\n[01:00.00] Fo' fifth hocus pocus [?]\n[01:02.23] Walk up with the pow pow give a shoutout to Bizarre\n[01:04.55] Sick when I'm with the mask on like Michael\n[01:06.40] Walk in full of hate, Norman Bates type psycho\n[01:08.73] Come out in the night, time better get your rifle\n[01:10.92] Spin around ten times and you let it off when I pull the blindfold\n[01:13.35] When I'm up in Colorado [?] me with the weed\n[01:15.53] Hit the homie baby Louis pull up in the foreign roll up on the beat\n[01:17.76] He told me that he got some info on\n[01:18.70] The where abouts of all the enemies\n[01:19.99] So I pull up on him with the heater hanging\n[01:20.75] Out the window talking 'bout \"you remember me?\"\n[01:22.48] To keep it all the way G, I done did it ever since I had a pager\n[01:24.89] Middle in the night I come into your house looking for fucking paper\n[01:27.15] Anything to pursue some money, even taking DVD players\n[01:29.34] And I ain't going home until a nigga hit up another hundred capers\n[01:31.54] I'm a god, nigga that's that Manson\n[01:34.64] Mob, but I got a time for your ransom\n[01:36.84] Nine better be fine are they dancing\n[01:38.88] Nigga like Suge Night got no time for your dancing\n[01:40.94] Murder 'em them is a fashion\n[01:42.11] Grew up and I really never had trust\n[01:43.87] Plus I will really come into your home invading your space\n[01:46.12] Any minute they gon' find that they up in a dark room with the fiend\n[01:48.22] Time to run away from the demon then I put somebodies skin on my face\n[01:50.64] Ed Gein\n[01:51.36] Nature of man to do the things he did to that person\n[01:56.37] In plain sight scattered throughout the\n[01:58.29] House was a ghastly array of human remains\n[02:01.98] It's so macabre, so bizarre, so deviant, that we can't look away\n[02:07.72] His name was Ed Gein\n[02:08.83] Nigga this that\n[02:09.88] Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n[02:11.69] I murder everybody up on the\n[02:12.11] Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n[02:13.80] Nigga this that\n[02:14.26] Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n[02:15.94] I murder everybody up on the\n[02:16.67] Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n[02:18.42] Nigga this that\n[02:19.05] Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n[02:20.75] I murder everybody up on the\n[02:21.38] Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n[02:23.17] Nigga this that\n[02:23.66] Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n[02:25.27] I murder everybody up on the\n[02:25.96] Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n[02:28.32] Ed Gein on Halloween I'm Brainsick\n[02:29.92] They be woofin' on the phone,\n[02:30.75] But everytime I meet 'em they don't even say shit\n[02:32.24] Knowing every single word get up on\n[02:33.08] My nerves, and I be giving face lifts\n[02:34.46] Make an incision off a wrong decision\n[02:35.59] Now you walkin' 'round this buildin faceless\n[02:36.82] Take this, bullet to the [?] head, [?]\n[02:39.28] How the fuck you want my trust when I\n[02:40.14] Don't trust the mother fuckers on my damn team\n[02:41.48] Darkness finna come any minute [?]\n[02:43.85] [?] make it sicker maybe it's the Brainsick in me\n[02:46.13] You one of the only ones, fuck that,\n[02:47.27] You ain't the only one with a loaded gun\n[02:48.37] Wouldn't trust you with my life,\n[02:49.35] Always had you up on my side even when I'm rollin' one\n[02:50.86] Raised up at the Jurassic Park with the T-Rex, you ain't knowin' one\n[02:52.86] Give a nigga couple bitches,\n[02:53.75] Took him out the ditches couldn't even say I owe you one\n[02:55.36] But that's a different [?], niggas get all big headed\n[02:57.72] I beat the shit up out a perpetrator\n[02:58.69] Not boring like a fuckin' diss record\n[02:59.93] You the type of nigga that'll run away and then cry to the detective\n[03:02.35] And I'm the one to be cramped up in a hotel just suspected\n[03:04.54] Bodies hangin' in the corner with the marijuana and yes I am a fiend\n[03:06.78] Put a person [?]\n[03:09.33] [?] spleen\n[03:11.42] And doin' all the wicked type of shit\n[03:12.24] That you muthafuckas saw in your dream\n[03:13.80] I mean, cut 'em up make a wallpaper with your titties\n[03:16.18] Don't trip if I'm all out we can go out get plenty\n[03:18.47] Hang out with brains out with the bang bang no chiddy\n[03:20.62] Then walk up on him in the broad day in a hallway with the 50\n[03:22.93] Get me, but I [?] trippy,\n[03:24.72] When I shot through your dickies,\n[03:25.81] But I [?] shitty, But I'm not so so iffy\n[03:28.29] But you run around with your chest out on super thug\n[03:29.91] Like them niggas be like fuck that, so what I been shot before\n[03:32.83] Turn your leg into a lamp; I'm o Ralphy Shit\n[03:34.67] Hoe lookin' like an alien type tramp; Alfy bitch\n[03:37.05] Beat off, cut your feet off for fun\n[03:39.02] And trust you don't really want none with the one\n[03:41.32] Ed Gein\n[03:59.68] Nigga this that\n[04:00.59] Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n[04:02.20] I murder everybody up on the\n[04:02.83] Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n[04:04.16] Nigga this that\n[04:04.96] Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n[04:06.79] I murder everybody up on the\n[04:07.42] Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n[04:08.78] Nigga this that\n[04:09.58] Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n[04:11.36] I murder everybody up on the\n[04:12.03] Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n[04:13.53] Nigga this that\n[04:14.24] Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n[04:15.87] I murder everybody up on the\n[04:16.76] Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n[04:19.19] Investigators were completely stunned and appalled to discover this\n[04:22.68] Incredible collection of human body objects. Uh,\n[04:26.54] And among the things they found were bowls\n[04:30.06] That had been made from the tops of human skulls\n[04:32.90] And then they found what looked like trinkets,\n[04:35.38] But it was like a string of nipples from breasts, all on a string\n[04:41.49] They found a shade pole that was made from a set of of women's lips\n[04:46.11] And they had found other body parts there.\n[04:48.67] Then you'd go out into what would be\n[04:50.10] Like a living room and they found furniture\n[04:55.85] A lamp shade that was made out of human\n[04:58.85] Skin, a chairs that we upholstered in human skin\n[05:06.65] They found face masks,\n[05:09.28] Gein had apparently flayed the skin from the heads of victims and\n[05:14.47] Preserve them and stuffed them with\n[05:16.04] Paper and hung them on the wall as decorations\n[05:20.37] Hanging from the rafters, upside down,\n[05:23.57] With her head off and gutted like a deer\n[05:27.98] His name was Ed Gein\n[05:30.03] 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254240\n  end_ms: 255870\n- text: I murder everybody up on the\n  start_ms: 255870\n  end_ms: 256760\n- text: Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n  start_ms: 256760\n  end_ms: 259190\n- text: Investigators were completely stunned and appalled to discover this\n  start_ms: 259190\n  end_ms: 262680\n- text: Incredible collection of human body objects. 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mile high with a steel gun\n  The night has begun\n  No it ain't no re-run,\n  This shit live when I'm in the\n  Building you get high with the sickness\n  In the cut I roll it up and take another hit before I get vicious\n  The monster in the dark unleashing\n  Demons and they coming to me with the witches\n  Leaving no witness\n  Blaze spliff with the Brainsick after dark\n  Shootin' shit up out the water bottle when I put a hollow in your car\n  Fo' fifth hocus pocus [?]\n  Walk up with the pow pow give a shoutout to Bizarre\n  Sick when I'm with the mask on like Michael\n  Walk in full of hate, Norman Bates type psycho\n  Come out in the night, time better get your rifle\n  Spin around ten times and you let it off when I pull the blindfold\n  When I'm up in Colorado [?] me with the weed\n  Hit the homie baby Louis pull up in the foreign roll up on the beat\n  He told me that he got some info on\n  The where abouts of all the enemies\n  So I pull up on him with the heater hanging\n  Out the window talking 'bout \"you remember me?\"\n  To keep it all the way G, I done did it ever since I had a pager\n  Middle in the night I come into your house looking for fucking paper\n  Anything to pursue some money, even taking DVD players\n  And I ain't going home until a nigga hit up another hundred capers\n  I'm a god, nigga that's that Manson\n  Mob, but I got a time for your ransom\n  Nine better be fine are they dancing\n  Nigga like Suge Night got no time for your dancing\n  Murder 'em them is a fashion\n  Grew up and I really never had trust\n  Plus I will really come into your home invading your space\n  Any minute they gon' find that they up in a dark room with the fiend\n  Time to run away from the demon then I put somebodies skin on my face\n  Ed Gein\n\n  Nature of man to do the things he did to that person\n  In plain sight scattered throughout the\n  House was a ghastly array of human remains\n  It's so macabre, so bizarre, so deviant, that we can't look away\n  His name was Ed Gein\n\n  Nigga this that\n  Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n  I murder everybody up on the\n  Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n  Nigga this that\n  Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n  I murder everybody up on the\n  Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n  Nigga this that\n  Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n  I murder everybody up on the\n  Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n  Nigga this that\n  Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n  I murder everybody up on the\n  Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n\n  Ed Gein on Halloween I'm Brainsick\n  They be woofin' on the phone,\n  But everytime I meet 'em they don't even say shit\n  Knowing every single word get up on\n  My nerves, and I be giving face lifts\n  Make an incision off a wrong decision\n  Now you walkin' 'round this buildin faceless\n  Take this, bullet to the [?] head, [?]\n  How the fuck you want my trust when I\n  Don't trust the mother fuckers on my damn team\n  Darkness finna come any minute [?]\n  [?] make it sicker maybe it's the Brainsick in me\n  You one of the only ones, fuck that,\n  You ain't the only one with a loaded gun\n  Wouldn't trust you with my life,\n  Always had you up on my side even when I'm rollin' one\n  Raised up at the Jurassic Park with the T-Rex, you ain't knowin' one\n  Give a nigga couple bitches,\n  Took him out the ditches couldn't even say I owe you one\n  But that's a different [?], niggas get all big headed\n  I beat the shit up out a perpetrator\n  Not boring like a fuckin' diss record\n  You the type of nigga that'll run away and then cry to the detective\n  And I'm the one to be cramped up in a hotel just suspected\n  Bodies hangin' in the corner with the marijuana and yes I am a fiend\n  Put a person [?]