[{"id":33881815,"name":"Twisted Insane","trackName":"Twisted Insane","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Get up off the fuckin couch nigga\nKill your whole family nigga\nShoot your mom in the face nigga\n\nAnd you be stepping to be knowing what I'm doing when I happen to be on one\nLurking round the corner popping up a 40, get the OE\nElevated, body faded, get your woman integrated, never made it, invaded her, ho you don't know me\nPop a clip up the heater, rip the ho phony\nHit em with the meter cut off with the feet\nLeave the pussy leaking, secretions because I beat it and beat it better grip the heaters when you see the homies\nPopping the pussy dumping the booty having the motherfucker bleeding\nHuff and popping the shovel when I'm puffing on the weed Dumping the dick up in the bitch and do the bitch again and since somebody gotta benefit it better be me (It better be me)\nCause I'm way too psychosomatic and at it looking at the picture kicking the static\nThe nigga that have it I pull the body and they can bag it\nIf anyone have it I pull the trigger and then I dab it\nI'm lethal!\nGetting so perverted when I pull out my dick lit up the Dolomites (Ching)\nShove it in your cushion leaving em gushin you die for the pushing then you can fuck with a nigga that's sick\nKaboom, I Kaboom Splattering the bitch's face all over the room, Having a motherfucker with the info in the room\nDigging up into doom, pitching up in the room\nHaving to meet your doom, fucking with the who?\nCreeping round the corner, popping off in California\nWhen I'm creeping you be going off the [?]\nDumping at so many motherfuckers they be running and run in the gutter\nPull them bitches all up your asshole, bitch you get the lasso Because I be dropping up in em I hit em with the venom and get em, bend em then get another doom\nFeeling fo' reala, killa, peel a Godzilla, filla when I'm pulling bitches all up by the womb\nI'm Twisted Insane!\n\nYou know what I'm sayin, I'm Twisted Insane homie\nThis ain't no montherfuckin dance shit nigga\nThis killa shit nigga, this murda shit nigga\nThis the motherfucking music you shoot for the face to nigga\nShoot for the face to this shit nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.73] Get up off the fuckin couch nigga\n[00:21.16] Kill your whole family nigga\n[00:23.86] Shoot your mom in the face nigga\n[00:28.41] And you be stepping to be knowing what I'm doing when I happen to be on one\n[00:31.19] Lurking round the corner popping up a 40, get the OE\n[00:32.93] Elevated, body faded, get your woman integrated, never made it, invaded her, ho you don't know me\n[00:36.52] Pop a clip up the heater, rip the ho phony\n[00:38.37] Hit em with the meter cut off with the feet\n[00:39.22] Leave the pussy leaking, secretions because I beat it and beat it better grip the heaters when you see the homies\n[00:42.83] Popping the pussy dumping the booty having the motherfucker bleeding\n[00:44.74] Huff and popping the shovel when I'm puffing on the weed Dumping the dick up in the bitch and do the bitch again and since somebody gotta benefit it better be me (It better be me)\n[00:51.03] Cause I'm way too psychosomatic and at it looking at the picture kicking the static\n[00:52.89] The nigga that have it I pull the body and they can bag it\n[00:55.69] If anyone have it I pull the trigger and then I dab it\n[00:56.59] I'm lethal!\n[00:57.46] Getting so perverted when I pull out my dick lit up the Dolomites (Ching)\n[01:00.16] Shove it in your cushion leaving em gushin you die for the pushing then you can fuck with a nigga that's sick\n[01:03.73] Kaboom, I Kaboom Splattering the bitch's face all over the room, Having a motherfucker with the info in the room\n[01:08.34] Digging up into doom, pitching up in the room\n[01:09.24] Having to meet your doom, fucking with the who?\n[01:11.02] Creeping round the corner, popping off in California\n[01:11.97] When I'm creeping you be going off the [?]