\n  [?] spleen\n  And doin' all the wicked type of shit\n  That you muthafuckas saw in your dream\n  I mean, cut 'em up make a wallpaper with your titties\n  Don't trip if I'm all out we can go out get plenty\n  Hang out with brains out with the bang bang no chiddy\n  Then walk up on him in the broad day in a hallway with the 50\n  Get me, but I [?] trippy,\n  When I shot through your dickies,\n  But I [?] shitty, But I'm not so so iffy\n  But you run around with your chest out on super thug\n  Like them niggas be like fuck that, so what I been shot before\n  Turn your leg into a lamp; I'm o Ralphy Shit\n  Hoe lookin' like an alien type tramp; Alfy bitch\n  Beat off, cut your feet off for fun\n  And trust you don't really want none with the one\n  Ed Gein\n\n  Nigga this that\n  Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n  I murder everybody up on the\n  Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n  Nigga this that\n  Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n  I murder everybody up on the\n  Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n  Nigga this that\n  Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n  I murder everybody up on the\n  Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n  Nigga this that\n  Ed Gein on Halloween, I'm Brainsick\n  I murder everybody up on the\n  Microphone and murder everybody in real life\n\n  Investigators were completely stunned and appalled to discover this\n  Incredible collection of human body objects. Uh,\n  And among the things they found were bowls\n  That had been made from the tops of human skulls\n  And then they found what looked like trinkets,\n  But it was like a string of nipples from breasts, all on a string\n  They found a shade pole that was made from a set of of women's lips\n  And they had found other body parts there.\n  Then you'd go out into what would be\n  Like a living room and they found furniture\n  A lamp shade that was made out of human\n  Skin, a chairs that we upholstered in human skin\n  They found face masks,\n  Gein had apparently flayed the skin from the heads of victims and\n  Preserve them and stuffed them with\n  Paper and hung them on the wall as decorations\n  Hanging from the rafters, upside down,\n  With her head off and gutted like a deer\n  His name was Ed Gein\n"},{"id":6158381,"name":"No Heart","trackName":"No Heart","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Somebody better come get this bitch\nFor I put her in the dirt with the worms\nLookin' like a big worm with the perm\nTell me when the fuck is you gone learn\nI'm repulsive I'll send you on a quick trip to yo burn\nSomebody want that brainsick that\nMurder in the dark night time might kill her\nOne time for the KC homeboys 'sup Mike Zilla\nOne time for the 40 bottle I'ma hit my real buildings up\nI RIP buildings up put em in the dirt, don't you know i am Godzilla\nShadow in the dark Dracula NosFaratu Times ten\nNiggas gang banging and they aim things they bang bang for a ten\nBullets let loose when I took his shoes,\nBut I don't wear size 10s I know mother\nFuckers who owe niggas so I took 'em for them\nThey call me crazy 'cause I'm evil\nYou like 'em alive, but I like to fuck on dead people\nFeeling like a nigga was on that horror shit gore\nLike put 'em in box chopped up no brain it's no sequel\nDoing the voodoo Shaka Zulu I'm Papa Shango\nKing of the ape season nigga straight out that Congo\nEnemy's in presences everyday smile up in my face\nBucking a mother fucker, just like I was up on fucking rumble\nA Wolf like Jack Nicholson, Bite\nNever know when I'ma strike and I'ma\nLycan nigga that's in my blood stream\nNobody's there to save you from your nightmare,\nI'm right there with a chainsaw,\nRip brains off every time a nigga go hunting\nThey want a nigga for a record deal but I rather be brainsick\nI just really wanna eat never wanna be all famous\nPut in a black casket so drastic how that nigga got\nThem bullet holes in his face and that plastic got zipped\nStrung up by the nut sack exposed to his friends\nThrew the bitch for the rage up in the cage with two hens\nTell the hoe \"the end\"\nThen take off in the night time to write\nRhymes about every thing that I have just sinned\nNo heart\n\nI didn't mean to startle you\nThat's alright\nYou know it's Halloween.\nI guess it's around the time when everyone gets scared\nShe just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes\nAnd you know what the most\nFrightening thing in the world is? It's fear\nAfraid!\nDon't be afraid!\nNo... be afraid. Be very afraid\nWhat?\n\nSomebody betta come get this bitch before\nI put her in that box with the lid (what)\nYou ain't know I was so sick (but)\nRun fast, but you still got hit (shit, well)\nPut 'em in the body bag to get zipped up\nRun for the hills nigga, but this is not no Yosemite\nVoodoo, nigga, I thought you knew Baron Samedi\nThe pitbull off the leash I'm finna beast ya runnin' around and be\nTalkin' that peace stuff and I'm choppin' them\nBitches putting 'em up in boxes for what they did to me\n(Mind gone)\nTold a nigga nobody would ever relate to me\nI've had it up to here fuck cheers\nEnough of the fugazzary\nBlack magic nobody wouldn't let nobody in my life\nBut fuck it ain't nobody here nigga look at what they made of me\n619 rep it 'till my death and that's on TD\nSoutheast with a green rag and a piece LPB\nBitches be lying and suckin on dicks\nSo I pay no attention what you tellin' me\nDon't think it's a real world where demons won't hang\nCome boys and girls to the world of the brain\nReally don't give a shit about how many clips you rang\nHomies walk up on your spot at night and bang bang bang bang!\nNigga, no love\nFans show a nigga none in no time blood\nSliced up from the neck nigga to the wrist bitch your time's up\nYou ain't gotta remind us\nThese muthafuckas be lookin' at me for\nFour years got the whole DEA right behind us\nQuit whatever you're doing and come and murder with me\nEat a brain and body like it was a burger with me\nI don't wanna hear no fuckin' dirt about me\nI'd rather be up in yo spot on a burglary\nTV's with 3D holy jackpot I'm rich\nYou bitches dudded, just back off my dick\nMost people scared to get they blast on\nImma kill a nigga with a mask on\nThen calmly just walk to my whip\nNo Heart","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Heart\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Somebody better come get this bitch\n  For I put her in the dirt with the worms\n  Lookin' like a big worm with the perm\n  Tell me when the fuck is you gone learn\n  I'm repulsive I'll send you on a quick trip to yo burn\n  Somebody want that brainsick that\n  Murder in the dark night time might kill her\n  One time for the KC homeboys 'sup Mike Zilla\n  One time for the 40 bottle I'ma hit my real buildings up\n  I RIP buildings up put em in the dirt, don't you know i am Godzilla\n  Shadow in the dark Dracula NosFaratu Times ten\n  Niggas gang banging and they aim things they bang bang for a ten\n  Bullets let loose when I took his shoes,\n  But I don't wear size 10s I know mother\n  Fuckers who owe niggas so I took 'em for them\n  They call me crazy 'cause I'm evil\n  You like 'em alive, but I like to fuck on dead people\n  Feeling like a nigga was on that horror shit gore\n  Like put 'em in box chopped up no brain it's no sequel\n  Doing the voodoo Shaka Zulu I'm Papa Shango\n  King of the ape season nigga straight out that Congo\n  Enemy's in presences everyday smile up in my face\n  Bucking a mother fucker, just like I was up on fucking rumble\n  A Wolf like Jack Nicholson, Bite\n  Never know when I'ma strike and I'ma\n  Lycan nigga that's in my blood stream\n  Nobody's there to save you from your nightmare,\n  I'm right there with a chainsaw,\n  Rip brains off every time a nigga go hunting\n  They want a nigga for a record deal but I rather be brainsick\n  I just really wanna eat never wanna be all famous\n  Put in a black casket so drastic how that nigga got\n  Them bullet holes in his face and that plastic got zipped\n  Strung up by the nut sack exposed to his friends\n  Threw the bitch for the rage up in the cage with two hens\n  Tell the hoe \"the end\"\n  Then take off in the night time to write\n  Rhymes about every thing that I have just sinned\n  No heart\n\n  I didn't mean to startle you\n  That's alright\n  You know it's Halloween.\n  I guess it's around the time when everyone gets scared\n  She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes\n  And you know what the most\n  Frightening thing in the world is? It's fear\n  Afraid!\n  Don't be afraid!\n  No... be afraid. Be very afraid\n  What?\n\n  Somebody betta come get this bitch before\n  I put her in that box with the lid (what)\n  You ain't know I was so sick (but)\n  Run fast, but you still got hit (shit, well)\n  Put 'em in the body bag to get zipped up\n  Run for the hills nigga, but this is not no Yosemite\n  Voodoo, nigga, I thought you knew Baron Samedi\n  The pitbull off the leash I'm finna beast ya runnin' around and be\n  Talkin' that peace stuff and I'm choppin' them\n  Bitches putting 'em up in boxes for what they did to me\n  (Mind gone)\n  Told a nigga nobody would ever relate to me\n  I've had it up to here fuck cheers\n  Enough of the fugazzary\n  Black magic nobody wouldn't let nobody in my life\n  But fuck it ain't nobody here nigga look at what they made of me\n  619 rep it 'till my death and that's on TD\n  Southeast with a green rag and a piece LPB\n  Bitches be lying and suckin on dicks\n  So I pay no attention what you tellin' me\n  Don't think it's a real world where demons won't hang\n  Come boys and girls to the world of the brain\n  Really don't give a shit about how many clips you rang\n  Homies walk up on your spot at night and bang bang bang bang!\n  Nigga, no love\n  Fans show a nigga none in no time blood\n  Sliced up from the neck nigga to the wrist bitch your time's up\n  You ain't gotta remind us\n  These muthafuckas be lookin' at me for\n  Four years got the whole DEA right behind us\n  Quit whatever you're doing and come and murder with me\n  Eat a brain and body like it was a burger with me\n  I don't wanna hear no fuckin' dirt about me\n  I'd rather be up in yo spot on a burglary\n  TV's with 3D holy jackpot I'm rich\n  You bitches dudded, just back off my dick\n  Most people scared to get they blast on\n  Imma kill a nigga with a mask on\n  Then calmly just walk to my whip\n  No Heart\n"},{"id":6158398,"name":"Smoke and Mirrors (feat. Dayo G. & Z)","trackName":"Smoke and Mirrors (feat. Dayo G. & Z)","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna give you three seconds;\nExactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin\nOff your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you\nIf I ever see you here again, you die\nAnd tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson\nExcuse me?\nI said, we cut off your Johnson!\n\nKnew it from the get that homie told me you was a fake\nImma go and get it, imma keep it independent while you sit and wait\nI will get up every day and stand\nIn front of liquor store the only way\nShit I always keep it on me,\nI will never let you muthafuckas seal my fate\nAny minute I will get to swingin',\nAin't nobody bringin' heaters in my face\nHe never wakin' up from this im fuckin\nSick i bit em what you think it was a dream\nImma take his soul and put it in the\nBag and homie, ain't nobody on the case\nHomicide are comin' in this muthafucka to investigate the murder scene\nFuck 'em all, I walk up in the house [I got the rula?\n] Found somebody sleepin' on the couch,\nI woke 'em up and told 'em I' about to leave 'em hollow\nThen I put the pistol in his mouth and got\n'Em off to catch another muthafucka swallow\nWatch the body hit the floor and then I hit\nThe window and i'm makin' sure nobody follow\nGo ahead and come and get me,\nI ain't hard to find; showtime the Apollo\nI be laughing at,\nLookin' at 'em in the face when they realize they fucked up\nDon't begin to cry thinkin' maybe 'cause I will have no sorrow\nJust the last demon in your face\nLaughin' at your pain, nigga like what's up?\n\nLemme see him man\nIt's right back here\nWatchu got this time?\nThis is my problem\nMan, you ain't even killed the muthafucka yet\nMan, fuck all that.\nI need to get this muthafucka in this little ass container homie\nShit you shoulda dumped him last night before the trash came\nMan I can't do myself. Imma hold his head\nWatchu want me to do?\nYou hold his feet and push him\nTogether and we gon' squeeze him in there\nYepp, come on now\nGo!\n*Guy moaning, bones cracking and skin tearing*\nStrong ass mofo!\nGAWT DAMN!\n\nI got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\nSmoke and mirrors\n\nSomebody get these muthafuckas out my face before I street fight\nMake 'em wunna go rewrite when [I C side?] what it be like\nPosted by the streetlight make it three five when the\n[Thinkin' bout the body go pleed,\nLike I found pre fire?] when the meat slice\nPop it at the intalect like syntax the brain blow\nProlly on my infrared 'til these inbreds get mangled\nFuck it that's what the [info?\n] Said so that's what I'm diggin' graves fo'\nTell the engineer when the chamber ready and gas it let the brain go\n[????] talkin' press ons\nIf the truth was on my breath [???] betta teflon, the bets on\nRight handed but left strong\nPipe, hit 'em\n, 'til they head gone like a hedgehog\nIf I said you, then I said y'all\nNow fuckin' lead balls\nExcuse me with a [do milli?] all groupies, fuck y'all\nPetro\n\n'Cause I'm hearin' what they breathin' 'til these demons wunna let go\nSo I've been searchin' a reason to\nKill these heathens like I'm Deadpool\nHearin' what I'm speakin', yeah I'm hearin' what you said too\nFuck it, I hope you lead proof, get you popped from my bedroom\nSmokin' on a blunt, gettin' domed up off red bulls\nGet the chopper, I'll behead you\n\nFuck you doin'?\nShit, all we gotta now is fill this shit up with concrete\nConcrete?\nYeah. I seen that shit on tv bro,\nThat shit'll sink right to the bottom of the lake\nWell, whose whip you tryna take?\nShit it's whatever I got room in my whip\nAlright, fuck it, let's take yours then\nCome on, shit, that's on Brain\nCome on. Nighty night muthafucka!\nDump it!\n\nI got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\nSmoke and mirrors\n\nYeah. That's all it is nowadays homie.\nBullshit paraded to be reality.\nThey steer you blindly down the so called path of\nRighteousness. But in the end... huuaahahahaha! Smoke and mirrors\n\n*Dump plays in the background*\nAlright, so you sure he up here? I'm sayin' you sure he up here?\nI'm sure. He up there right now\nAlright, yeadat. Alright,\nBlood so they said he up here right now homie.\nIt's a muthafuckin fair and shit, blood,\nSo you know there's gon' be all type of kids and shit up out there.\nSo don't be actin' like no lil bitch and gettin' scared before we do\nThis shit.\nGet out there bussin' and get the fuck back to the whip nigga\nI'm with the shit\nHit that muthafucka one more time\n*Takes hit of blunt*\nCome on. Make sure you hit this nigga too.\nLook, there he go right here. Remember me nigga? Go!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke and Mirrors (feat. Dayo G. & Z)\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm gonna give you three seconds;\n  Exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin\n  Off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you\n  If I ever see you here again, you die\n  And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson\n  Excuse me?\n  I said, we cut off your Johnson!\n\n  Knew it from the get that homie told me you was a fake\n  Imma go and get it, imma keep it independent while you sit and wait\n  I will get up every day and stand\n  In front of liquor store the only way\n  Shit I always keep it on me,\n  I will never let you muthafuckas seal my fate\n  Any minute I will get to swingin',\n  Ain't nobody bringin' heaters in my face\n  He never wakin' up from this im fuckin\n  Sick i bit em what you think it was a dream\n  Imma take his soul and put it in the\n  Bag and homie, ain't nobody on the case\n  Homicide are comin' in this muthafucka to investigate the murder scene\n  Fuck 'em all, I walk up in the house [I got the rula?\n  ] Found somebody sleepin' on the couch,\n  I woke 'em up and told 'em I' about to leave 'em hollow\n  Then I put the pistol in his mouth and got\n  'Em off to catch another muthafucka swallow\n  Watch the body hit the floor and then I hit\n  The window and i'm makin' sure nobody follow\n  Go ahead and come and get me,\n  I ain't hard to find; showtime the Apollo\n  I be laughing at,\n  Lookin' at 'em in the face when they realize they fucked up\n  Don't begin to cry thinkin' maybe 'cause I will have no sorrow\n  Just the last demon in your face\n  Laughin' at your pain, nigga like what's up?\n\n  Lemme see him man\n  It's right back here\n  Watchu got this time?\n  This is my problem\n  Man, you ain't even killed the muthafucka yet\n  Man, fuck all that.\n  I need to get this muthafucka in this little ass container homie\n  Shit you shoulda dumped him last night before the trash came\n  Man I can't do myself. Imma hold his head\n  Watchu want me to do?\n  You hold his feet and push him\n  Together and we gon' squeeze him in there\n  Yepp, come on now\n  Go!\n  *Guy moaning, bones cracking and skin tearing*\n  Strong ass mofo!\n  GAWT DAMN!\n\n  I got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  Smoke and mirrors\n\n  Somebody get these muthafuckas out my face before I street fight\n  Make 'em wunna go rewrite when [I C side?] what it be like\n  Posted by the streetlight make it three five when the\n  [Thinkin' bout the body go pleed,\n  Like I found pre fire?] when the meat slice\n  Pop it at the intalect like syntax the brain blow\n  Prolly on my infrared 'til these inbreds get mangled\n  Fuck it that's what the [info?\n  ] Said so that's what I'm diggin' graves fo'\n  Tell the engineer when the chamber ready and gas it let the brain go\n  [????] talkin' press ons\n  If the truth was on my breath [???] betta teflon, the bets on\n  Right handed but left strong\n  Pipe, hit 'em\n  , 'til they head gone like a hedgehog\n  If I said you, then I said y'all\n  Now fuckin' lead balls\n  Excuse me with a [do milli?] all groupies, fuck y'all\n  Petro\n\n  'Cause I'm hearin' what they breathin' 'til these demons wunna let go\n  So I've been searchin' a reason to\n  Kill these heathens like I'm Deadpool\n  Hearin' what I'm speakin', yeah I'm hearin' what you said too\n  Fuck it, I hope you lead proof, get you popped from my bedroom\n  Smokin' on a blunt, gettin' domed up off red bulls\n  Get the chopper, I'll behead you\n\n  Fuck you doin'?\n  Shit, all we gotta now is fill this shit up with concrete\n  Concrete?\n  Yeah. I seen that shit on tv bro,\n  That shit'll sink right to the bottom of the lake\n  Well, whose whip you tryna take?\n  Shit it's whatever I got room in my whip\n  Alright, fuck it, let's take yours then\n  Come on, shit, that's on Brain\n  Come on. Nighty night muthafucka!\n  Dump it!\n\n  I got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  Smoke and mirrors\n\n  Yeah. That's all it is nowadays homie.\n  Bullshit paraded to be reality.\n  They steer you blindly down the so called path of\n  Righteousness. But in the end... huuaahahahaha! Smoke and mirrors\n\n  *Dump plays in the background*\n  Alright, so you sure he up here? I'm sayin' you sure he up here?\n  I'm sure. He up there right now\n  Alright, yeadat. Alright,\n  Blood so they said he up here right now homie.\n  It's a muthafuckin fair and shit, blood,\n  So you know there's gon' be all type of kids and shit up out there.\n  So don't be actin' like no lil bitch and gettin' scared before we do\n  This shit.\n  Get out there bussin' and get the fuck back to the whip nigga\n  I'm with the shit\n  Hit that muthafucka one more time\n  *Takes hit of blunt*\n  Come on. Make sure you hit this nigga too.\n  Look, there he go right here. Remember me nigga? Go!\n"},{"id":6635135,"name":"Ken and Ryu's Massacre","trackName":"Ken and Ryu's Massacre","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woke up in a good mood, but I got a phone call from blood\nTelling me bullshit 'bout a nigga wanna get deep in the funk\nHow is this man, they get me pissed, when I only show love\nThat's the type of shit that make a\nNigga wanna pull that heat from the trunk\nI am different type of nigga that be waiting for you in your living\nRoom bring you to your doom, motherfucker whom is you kiddin'?\nThey don't wanna go to war,\nPut the nigga's brain fragments on the ceilin'\nDon't take my life, tell my wife hide the children\nPhony, niggas acting like a motherfucker really know me\nGo to war, homie bring the .44 like it's Xbox on Sony\nMy sight got him with the red dot, aim right at they dome\nHit them with the chrome,\nI got more where that came from, that's on me\nI'm a pistol poppin', poltergeist, and puppet master,\nPuffin' purple puff a puff, bottles bustin', barely breathin'.\nBeat 'em, buck 'em, but I'm Boolin' back and Brackin', motherfucker\nNuff of the talk time to match wits\nWhich one did I poison? Should I drink? Did he switch it?\nEvery time I wanna go to war I got 'em runnin' like a motherfucker\nPut him up against it murder man and they\nGon' have to find tha body part up in a ditch\n187\n\nRun up on a heavy with the fuckin' MAC-11\nTake a nigga heart, right out middle killing what now\nDuck down for the ground and do you really wanna come get to flexing\nBlood I'm built for this shit\nLooking at everything a nigga done built brain I'd kill for this shit\nDo we have a problem? Do we gotta put the millimeter to your noggin\nBlow your memories out, then we leave out broad daylight joggin'\nFrom you novice\n[Turn a nigga 6 months old call it carp fish,\nMelt 'em black?