\n[01:13.78] Dumping at so many motherfuckers they be running and run in the gutter\n[01:15.50] Pull them bitches all up your asshole, bitch you get the lasso Because I be dropping up in em I hit em with the venom and get em, bend em then get another doom\n[01:21.04] Feeling fo' reala, killa, peel a Godzilla, filla when I'm pulling bitches all up by the womb\n[01:23.70] I'm Twisted Insane!\n[01:25.57] You know what I'm sayin, I'm Twisted Insane homie\n[01:28.26] This ain't no montherfuckin dance shit nigga\n[01:31.07] This killa shit nigga, this murda shit nigga\n[01:32.87] This the motherfucking music you shoot for the face to nigga\n[01:34.63] Shoot for the face to this shit nigga\n[01:41.00] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twisted Insane\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 204000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Get up off the fuckin couch nigga\n  start_ms: 15730\n  end_ms: 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end_ms: 88260\n- text: This ain't no montherfuckin dance shit nigga\n  start_ms: 88260\n  end_ms: 91070\n- text: This killa shit nigga, this murda shit nigga\n  start_ms: 91070\n  end_ms: 92870\n- text: This the motherfucking music you shoot for the face to nigga\n  start_ms: 92870\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: Shoot for the face to this shit nigga\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 101000\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 101000\nplain: |-\n  Get up off the fuckin couch nigga\n  Kill your whole family nigga\n  Shoot your mom in the face nigga\n\n  And you be stepping to be knowing what I'm doing when I happen to be on one\n  Lurking round the corner popping up a 40, get the OE\n  Elevated, body faded, get your woman integrated, never made it, invaded her, ho you don't know me\n  Pop a clip up the heater, rip the ho phony\n  Hit em with the meter cut off with the feet\n  Leave the pussy leaking, secretions because I beat it and beat it better grip the heaters when you see the homies\n  Popping the pussy dumping the booty having the motherfucker bleeding\n  Huff and popping the shovel when I'm puffing on the weed Dumping the dick up in the bitch and do the bitch again and since somebody gotta benefit it better be me (It better be me)\n  Cause I'm way too psychosomatic and at it looking at the picture kicking the static\n  The nigga that have it I pull the body and they can bag it\n  If anyone have it I pull the trigger and then I dab it\n  I'm lethal!\n  Getting so perverted when I pull out my dick lit up the Dolomites (Ching)\n  Shove it in your cushion leaving em gushin you die for the pushing then you can fuck with a nigga that's sick\n  Kaboom, I Kaboom Splattering the bitch's face all over the room, Having a motherfucker with the info in the room\n  Digging up into doom, pitching up in the room\n  Having to meet your doom, fucking with the who?\n  Creeping round the corner, popping off in California\n  When I'm creeping you be going off the [?]\n  Dumping at so many motherfuckers they be running and run in the gutter\n  Pull them bitches all up your asshole, bitch you get the lasso Because I be dropping up in em I hit em with the venom and get em, bend em then get another doom\n  Feeling fo' reala, killa, peel a Godzilla, filla when I'm pulling bitches all up by the womb\n  I'm Twisted Insane!\n\n  You know what I'm sayin, I'm Twisted Insane homie\n  This ain't no montherfuckin dance shit nigga\n  This killa shit nigga, this murda shit nigga\n  This the motherfucking music you shoot for the face to nigga\n  Shoot for the face to this shit nigga\n"},{"id":24135058,"name":"Shoot to Kill","trackName":"Shoot to Kill","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":65.9101249,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's how I do my shit, nigga\nI keeps the weed nigga\nYou know what I'm sayin' homie?\nNigga, when I do my shit nigga\nNiggas get they head split\n\nHell mothafuckin' yeah!