\n] As if they coming heavy and we put 'em in a creek no Dawson\nQuit talkin' bitch Y'all is just targets, 'cause ruckus\nThe one who dat doesn't apply to, me make anything\nMy dick please get off it,\nYour bitch leaves it softened, I'm in it ISO so intriguin' author\nI don't have any sense left\n\nI will put a bullet in chest\n\nLift a nigga like a bench press\n\nLooking like you're born of incest\n\nLike Johnny my shit's in-depth (Depp)\n\nWe 'bout to bubble like its meth\n\nRun up on him with the semtex\n\nReally I'm not impressed\n\nWhat you really wanna say the run will have a hero\nWhen you're rapping to me in the parking lot have no interest\nHurry up I gotta get up in this fucking vehicle to get up in this\nLil pussy waiting for me with the 100 man the bitch is tremendous\nI'm a-fucking-mazing, when it's coming to the racing\nI be swimming through you niggas and I'm\nWinning like I'm Michael Phelps in Beijing\nNo chasing no niggas up in here it's\nOn the roof and bitches aim Things(?)\n\nPull up on a nigga that get at me hit\n'Em with it, let you niggas do the gay thing\n\nNo faking\n\nOn the real shit like I'm artificial for the base G (?)\nOops I mean bath salts\nI'm an asshole,\nShits I'm taking on anybody that be\nSteady coming with the bullshit MJ Team I'm dope\nPut him in a hole like an 8 ball, no MJG\n\nWHAT'S BRACKIN'?\n\nYou don't wanna be the one to run up on a nightmare\nNight time Nah I'm finna push a nigga might fly with a MAC-10\nHop back in then be around the corner\nClack-clack with the strap and\nWatch brains drip it's the brainsick,\nNiggas ain't shit, matter fact when I\n\nRun up on him and I\n\nCatch him in the parking lot, like: \"What's up?\"\nShit I'm sick, it'll be your worst day, you thought you had nuts\n\nNiggas never really knew what he was dealing\nWith and like a dealers, stack get cut homie now\n\nNow what's about to be the last thing\nYou see 'fore you cut blood you stuck\n\nIn a sticky situation like a bitch and I'll be with her penetrating\nAnd I don't really give a shit if niggas\nHating homie where the fuck are you insinuating\nBet you niggas always tripping\nI'mma get to take the boobies suck\nAnd fuck I really don't know, pity tho\nTripping on a bitch, end a nigga that quick video, just\n\nEnd it\nDifferent nigga wanna get defended, suspended\n\nLike a whip out my nigga bounce out with the brand new suspension\nGot tension, pull the MAC out, blackout, leave no witness\nWhen I get this like a pat down restaurant give you da business\nHey Twisted\n\nQuit his Brackin everybody slackin' ain't nobody\nRappin' like a devolution (?) homie you pollution\nWhen I pull up on 'em bustin' with the MAC you better get you back up\nWhen I'm at your back and they don't wanna come and see what's in my\nSack and niggas at your back door with a fat bowl and a Henny\nBottle on my lap I put you on a\nRaincheck and that will be the little bit\nWho really wanna say shit [?] I can run up to to the nigga,\nMuthafucka wanna step up to the pain?\nThey don't wanna piece of a hunter\nBeast, undefeated when I'm on the range\nAin't nobody wanna go against the best\nPut me to the test and I'm always game, nigga that's brain","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ken and Ryu's Massacre\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Woke up in a good mood, but I got a phone call from blood\n  Telling me bullshit 'bout a nigga wanna get deep in the funk\n  How is this man, they get me pissed, when I only show love\n  That's the type of shit that make a\n  Nigga wanna pull that heat from the trunk\n  I am different type of nigga that be waiting for you in your living\n  Room bring you to your doom, motherfucker whom is you kiddin'?\n  They don't wanna go to war,\n  Put the nigga's brain fragments on the ceilin'\n  Don't take my life, tell my wife hide the children\n  Phony, niggas acting like a motherfucker really know me\n  Go to war, homie bring the .44 like it's Xbox on Sony\n  My sight got him with the red dot, aim right at they dome\n  Hit them with the chrome,\n  I got more where that came from, that's on me\n  I'm a pistol poppin', poltergeist, and puppet master,\n  Puffin' purple puff a puff, bottles bustin', barely breathin'.\n  Beat 'em, buck 'em, but I'm Boolin' back and Brackin', motherfucker\n  Nuff of the talk time to match wits\n  Which one did I poison? Should I drink? Did he switch it?\n  Every time I wanna go to war I got 'em runnin' like a motherfucker\n  Put him up against it murder man and they\n  Gon' have to find tha body part up in a ditch\n  187\n\n  Run up on a heavy with the fuckin' MAC-11\n  Take a nigga heart, right out middle killing what now\n  Duck down for the ground and do you really wanna come get to flexing\n  Blood I'm built for this shit\n  Looking at everything a nigga done built brain I'd kill for this shit\n  Do we have a problem? Do we gotta put the millimeter to your noggin\n  Blow your memories out, then we leave out broad daylight joggin'\n  From you novice\n  [Turn a nigga 6 months old call it carp fish,\n  Melt 'em black?\n  ] As if they coming heavy and we put 'em in a creek no Dawson\n  Quit talkin' bitch Y'all is just targets, 'cause ruckus\n  The one who dat doesn't apply to, me make anything\n  My dick please get off it,\n  Your bitch leaves it softened, I'm in it ISO so intriguin' author\n  I don't have any sense left\n\n  I will put a bullet in chest\n\n  Lift a nigga like a bench press\n\n  Looking like you're born of incest\n\n  Like Johnny my shit's in-depth (Depp)\n\n  We 'bout to bubble like its meth\n\n  Run up on him with the semtex\n\n  Really I'm not impressed\n\n  What you really wanna say the run will have a hero\n  When you're rapping to me in the parking lot have no interest\n  Hurry up I gotta get up in this fucking vehicle to get up in this\n  Lil pussy waiting for me with the 100 man the bitch is tremendous\n  I'm a-fucking-mazing, when it's coming to the racing\n  I be swimming through you niggas and I'm\n  Winning like I'm Michael Phelps in Beijing\n  No chasing no niggas up in here it's\n  On the roof and bitches aim Things(?)\n\n  Pull up on a nigga that get at me hit\n  'Em with it, let you niggas do the gay thing\n\n  No faking\n\n  On the real shit like I'm artificial for the base G (?)\n  Oops I mean bath salts\n  I'm an asshole,\n  Shits I'm taking on anybody that be\n  Steady coming with the bullshit MJ Team I'm dope\n  Put him in a hole like an 8 ball, no MJG\n\n  WHAT'S BRACKIN'?\n\n  You don't wanna be the one to run up on a nightmare\n  Night time Nah I'm finna push a nigga might fly with a MAC-10\n  Hop back in then be around the corner\n  Clack-clack with the strap and\n  Watch brains drip it's the brainsick,\n  Niggas ain't shit, matter fact when I\n\n  Run up on him and I\n\n  Catch him in the parking lot, like: \"What's up?\"\n  Shit I'm sick, it'll be your worst day, you thought you had nuts\n\n  Niggas never really knew what he was dealing\n  With and like a dealers, stack get cut homie now\n\n  Now what's about to be the last thing\n  You see 'fore you cut blood you stuck\n\n  In a sticky situation like a bitch and I'll be with her penetrating\n  And I don't really give a shit if niggas\n  Hating homie where the fuck are you insinuating\n  Bet you niggas always tripping\n  I'mma get to take the boobies suck\n  And fuck I really don't know, pity tho\n  Tripping on a bitch, end a nigga that quick video, just\n\n  End it\n  Different nigga wanna get defended, suspended\n\n  Like a whip out my nigga bounce out with the brand new suspension\n  Got tension, pull the MAC out, blackout, leave no witness\n  When I get this like a pat down restaurant give you da business\n  Hey Twisted\n\n  Quit his Brackin everybody slackin' ain't nobody\n  Rappin' like a devolution (?) homie you pollution\n  When I pull up on 'em bustin' with the MAC you better get you back up\n  When I'm at your back and they don't wanna come and see what's in my\n  Sack and niggas at your back door with a fat bowl and a Henny\n  Bottle on my lap I put you on a\n  Raincheck and that will be the little bit\n  Who really wanna say shit [?] I can run up to to the nigga,\n  Muthafucka wanna step up to the pain?\n  They don't wanna piece of a hunter\n  Beast, undefeated when I'm on the range\n  Ain't nobody wanna go against the best\n  Put me to the test and I'm always game, nigga that's brain\n"},{"id":6158390,"name":"Isolated","trackName":"Isolated","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, deep thoughts, that's real\nI didn't choose this path I'm walking, path chose me\nI'm just walking this mother fucker\nTrying to find out where it lead me to\nTry to maintain and keep my sanity\nBut it seems like that's hard to do nowadays\nReal shit\nAs life continues to spiral out of\nControl and we try so hard to maintain\nAnte up, ante up, ante up\nWe try to\nBut you know, sometimes I feel like it's just too much combustion\nLike my mind is just like a bag of\nPopcorn ready to explode at any minute\n\nTerri sent a message to me on the\nBook and told me that I am the best-est\nAnd she like to listen to me every time she wanna take\nA razor to her wrist up on a mission with a death wish\nI ain't even read it, I was busy with the kids\nYou told me 'bout the sin and all the wicked shit you did\nAnd asking why the fuck I don't reply\nAm I getting high do I really ride for my fans like you said\nTold me that your little brother listen to me\nDaily, 'cause you showed him all my shit on YouTube\nAnd every time you listen to my song,\nWhether right or wrong,\nYou can feel I'm speaking right directly to you\nMaybe you was too cool to hit me back, but I know you was busy\nBut every Friday I be on ya live drinking whiskey\nJust me and my little brother 'cause I ain't got no\nFriends and I feel like you the only person who do really gets me\nSo please hit me, I'm on the edge and I'm falling\nLooking at the barrel of a rifle doing a 150 in a Camaro\nWaiting for bracker barrel what ever happened\nWith you and ISO everything is still brain ain't it?\nAnyways, hit me back, much love man, I'm your biggest fan\nAnd when I finally hit her back,\nI got a message from her little brother\nSaying that they found her in a trash can\nDAMN!\n\nThey'll never understand this shit that we've been through\n(There's no more sharing your thoughts when you isolated)\nNever\nI Panicked\nI mean a regular person living in today's society\n(Wanna the run but you just can't walk when you isolated)\nThe norm\nYou know\nWhen you been down the path\n(Wanna speak but you just can't talk when you isolated)\nThrough the darkest mother fucking tunnels nigga\nThe darkest tunnels\n(Growing hot and you just might pop when you isolated)\nHow could a normal person ever understand that\n\nI got a message on the gram from\nDan, told me he surprised that I got fans\nI try to laugh it off like I don't know damn,\nWhat you message me for? Ain't you a grown man?\nHe went on telling me that I don't make hits\nAnd when I rap fast I don't even say shit\nAnd in his top 10 I was number 86\nAnd then he went on saying fuck the Brainsick\nMan, I'm feeling like I'm being fucking cat-fished, really\nI feel like reaching through the phone and slap him, silly\nHe told me everything I do will fail and it\nWould be a cold day in hell before I stack a milli\nI'm sick behind these bars like I brack at\nChilies, but I don't wanna hear it, so I'm faded\nI'll be lying if I say that shit didn't\nGet to me mystery hits when you been isolated\n\nThere's no more sharing your thoughts when you isolated\nWanna run but you just can't walk when you isolated\nWanna speak but you just can't talk when you isolated\nGrowing hot and you just might pop when you isolated\n\nThey wanna keep you down\nThey wanna keep you down they always wanted to keep you down\nBut you will rise\nYou will rise\nI will not lose\n(There's no more sharing your thoughts when you isolated)\nYou know what I'ma keep my mother fucking head up\nI'ma Keep my chest out\n(Wanna run but you just can't walk when you isolated)\nI'ma walk through that mother fucker\nFire and I'ma come out the other side clean\n(Wanna speak but you just can't talk when you isolated)\nYeah\n(Growing hot and you just might pop when you isolated)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Isolated\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, deep thoughts, that's real\n  I didn't choose this path I'm walking, path chose me\n  I'm just walking this mother fucker\n  Trying to find out where it lead me to\n  Try to maintain and keep my sanity\n  But it seems like that's hard to do nowadays\n  Real shit\n  As life continues to spiral out of\n  Control and we try so hard to maintain\n  Ante up, ante up, ante up\n  We try to\n  But you know, sometimes I feel like it's just too much combustion\n  Like my mind is just like a bag of\n  Popcorn ready to explode at any minute\n\n  Terri sent a message to me on the\n  Book and told me that I am the best-est\n  And she like to listen to me every time she wanna take\n  A razor to her wrist up on a mission with a death wish\n  I ain't even read it, I was busy with the kids\n  You told me 'bout the sin and all the wicked shit you did\n  And asking why the fuck I don't reply\n  Am I getting high do I really ride for my fans like you said\n  Told me that your little brother listen to me\n  Daily, 'cause you showed him all my shit on YouTube\n  And every time you listen to my song,\n  Whether right or wrong,\n  You can feel I'm speaking right directly to you\n  Maybe you was too cool to hit me back, but I know you was busy\n  But every Friday I be on ya live drinking whiskey\n  Just me and my little brother 'cause I ain't got no\n  Friends and I feel like you the only person who do really gets me\n  So please hit me, I'm on the edge and I'm falling\n  Looking at the barrel of a rifle doing a 150 in a Camaro\n  Waiting for bracker barrel what ever happened\n  With you and ISO everything is still brain ain't it?\n  Anyways, hit me back, much love man, I'm your biggest fan\n  And when I finally hit her back,\n  I got a message from her little brother\n  Saying that they found her in a trash can\n  DAMN!\n\n  They'll never understand this shit that we've been through\n  (There's no more sharing your thoughts when you isolated)\n  Never\n  I Panicked\n  I mean a regular person living in today's society\n  (Wanna the run but you just can't walk when you isolated)\n  The norm\n  You know\n  When you been down the path\n  (Wanna speak but you just can't talk when you isolated)\n  Through the darkest mother fucking tunnels nigga\n  The darkest tunnels\n  (Growing hot and you just might pop when you isolated)\n  How could a normal person ever understand that\n\n  I got a message on the gram from\n  Dan, told me he surprised that I got fans\n  I try to laugh it off like I don't know damn,\n  What you message me for? Ain't you a grown man?\n  He went on telling me that I don't make hits\n  And when I rap fast I don't even say shit\n  And in his top 10 I was number 86\n  And then he went on saying fuck the Brainsick\n  Man, I'm feeling like I'm being fucking cat-fished, really\n  I feel like reaching through the phone and slap him, silly\n  He told me everything I do will fail and it\n  Would be a cold day in hell before I stack a milli\n  I'm sick behind these bars like I brack at\n  Chilies, but I don't wanna hear it, so I'm faded\n  I'll be lying if I say that shit didn't\n  Get to me mystery hits when you been isolated\n\n  There's no more sharing your thoughts when you isolated\n  Wanna run but you just can't walk when you isolated\n  Wanna speak but you just can't talk when you isolated\n  Growing hot and you just might pop when you isolated\n\n  They wanna keep you down\n  They wanna keep you down they always wanted to keep you down\n  But you will rise\n  You will rise\n  I will not lose\n  (There's no more sharing your thoughts when you isolated)\n  You know what I'ma keep my mother fucking head up\n  I'ma Keep my chest out\n  (Wanna run but you just can't walk when you isolated)\n  I'ma walk through that mother fucker\n  Fire and I'ma come out the other side clean\n  (Wanna speak but you just can't talk when you isolated)\n  Yeah\n  (Growing hot and you just might pop when you isolated)\n"},{"id":9083598,"name":"Round 8","trackName":"Round 8","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You lied to me. You claimed that you were just a man, but at No Mercy\nYou were different, you were more\nYou also said that you, the man, created the demon\nLIAR!\nThe demon fuels the man\nI only trained probably 2 weeks or 3 weeks for this fight.\nAnd I dedicated this fight, I wasn't going to fight,\nI dedicate this fight to him. I was gonna rip his heart out.\nI'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious,\nand most ruthless champion there's ever been.\nThere's no one can stop me. Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander,\nhe's no Alexander. I'm the best ever.\nThere's never been anybody as ruthless. I'm Sonny Liston,\nI'm Jack Dempsey. There's no one like me. I'm from their cloth.\nThere's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous,\nmy defense is impregnable,\nand I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children\nRound muthafuckin' eight\nGrab your muthafuckin' shit homies and homettes\nMake sure you got your blunts, your dabs, your drink\nIt's time\nBrainsick!\nShow me your true face\nAnd I will do the same\nBring your demon\nAnd I will strip back my flesh to\nreveal the true nature of my dark soul\nAin't nobody on my level (no)\nEverybody and they motherfucking momma think of messin' with the devil\nShit it's kinda funny to me,\nbitch you need to go and get a life or settle\nI was on the corner posing with the millimeter coming\nfrom the ghetto now it's time to put the pedals to the metal\nNever take my foot up off the gas and settle\nRun up with a motherfucking nine Beretta\nNever will I meet competition\nEvery time a nigga say something I be waiting for 'em in the kitchen\n20 minutes later momma's on the\ncorner crying, 'cause they baby missing\nFuck, I'm so vicious\nElevate it to a different type of height twist a nigga\nlike I'm 'bout to put 'em in a sharpshooter like a hit man\nChopping everybody,\nI don't give a shit, I'm leaving them sinking in quicksand\nI did it ever since I walk around\nthat motherfucka Charlie with a diss man\nThere was no one that could fuck with this man\nI don't need no kind of wristband\nThey don't wanna get me pissed man\nI will give a motherfucka facials\nYou was in the independence\nHaving second thoughts about you being faithful\nI was sleeping in the ally off of southern Cali, but a nigga rappin'\nWanna pull his gun and nigga now it's racial\nDamnit, the leap in Titanic\nDon't nobody even live here fucking weird you've been branded?\nWelcome to my world shit that's real spit\nHow the fuck you think a nigga feel every time they call me satanic\nShit, roll a 'rillo while I back in\n40 figure with a MAC-10\nBuckle up my nigga strap in\nTime to murder get it brackin'\nBring the money out the back end\nFuck a doller nigga rack'ed in\nI was rolling with you back then\nBring 'em all nigga that's whack then\nThey don't want it with a nigga that be hella wicked\nI will punch your ticket I don't ever give it up\nI will roll up on you when you in the club and get to packin'\nTell the people that I'm sicker than,\nain't no medication keeping me sedated\nYou don't wanna flip on individuals\nespecially when you don't know how to react when\nEverybody think your brackin'\nI be standing by the window with a liquor bottle\nlooking like a motherfucka with a finger posted on my 44\nAlways in the middle of this shit,\nI mean, I grew up runnin' from the PoPo\nI don't need a gang of niggas\nbailin', when I'm on a mission I be on it solo\nWhat you don't know won't hurt you\nI be in it fitted with the virtue, lil' nigga\nThen you look around and got nobody else to turn to\nWalkin' up with a gun, so don't come out past curfew\nAin't no discussion, wait in the bushes, hop out then murk you\nGet your money on\nOk? Wanna go to war get your dummy on\nEverybody sittin' 'round this motherfucker laughing\nI ain't got no funny bone\nReady with the business,\nall the ammunition All fumes what you\nrunning on, then I put 'em in the flames\nWith pain and all fools who had done me wrong\nOn the Brainsick\nGot the mindset of a looney, I'm a mind rat like I'm mooney\nWith a dime-net on a high jet with the toolie\nOn he dark side where the shit get real night time and it's gloomy\nWhen everybody in the house dead, it's a right time for your roomie\nGet the toolie\nDon't play I'mma tell you it's ok to go ape-shit\nLive life to the fullest always and go nuts","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.24] You lied to me. You claimed that you were just a man, but at No Mercy\n[00:06.52] You were different, you were more\n[00:11.52] You also said that you, the man, created the demon\n[00:17.88] LIAR!\n[00:20.47] The demon fuels the man\n[00:22.64] I only trained probably 2 weeks or 3 weeks for this fight.\n[00:25.76] And I dedicated this fight, I wasn't going to fight,\n[00:27.35] I dedicate this fight to him. I was gonna rip his heart out.\n[00:30.04] I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious,\n[00:32.50] and most ruthless champion there's ever been.\n[00:34.56] There's no one can stop me. Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander,\n[00:38.31] he's no Alexander. I'm the best ever.\n[00:40.17] There's never been anybody as ruthless. I'm Sonny Liston,\n[00:43.03] I'm Jack Dempsey. There's no one like me. I'm from their cloth.\n[00:45.18] There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous,\n[00:48.51] my defense is impregnable,\n[00:50.14] and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children\n[00:55.42] Round muthafuckin' eight\n[01:03.01] Grab your muthafuckin' shit homies and homettes\n[01:07.46] Make sure you got your blunts, your dabs, your drink\n[01:20.56] It's time\n[01:25.75] Brainsick!