\nShoot for the face nigga\nIt's how we get down nigga,\nevery motherfuckin' day homie,\nyou know what I'm sayin', we shoot for the face nigga\nSome niggas is on somethin' nigga,\nthat's what, that's what niggas is doin' nigga\nNiggas just done hit the corner nigga\nand peeled another nigga's cap tonight\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nyou and your motherfuckin' ride nigga\nHittin' switches in the muthafuckin' night life nigga\nMovin... listenin' to this insane shit,\nlistenin' to this muthafuckin' brainsick shit bitch\nYou know what I'm sayin' and I am\nTwisted Insane in this muthafucka', high and lit\nYou know what I'm sayin',\njust like you motherfuckers, niggas, same ass niggas\nYou know what I'm sayin', just like you muthafuckers\nAnd I'm just, nigga, shootin' for the face nigga\nStill nigga\nAlways nigga, shoot for the face nigga, real wit it all the time nigga\nKeep your motherfuckin' heat with you nigga, while you ridin' nigga\nNigga, shoot to kill...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shoot to Kill\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 65910\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That's how I do my shit, nigga\n  I keeps the weed nigga\n  You know what I'm sayin' homie?\n  Nigga, when I do my shit nigga\n  Niggas get they head split\n\n  Hell mothafuckin' yeah!\n  Shoot for the face nigga\n  It's how we get down nigga,\n  every motherfuckin' day homie,\n  you know what I'm sayin', we shoot for the face nigga\n  Some niggas is on somethin' nigga,\n  that's what, that's what niggas is doin' nigga\n  Niggas just done hit the corner nigga\n  and peeled another nigga's cap tonight\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  you and your motherfuckin' ride nigga\n  Hittin' switches in the muthafuckin' night life nigga\n  Movin... listenin' to this insane shit,\n  listenin' to this muthafuckin' brainsick shit bitch\n  You know what I'm sayin' and I am\n  Twisted Insane in this muthafucka', high and lit\n  You know what I'm sayin',\n  just like you motherfuckers, niggas, same ass niggas\n  You know what I'm sayin', just like you muthafuckers\n  And I'm just, nigga, shootin' for the face nigga\n  Still nigga\n  Always nigga, shoot for the face nigga, real wit it all the time nigga\n  Keep your motherfuckin' heat with you nigga, while you ridin' nigga\n  Nigga, shoot to kill...\n"},{"id":20300564,"name":"Shoot for the Face","trackName":"Shoot for the Face","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":177.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Amigo, Amigo!\nHey!\nAhh, I am Pepe!\nAnd I have what you need\nso what's your poison, eh?\nUppers, Downers, In's, Out's?\nI can get it all!\nYou got that look in your eye, eh?\nI know you\nYou want some choo-choo!\n\nYeah\nMatta fact\nHahahahaha\nTry'na hit the slopes\nBuckle up\n\nJump up In the bed and gimme head\nand you can bet that every time I walk\nup in the room women want to fuck\n82 percent I'll go up and take the D'\nYou need to get some kinda brace for\nWhen you take it in the gut\nBut the boyfriend on the loose\nso when they tell me cuz' they knew\nThat she was comin' to my show that she was in my VIP","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shoot for the Face\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 177000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Amigo, Amigo!\n  Hey!\n  Ahh, I am Pepe!\n  And I have what you need\n  so what's your poison, eh?\n  Uppers, Downers, In's, Out's?\n  I can get it all!\n  You got that look in your eye, eh?\n  I know you\n  You want some choo-choo!\n\n  Yeah\n  Matta fact\n  Hahahahaha\n  Try'na hit the slopes\n  Buckle up\n\n  Jump up In the bed and gimme head\n  and you can bet that every time I walk\n  up in the room women want to fuck\n  82 percent I'll go up and take the D'\n  You need to get some kinda brace for\n  When you take it in the gut\n  But the boyfriend on the loose\n  so when they tell me cuz' they knew\n  That she was comin' to my show that she was in my VIP\n"},{"id":6178590,"name":"Shoot","trackName":"Shoot","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Voodoo","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I shoot niggas, you know what