\n[01:30.91] Show me your true face\n[01:33.57] And I will do the same\n[01:35.72] Bring your demon\n[01:37.79] And I will strip back my flesh to\n[01:39.23] reveal the true nature of my dark soul\n[01:45.72] Ain't nobody on my level (no)\n[01:46.47] Everybody and they motherfucking momma think of messin' with the devil\n[01:48.79] Shit it's kinda funny to me,\n[01:49.50] bitch you need to go and get a life or settle\n[01:50.91] I was on the corner posing with the millimeter coming\n[01:52.52] from the ghetto now it's time to put the pedals to the metal\n[01:54.12] Never take my foot up off the gas and settle\n[01:55.20] Run up with a motherfucking nine Beretta\n[01:56.29] Never will I meet competition\n[01:57.36] Every time a nigga say something I be waiting for 'em in the kitchen\n[01:59.36] 20 minutes later momma's on the\n[02:00.54] corner crying, 'cause they baby missing\n[02:01.71] Fuck, I'm so vicious\n[02:02.87] Elevate it to a different type of height twist a nigga\n[02:04.51] like I'm 'bout to put 'em in a sharpshooter like a hit man\n[02:06.02] Chopping everybody,\n[02:06.94] I don't give a shit, I'm leaving them sinking in quicksand\n[02:08.24] I did it ever since I walk around\n[02:09.41] that motherfucka Charlie with a diss man\n[02:10.66] There was no one that could fuck with this man\n[02:11.58] I don't need no kind of wristband\n[02:12.74] They don't wanna get me pissed man\n[02:13.86] I will give a motherfucka facials\n[02:14.75] You was in the independence\n[02:16.00] Having second thoughts about you being faithful\n[02:16.93] I was sleeping in the ally off of southern Cali, but a nigga rappin'\n[02:18.56] Wanna pull his gun and nigga now it's racial\n[02:20.27] Damnit, the leap in Titanic\n[02:21.85] Don't nobody even live here fucking weird you've been branded?\n[02:24.06] Welcome to my world shit that's real spit\n[02:26.30] How the fuck you think a nigga feel every time they call me satanic\n[02:28.37] Shit, roll a 'rillo while I back in\n[02:29.43] 40 figure with a MAC-10\n[02:30.61] Buckle up my nigga strap in\n[02:31.77] Time to murder get it brackin'\n[02:32.96] Bring the money out the back end\n[02:33.82] Fuck a doller nigga rack'ed in\n[02:35.00] I was rolling with you back then\n[02:36.15] Bring 'em all nigga that's whack then\n[02:37.12] They don't want it with a nigga that be hella wicked\n[02:38.37] I will punch your ticket I don't ever give it up\n[02:39.51] I will roll up on you when you in the club and get to packin'\n[02:41.76] Tell the people that I'm sicker than,\n[02:42.78] ain't no medication keeping me sedated\n[02:43.79] You don't wanna flip on individuals\n[02:44.27] especially when you don't know how to react when\n[02:45.90] Everybody think your brackin'\n[02:46.93] I be standing by the window with a liquor bottle\n[02:48.11] looking like a motherfucka with a finger posted on my 44\n[02:50.21] Always in the middle of this shit,\n[02:51.28] I mean, I grew up runnin' from the PoPo\n[02:52.30] I don't need a gang of niggas\n[02:53.45] bailin', when I'm on a mission I be on it solo\n[02:54.65] What you don't know won't hurt you\n[02:55.75] I be in it fitted with the virtue, lil' nigga\n[02:56.85] Then you look around and got nobody else to turn to\n[02:58.98] Walkin' up with a gun, so don't come out past curfew\n[03:01.12] Ain't no discussion, wait in the bushes, hop out then murk you\n[03:03.32] Get your money on\n[03:04.13] Ok? Wanna go to war get your dummy on\n[03:05.58] Everybody sittin' 'round this motherfucker laughing\n[03:07.13] I ain't got no funny bone\n[03:07.60] Ready with the business,\n[03:08.72] all the ammunition All fumes what you\n[03:09.83] running on, then I put 'em in the flames\n[03:10.98] With pain and all fools who had done me wrong\n[03:12.17] On the Brainsick\n[03:12.95] Got the mindset of a looney, I'm a mind rat like I'm mooney\n[03:14.79] With a dime-net on a high jet with the toolie\n[03:16.43] On he dark side where the shit get real night time and it's gloomy\n[03:18.67] When everybody in the house dead, it's a right time for your roomie\n[03:20.76] Get the toolie\n[03:20.85] Don't play I'mma tell you it's ok to go ape-shit\n[03:25.13] Live life to the fullest always and go nuts\n[03:27.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Round 8\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You lied to me. 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You claimed that you were just a man, but at No Mercy\n  You were different, you were more\n  You also said that you, the man, created the demon\n  LIAR!\n  The demon fuels the man\n  I only trained probably 2 weeks or 3 weeks for this fight.\n  And I dedicated this fight, I wasn't going to fight,\n  I dedicate this fight to him. I was gonna rip his heart out.\n  I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious,\n  and most ruthless champion there's ever been.\n  There's no one can stop me. Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander,\n  he's no Alexander. I'm the best ever.\n  There's never been anybody as ruthless. I'm Sonny Liston,\n  I'm Jack Dempsey. There's no one like me. I'm from their cloth.\n  There's no one that can match me. My style is impetuous,\n  my defense is impregnable,\n  and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children\n  Round muthafuckin' eight\n  Grab your muthafuckin' shit homies and homettes\n  Make sure you got your blunts, your dabs, your drink\n  It's time\n  Brainsick!\n  Show me your true face\n  And I will do the same\n  Bring your demon\n  And I will strip back my flesh to\n  reveal the true nature of my dark soul\n  Ain't nobody on my level (no)\n  Everybody and they motherfucking momma think of messin' with the devil\n  Shit it's kinda funny to me,\n  bitch you need to go and get a life or settle\n  I was on the corner posing with the millimeter coming\n  from the ghetto now it's time to put the pedals to the metal\n  Never take my foot up off the gas and settle\n  Run up with a motherfucking nine Beretta\n  Never will I meet competition\n  Every time a nigga say something I be waiting for 'em in the kitchen\n  20 minutes later momma's on the\n  corner crying, 'cause they baby missing\n  Fuck, I'm so vicious\n  Elevate it to a different type of height twist a nigga\n  like I'm 'bout to put 'em in a sharpshooter like a hit man\n  Chopping everybody,\n  I don't give a shit, I'm leaving them sinking in quicksand\n  I did it ever since I walk around\n  that motherfucka Charlie with a diss man\n  There was no one that could fuck with this man\n  I don't need no kind of wristband\n  They don't wanna get me pissed man\n  I will give a motherfucka facials\n  You was in the independence\n  Having second thoughts about you being faithful\n  I was sleeping in the ally off of southern Cali, but a nigga rappin'\n  Wanna pull his gun and nigga now it's racial\n  Damnit, the leap in Titanic\n  Don't nobody even live here fucking weird you've been branded?\n  Welcome to my world shit that's real spit\n  How the fuck you think a nigga feel every time they call me satanic\n  Shit, roll a 'rillo while I back in\n  40 figure with a MAC-10\n  Buckle up my nigga strap in\n  Time to murder get it brackin'\n  Bring the money out the back end\n  Fuck a doller nigga rack'ed in\n  I was rolling with you back then\n  Bring 'em all nigga that's whack then\n  They don't want it with a nigga that be hella wicked\n  I will punch your ticket I don't ever give it up\n  I will roll up on you when you in the club and get to packin'\n  Tell the people that I'm sicker than,\n  ain't no medication keeping me sedated\n  You don't wanna flip on individuals\n  especially when you don't know how to react when\n  Everybody think your brackin'\n  I be standing by the window with a liquor bottle\n  looking like a motherfucka with a finger posted on my 44\n  Always in the middle of this shit,\n  I mean, I grew up runnin' from the PoPo\n  I don't need a gang of niggas\n  bailin', when I'm on a mission I be on it solo\n  What you don't know won't hurt you\n  I be in it fitted with the virtue, lil' nigga\n  Then you look around and got nobody else to turn to\n  Walkin' up with a gun, so don't come out past curfew\n  Ain't no discussion, wait in the bushes, hop out then murk you\n  Get your money on\n  Ok? Wanna go to war get your dummy on\n  Everybody sittin' 'round this motherfucker laughing\n  I ain't got no funny bone\n  Ready with the business,\n  all the ammunition All fumes what you\n  running on, then I put 'em in the flames\n  With pain and all fools who had done me wrong\n  On the Brainsick\n  Got the mindset of a looney, I'm a mind rat like I'm mooney\n  With a dime-net on a high jet with the toolie\n  On he dark side where the shit get real night time and it's gloomy\n  When everybody in the house dead, it's a right time for your roomie\n  Get the toolie\n  Don't play I'mma tell you it's ok to go ape-shit\n  Live life to the fullest always and go nuts\n"},{"id":9083599,"name":"Beneath the Stars","trackName":"Beneath the Stars","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Walk Beneath the sun, Lie beneath the stars\nWe grow upon the earth, And this is what we are\nWalk Beneath the sun, Lie beneath the stars\nWe grow upon the earth, And this is what we are\nOn the bathroom floor with a blade in my hand in a puddle of piss\nOver coming darkness thinking where\ndid shit go wrong if its coming to this\nTake a bottle of the Advil, hoping it'll kill me if I only go to sleep\nIt's to late to go back now, shit,\nso I slit my wrists now I'm in this shit deep\nLooking at the blood run,\na couple drips then shit now it's on like a puddle\nNow I'm in trouble,\nnothing I can do right now, only run for my shuttle\nBlood started gushing I could feel my soul was\nrushing, I fucked up and now my former self is leaving\nEverybody get they reasons and,\nthis shit is all exterior, no more internal bleeding\nI remember when I was a little kid,\nhide in trash can lids always suffering abrasions\nI would always talk to my friends like,\n\"Time and time again another day another beatin'\"\nThey say time heals all wounds,\nbut I've been fucked up ever since I was a child\nSo troubled and wild,\nwhy you think in every school picture I never did smile\nAin't been happy in a while\nBut I remain humble, they tell me I'm an animal,\nwhat the fuck else you expect? 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up for debating\n[02:10.32] But the fact of the matter is if I\n[02:11.78] don't know then you don't know either\n[02:13.89] Brain washed as a kid to believe in\n[02:14.50] your parents' beliefs, just ask the preacher\n[02:17.11] I was in the corner by myself looking\n[02:18.42] at the other kids, knowin' I was different\n[02:20.63] I was gifted, and it's been that way ever since I was an infant\n[02:24.10] Brain off in the distance, Never thought my shit could be rattled\n[02:27.19] Lost in a den,\n[02:28.16] 'cause I'm knowin' I be off in the pen if a nigga do tattle\n[02:30.96] One bite of an apple, niggas sufferin' the root of all evil\n[02:34.45] People that get shot and stabbed,\n[02:35.51] but nobody laugh at the murderin' of all people\n[02:38.17] And now I'm all fucked up on the\n[02:39.21] bathroom floor just sittin' here bleedin'\n[02:41.12] Thinkin' 'bout leavin', before my son come in and see me not breathin'\n[02:44.24] Walk Beneath the sun, Lie beneath the 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Looking at the blood run,\n  a couple drips then shit now it's on like a puddle\n  Now I'm in trouble,\n  nothing I can do right now, only run for my shuttle\n  Blood started gushing I could feel my soul was\n  rushing, I fucked up and now my former self is leaving\n  Everybody get they reasons and,\n  this shit is all exterior, no more internal bleeding\n  I remember when I was a little kid,\n  hide in trash can lids always suffering abrasions\n  I would always talk to my friends like,\n  \"Time and time again another day another beatin'\"\n  They say time heals all wounds,\n  but I've been fucked up ever since I was a child\n  So troubled and wild,\n  why you think in every school picture I never did smile\n  Ain't been happy in a while\n  But I remain humble, they tell me I'm an animal,\n  what the fuck else you expect? 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wonder whether we can bang\nI bring the pain and Sick James is bad than a motherfucker\nFive deep at your front do' (Nigga)\nAin't nowhere for you to go, we got the back locked\nI be waitin' for you niggas with the fat chrome\nPlus I got a lawyer who be doin' shit like Matlock (Aah)\n\nPeople sayin' Insane fell off (Nigga wack)\nMan, they really don't mean shit (That's a fact)\nPeople cannot wait, get the hell off (Shoo)\nBut I kept my brain on sick (Cha)\nCame up in the game with venom\nNiggas went and stole my spit (Ah, shit)\nTo the cemetery I send 'em\nThe Brain will never fall, I'm a boss standin' tall, little bitch\n\nPeople took my kindness for some weakness\nSpeak your peace so we can meet and\nI'mma pull off undefeated\nAin't no peace, a fuckin' heater\nWhen I come, you be retreatin'\nWhy don't you step up out the whip\nPut down your shit and get to beatin' (Nigga)\nI be in the front of my Leonidas\nGo against a fuckin' army with 3 hun'\nAin't no one forget it even run late up 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(Motherfucker)\n  A black mask like I'm Chase Ghost\n  I never met a bitch up in my life that say no\n  The sickest outta Dago, fuck it, I'm the sickest on the West\n  Keep a vest just in case they want the fuego\n\n  Nigga, run the pesos\n  We can run the fast every time we catch you\n  Slippin' when you run up with your bankroll\n  Ain't no way in hell I'ma let you get away with that\n  I pull up with your strap and we can battle on this fatal, nigga\n"},{"id":6635134,"name":"Ken And Ryus Massacre","trackName":"Ken And Ryus Massacre","artistName":"Twisted Insane feat. ISO","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woke up in a good mood, but I got a phone call from blood\nTelling me bullshit 'bout a nigga wanna get deep in the funk\nHow is this man, they get me pissed, when I only show love\nThat's the type of shit that make a\nNigga wanna pull that heat from the trunk\nI am different type of nigga that be waiting for you in your living\nRoom bring you to your doom, motherfucker whom is you kiddin'?\nThey don't wanna go to war,\nPut the nigga's brain fragments on the ceilin'\nDon't take my life, tell my wife hide the children\nPhony, niggas acting like a motherfucker really know me\nGo to war, homie bring the .44 like it's Xbox on Sony\nMy sight got him with the red dot, aim right at they dome\nHit them with the chrome,\nI got more where that came from, that's on me\nI'm a pistol poppin', poltergeist, and puppet master,\nPuffin' purple puff a puff, bottles bustin', barely breathin'.\nBeat 'em, buck 'em, but I'm Boolin' back and Brackin', motherfucker\nNuff of the talk time to match wits\nWhich one did I poison? Should I drink? Did he switch it?\nEvery time I wanna go to war I got 'em runnin' like a motherfucker\nPut him up against it murder man and they\nGon' have to find tha body part up in a ditch\n187\n\nRun up on a heavy with the fuckin' MAC-11\nTake a nigga heart, right out middle killing what now\nDuck down for the ground and do you really wanna come get to flexing\nBlood I'm built for this shit\nLooking at everything a nigga done built brain I'd kill for this shit\nDo we have a problem? Do we gotta put the millimeter to your noggin\nBlow your memories out, then we leave out broad daylight joggin'\nFrom you novice\n[Turn a nigga 6 months old call it carp fish,\nMelt 'em black?\n] As if they coming heavy and we put 'em in a creek no Dawson\nQuit talkin' bitch Y'all is just targets, 'cause ruckus\nThe one who dat doesn't apply to, me make anything\nMy dick please get off it,\nYour bitch leaves it softened, I'm in it ISO so intriguin' author\nI don't have any sense left\n\nI will put a bullet in chest\n\nLift a nigga like a bench press\n\nLooking like you're born of incest\n\nLike Johnny my shit's in-depth (Depp)\n\nWe 'bout to bubble like its meth\n\nRun up on him with the semtex\n\nReally I'm not impressed\n\nWhat you really wanna say the run will have a hero\nWhen you're rapping to me in the parking lot have no interest\nHurry up I gotta get up in this fucking vehicle to get up in this\nLil pussy waiting for me with the 100 man the bitch is tremendous\nI'm a-fucking-mazing, when it's coming to the racing\nI be swimming through you niggas and I'm\nWinning like I'm Michael Phelps in Beijing\nNo chasing no niggas up in here it's\nOn the roof and bitches aim Things(?)\n\nPull up on a nigga that get at me hit\n'Em with it, let you niggas do the gay thing\n\nNo faking\n\nOn the real shit like I'm artificial for the base G (?)\nOops I mean bath salts\nI'm an asshole,\nShits I'm taking on anybody that be\nSteady coming with the bullshit MJ Team I'm dope\nPut him in a hole like an 8 ball, no MJG\n\nWHAT'S BRACKIN'?\n\nYou don't wanna be the one to run up on a nightmare\nNight time Nah I'm finna push a nigga might fly with a MAC-10\nHop back in then be around the corner\nClack-clack with the strap and\nWatch brains drip it's the brainsick,\nNiggas ain't shit, matter fact when I\n\nRun up on him and I\n\nCatch him in the parking lot, like: \"What's up?\"\nShit I'm sick, it'll be your worst day, you thought you had nuts\n\nNiggas never really knew what he was dealing\nWith and like a dealers, stack get cut homie now\n\nNow what's about to be the last thing\nYou see 'fore you cut blood you stuck\n\nIn a sticky situation like a bitch and I'll be with her penetrating\nAnd I don't really give a shit if niggas\nHating homie where the fuck are you insinuating\nBet you niggas always tripping\nI'mma get to take the boobies suck\nAnd fuck I really don't know, pity tho\nTripping on a bitch, end a nigga that quick video, just\n\nEnd it\nDifferent nigga wanna get defended, suspended\n\nLike a whip out my nigga bounce out with the brand new suspension\nGot tension, pull the MAC out, blackout, leave no witness\nWhen I get this like a pat down restaurant give you da business\nHey Twisted\n\nQuit his Brackin everybody slackin' ain't nobody\nRappin' like a devolution (?) homie you pollution\nWhen I pull up on 'em bustin' with the MAC you better get you back up\nWhen I'm at your back and they don't wanna come and see what's in my\nSack and niggas at your back door with a fat bowl and a Henny\nBottle on my lap I put you on a\nRaincheck and that will be the little bit\nWho really wanna say shit [?] I can run up to to the nigga,\nMuthafucka wanna step up to the pain?\nThey don't wanna piece of a hunter\nBeast, undefeated when I'm on the range\nAin't nobody wanna go against the best\nPut me to the test and I'm always game, nigga that's brain","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ken And Ryus Massacre\n  artist: Twisted Insane feat. ISO\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Woke up in a good mood, but I got a phone call from blood\n  Telling me bullshit 'bout a nigga wanna get deep in the funk\n  How is this man, they get me pissed, when I only show love\n  That's the type of shit that make a\n  Nigga wanna pull that heat from the trunk\n  I am different type of nigga that be waiting for you in your living\n  Room bring you to your doom, motherfucker whom is you kiddin'?\n  They don't wanna go to war,\n  Put the nigga's brain fragments on the ceilin'\n  Don't take my life, tell my wife hide the children\n  Phony, niggas acting like a motherfucker really know me\n  Go to war, homie bring the .44 like it's Xbox on Sony\n  My sight got him with the red dot, aim right at they dome\n  Hit them with the chrome,\n  I got more where that came from, that's on me\n  I'm a pistol poppin', poltergeist, and puppet master,\n  Puffin' purple puff a puff, bottles bustin', barely breathin'.\n  Beat 'em, buck 'em, but I'm Boolin' back and Brackin', motherfucker\n  Nuff of the talk time to match wits\n  Which one did I poison? Should I drink? Did he switch it?\n  Every time I wanna go to war I got 'em runnin' like a motherfucker\n  Put him up against it murder man and they\n  Gon' have to find tha body part up in a ditch\n  187\n\n  Run up on a heavy with the fuckin' MAC-11\n  Take a nigga heart, right out middle killing what now\n  Duck down for the ground and do you really wanna come get to flexing\n  Blood I'm built for this shit\n  Looking at everything a nigga done built brain I'd kill for this shit\n  Do we have a problem? Do we gotta put the millimeter to your noggin\n  Blow your memories out, then we leave out broad daylight joggin'\n  From you novice\n  [Turn a nigga 6 months old call it carp fish,\n  Melt 'em black?\n  ] As if they coming heavy and we put 'em in a creek no Dawson\n  Quit talkin' bitch Y'all is just targets, 'cause ruckus\n  The one who dat doesn't apply to, me make anything\n  My dick please get off it,\n  Your bitch leaves it softened, I'm in it ISO so intriguin' author\n  I don't have any sense left\n\n  I will put a bullet in chest\n\n  Lift a nigga like a bench press\n\n  Looking like you're born of incest\n\n  Like Johnny my shit's in-depth (Depp)\n\n  We 'bout to bubble like its meth\n\n  Run up on him with the semtex\n\n  Really I'm not impressed\n\n  What you really wanna say the run will have a hero\n  When you're rapping to me in the parking lot have no interest\n  Hurry up I gotta get up in this fucking vehicle to get up in this\n  Lil pussy waiting for me with the 100 man the bitch is tremendous\n  I'm a-fucking-mazing, when it's coming to the racing\n  I be swimming through you niggas and I'm\n  Winning like I'm Michael Phelps in Beijing\n  No chasing no niggas up in here it's\n  On the roof and bitches aim Things(?)\n\n  Pull up on a nigga that get at me hit\n  'Em with it, let you niggas do the gay thing\n\n  No faking\n\n  On the real shit like I'm artificial for the base G (?)\n  Oops I mean bath salts\n  I'm an asshole,\n  Shits I'm taking on anybody that be\n  Steady coming with the bullshit MJ Team I'm dope\n  Put him in a hole like an 8 ball, no MJG\n\n  WHAT'S BRACKIN'?\n\n  You don't wanna be the one to run up on a nightmare\n  Night time Nah I'm finna push a nigga might fly with a MAC-10\n  Hop back in then be around the corner\n  Clack-clack with the strap and\n  Watch brains drip it's the brainsick,\n  Niggas ain't shit, matter fact when I\n\n  Run up on him and I\n\n  Catch him in the parking lot, like: \"What's up?\"\n  Shit I'm sick, it'll be your worst day, you thought you had nuts\n\n  Niggas never really knew what he was dealing\n  With and like a dealers, stack get cut homie now\n\n  Now what's about to be the last thing\n  You see 'fore you cut blood you stuck\n\n  In a sticky situation like a bitch and I'll be with her penetrating\n  And I don't really give a shit if niggas\n  Hating homie where the fuck are you insinuating\n  Bet you niggas always tripping\n  I'mma get to take the boobies suck\n  And fuck I really don't know, pity tho\n  Tripping on a bitch, end a nigga that quick video, just\n\n  End it\n  Different nigga wanna get defended, suspended\n\n  Like a whip out my nigga bounce out with the brand new suspension\n  Got tension, pull the MAC out, blackout, leave no witness\n  When I get this like a pat down restaurant give you da business\n  Hey Twisted\n\n  Quit his Brackin everybody slackin' ain't nobody\n  Rappin' like a devolution (?) homie you pollution\n  When I pull up on 'em bustin' with the MAC you better get you back up\n  When I'm at your back and they don't wanna come and see what's in my\n  Sack and niggas at your back door with a fat bowl and a Henny\n  Bottle on my lap I put you on a\n  Raincheck and that will be the little bit\n  Who really wanna say shit [?] I can run up to to the nigga,\n  Muthafucka wanna step up to the pain?\n  They don't wanna piece of a hunter\n  Beast, undefeated when I'm on the range\n  Ain't nobody wanna go against the best\n  Put me to the test and I'm always game, nigga that's brain\n"},{"id":6158397,"name":"Smoke And Mirrors","trackName":"Smoke And Mirrors","artistName":"Twisted Insane feat. Dayo G & Z","albumName":"In My Darkest Hour","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm gonna give you three seconds;\nExactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin\nOff your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you\nIf I ever see you here again, you die\nAnd tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson\nExcuse me?\nI said, we cut off your Johnson!\n\nKnew it from the get that homie told me you was a fake\nImma go and get it, imma keep it independent while you sit and wait\nI will get up every day and stand\nIn front of liquor store the only way\nShit I always keep it on me,\nI will never let you muthafuckas seal my fate\nAny minute I will get to swingin',\nAin't nobody bringin' heaters in my face\nHe never wakin' up from this im fuckin\nSick i bit em what you think it was a dream\nImma take his soul and put it in the\nBag and homie, ain't nobody on the case\nHomicide are comin' in this muthafucka to investigate the murder scene\nFuck 'em all, I walk up in the house [I got the rula?\n] Found somebody sleepin' on the couch,\nI woke 'em up and told 'em I' about to leave 'em hollow\nThen I put the pistol in his mouth and got\n'Em off to catch another muthafucka swallow\nWatch the body hit the floor and then I hit\nThe window and i'm makin' sure nobody follow\nGo ahead and come and get me,\nI ain't hard to find; showtime the Apollo\nI be laughing at,\nLookin' at 'em in the face when they realize they fucked up\nDon't begin to cry thinkin' maybe 'cause I will have no sorrow\nJust the last demon in your face\nLaughin' at your pain, nigga like what's up?\n\nLemme see him man\nIt's right back here\nWatchu got this time?\nThis is my problem\nMan, you ain't even killed the muthafucka yet\nMan, fuck all that.\nI need to get this muthafucka in this little ass container homie\nShit you shoulda dumped him last night before the trash came\nMan I can't do myself. Imma hold his head\nWatchu want me to do?\nYou hold his feet and push him\nTogether and we gon' squeeze him in there\nYepp, come on now\nGo!\n*Guy moaning, bones cracking and skin tearing*\nStrong ass mofo!\nGAWT DAMN!\n\nI got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\nSmoke and mirrors\n\nSomebody get these muthafuckas out my face before I street fight\nMake 'em wunna go rewrite when [I C side?] what it be like\nPosted by the streetlight make it three five when the\n[Thinkin' bout the body go pleed,\nLike I found pre fire?] when the meat slice\nPop it at the intalect like syntax the brain blow\nProlly on my infrared 'til these inbreds get mangled\nFuck it that's what the [info?\n] Said so that's what I'm diggin' graves fo'\nTell the engineer when the chamber ready and gas it let the brain go\n[????] talkin' press ons\nIf the truth was on my breath [???] betta teflon, the bets on\nRight handed but left strong\nPipe, hit 'em\n, 'til they head gone like a hedgehog\nIf I said you, then I said y'all\nNow fuckin' lead balls\nExcuse me with a [do milli?] all groupies, fuck y'all\nPetro\n\n'Cause I'm hearin' what they breathin' 'til these demons wunna let go\nSo I've been searchin' a reason to\nKill these heathens like I'm Deadpool\nHearin' what I'm speakin', yeah I'm hearin' what you said too\nFuck it, I hope you lead proof, get you popped from my bedroom\nSmokin' on a blunt, gettin' domed up off red bulls\nGet the chopper, I'll behead you\n\nFuck you doin'?\nShit, all we gotta now is fill this shit up with concrete\nConcrete?\nYeah. I seen that shit on tv bro,\nThat shit'll sink right to the bottom of the lake\nWell, whose whip you tryna take?\nShit it's whatever I got room in my whip\nAlright, fuck it, let's take yours then\nCome on, shit, that's on Brain\nCome on. Nighty night muthafucka!\nDump it!\n\nI got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\nI got the juice\nI got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\nSmoke and mirrors\n\nYeah. That's all it is nowadays homie.\nBullshit paraded to be reality.\nThey steer you blindly down the so called path of\nRighteousness. But in the end... huuaahahahaha! Smoke and mirrors\n\n*Dump plays in the background*\nAlright, so you sure he up here? I'm sayin' you sure he up here?\nI'm sure. He up there right now\nAlright, yeadat. Alright,\nBlood so they said he up here right now homie.\nIt's a muthafuckin fair and shit, blood,\nSo you know there's gon' be all type of kids and shit up out there.\nSo don't be actin' like no lil bitch and gettin' scared before we do\nThis shit.\nGet out there bussin' and get the fuck back to the whip nigga\nI'm with the shit\nHit that muthafucka one more time\n*Takes hit of blunt*\nCome on. Make sure you hit this nigga too.\nLook, there he go right here. Remember me nigga? Go!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smoke And Mirrors\n  artist: Twisted Insane feat. Dayo G & Z\n  album: In My Darkest Hour\n  duration_ms: 296000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm gonna give you three seconds;\n  Exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin\n  Off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you\n  If I ever see you here again, you die\n  And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson\n  Excuse me?\n  I said, we cut off your Johnson!\n\n  Knew it from the get that homie told me you was a fake\n  Imma go and get it, imma keep it independent while you sit and wait\n  I will get up every day and stand\n  In front of liquor store the only way\n  Shit I always keep it on me,\n  I will never let you muthafuckas seal my fate\n  Any minute I will get to swingin',\n  Ain't nobody bringin' heaters in my face\n  He never wakin' up from this im fuckin\n  Sick i bit em what you think it was a dream\n  Imma take his soul and put it in the\n  Bag and homie, ain't nobody on the case\n  Homicide are comin' in this muthafucka to investigate the murder scene\n  Fuck 'em all, I walk up in the house [I got the rula?\n  ] Found somebody sleepin' on the couch,\n  I woke 'em up and told 'em I' about to leave 'em hollow\n  Then I put the pistol in his mouth and got\n  'Em off to catch another muthafucka swallow\n  Watch the body hit the floor and then I hit\n  The window and i'm makin' sure nobody follow\n  Go ahead and come and get me,\n  I ain't hard to find; showtime the Apollo\n  I be laughing at,\n  Lookin' at 'em in the face when they realize they fucked up\n  Don't begin to cry thinkin' maybe 'cause I will have no sorrow\n  Just the last demon in your face\n  Laughin' at your pain, nigga like what's up?\n\n  Lemme see him man\n  It's right back here\n  Watchu got this time?\n  This is my problem\n  Man, you ain't even killed the muthafucka yet\n  Man, fuck all that.\n  I need to get this muthafucka in this little ass container homie\n  Shit you shoulda dumped him last night before the trash came\n  Man I can't do myself. Imma hold his head\n  Watchu want me to do?\n  You hold his feet and push him\n  Together and we gon' squeeze him in there\n  Yepp, come on now\n  Go!\n  *Guy moaning, bones cracking and skin tearing*\n  Strong ass mofo!\n  GAWT DAMN!\n\n  I got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  Smoke and mirrors\n\n  Somebody get these muthafuckas out my face before I street fight\n  Make 'em wunna go rewrite when [I C side?] what it be like\n  Posted by the streetlight make it three five when the\n  [Thinkin' bout the body go pleed,\n  Like I found pre fire?] when the meat slice\n  Pop it at the intalect like syntax the brain blow\n  Prolly on my infrared 'til these inbreds get mangled\n  Fuck it that's what the [info?\n  ] Said so that's what I'm diggin' graves fo'\n  Tell the engineer when the chamber ready and gas it let the brain go\n  [????] talkin' press ons\n  If the truth was on my breath [???] betta teflon, the bets on\n  Right handed but left strong\n  Pipe, hit 'em\n  , 'til they head gone like a hedgehog\n  If I said you, then I said y'all\n  Now fuckin' lead balls\n  Excuse me with a [do milli?] all groupies, fuck y'all\n  Petro\n\n  'Cause I'm hearin' what they breathin' 'til these demons wunna let go\n  So I've been searchin' a reason to\n  Kill these heathens like I'm Deadpool\n  Hearin' what I'm speakin', yeah I'm hearin' what you said too\n  Fuck it, I hope you lead proof, get you popped from my bedroom\n  Smokin' on a blunt, gettin' domed up off red bulls\n  Get the chopper, I'll behead you\n\n  Fuck you doin'?\n  Shit, all we gotta now is fill this shit up with concrete\n  Concrete?\n  Yeah. I seen that shit on tv bro,\n  That shit'll sink right to the bottom of the lake\n  Well, whose whip you tryna take?\n  Shit it's whatever I got room in my whip\n  Alright, fuck it, let's take yours then\n  Come on, shit, that's on Brain\n  Come on. Nighty night muthafucka!\n  Dump it!\n\n  I got the juice (Got the big house, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (Got the big guns, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice (I got the big couch, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  I got the juice\n  I got the juice (I found a big one, oh you brackin' huh?)\n  Smoke and mirrors\n\n  Yeah. That's all it is nowadays homie.\n  Bullshit paraded to be reality.\n  They steer you blindly down the so called path of\n  Righteousness. But in the end... huuaahahahaha! Smoke and mirrors\n\n  *Dump plays in the background*\n  Alright, so you sure he up here? I'm sayin' you sure he up here?\n  I'm sure. He up there right now\n  Alright, yeadat. Alright,\n  Blood so they said he up here right now homie.\n  It's a muthafuckin fair and shit, blood,\n  So you know there's gon' be all type of kids and shit up out there.\n  So don't be actin' like no lil bitch and gettin' scared before we do\n  This shit.\n  Get out there bussin' and get the fuck back to the whip nigga\n  I'm with the shit\n  Hit that muthafucka one more time\n  *Takes hit of blunt*\n  Come on. Make sure you hit this nigga too.\n  Look, there he go right here. Remember me nigga? Go!\n"}]