I'm saying nigga\nI'm talking walk right up to a nigga, in broad day light nigga\nWhen these motherfuckers least expect it\nI'm coming to get them\nAnd I'm coming to shoot nigga\nWe shoot around here nigga\nYeah\nShoot niggas and I did it in the broad day\nShoot niggas but I'm talking all in they face\nShoot niggas all up in the middle of the night\nWhen they tucked in,tight, thinking it's okay\nI don't need a nine, blood, I use an AK\nShooting grown men, I don't shoot the bay-bays\nAnd if it so happen that you thought that I was capping\nI guess it only mean that's a nigga's pay day\nLet me shoot one, I don't care about you nigga\nPut it on my momma that they all bitch niggas\nSpend my whole life in the dirt\nAlways had to put in work\nBlood let me find one rich nigga\nTake em' in the backyard shoot him in his noodle\nIf a nigga act hard shoot em' with his poodle\nI don't give a fuck if the nigga get bucked\nBlood, a nigga still want the whole kit and caboodle\nYou don't wanna talk around and get your ass shot, hoe\nWhat the fuck you think niggas get they ass popped for\nWhat you mean turn down\nBlood I'm too bracked\nYou wanna go to war then nigga what's happening\nI told you ass before, I'll make one call\nSend niggas at your door and it'll be clack\nI don't give a fuck never had, never did\nI thought that it would change when I had me some kids\nBut I'm turnt up to the motherfucking max\nWith no time to relax with some zags in the whip\nBrainsick, yeah, B-Brainsick fool\nThis Brainsick shit, bitch, it's all that I do\nAnd if I didn't do it then I'd be off on the fluid\nMan I thought you nigga blew it, off a bottle off the brew, shoot\nBrain!\nTrying to tell these motherfuckers nigga\nBut I told a nigga, I looked him in the eye\nAnd I told these motherfuckers\nSome niggas don't listen\nI will bring heat if you niggas do want it\nSick of they crew in the middle of the street\nBusting with the .40 fifth to make a nigga jump\nTurn down homie, you don't really even know me\nWhat don't you turn around slowly for my trigger finger dump\nBust when I grab guns off of my waist\nBust like my nuts bust all in yo face\nDust everybody off Manson\nMuddy motherfuckers that will put you bitches all in yo place\nWho shoot goose troops scary ass nigga\nSeen em' all before and yes you ain't about shit\nAlways wanna run a muck, no one give a motherfuck\nYou ain't nathan but a bitch\nBut I'm on some other shit I bury the niggas in the mud\nBut for tonight, I'm comin' to Knife you\nWhen i slice you for your jug\nFuck what you're taking about\nComing up out your mouth\nIt really don't matter don't anyway\nIt's still off with your nuts\nShoot one eye and put a bullet through you too\nShoot, when I'm busting at em out the sun roof\nShoot like I'm Rambo, coming in your window\nWhen I hit you Imma split your ratchet ass in two\nAlready drunk blood I need another bottle\nReally like to push it when I'm in a hot model\nSwitching lanes busting at em', hitting brains\nFeeling like I'm Jessie James\nMoving through a fucking full throttle\nO-M-G shit, there he go, whack\nWelcome to his bitch ass, click-clack-crack\nWhat you mean a nigga too deadly i killed a relative\nPut that motherfucker's brains on the floor now\nBrainsick, yeah, B-Brainsick fool\nThis Brainsick shit, bitch, it's all that I do\nAnd if I didn't do it then I'd be off on the fluid\nMan i thought you niggas do it, off a bottle off the brew, shoot\nI will bring heat if you niggas do want it\nI see these rap niggas all the time homie\nI go city to city with this shit\nI be seeing these motherfuckers everywhere I go nigga\nThey be wondering\nAm I really with the shit\nFind out motherfucker","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shoot\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Voodoo\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I shoot niggas, you know what I'm saying nigga\n  I'm talking walk right up to a nigga, in broad day light nigga\n  When these motherfuckers least expect it\n  I'm coming to get them\n  And I'm coming to shoot nigga\n  We shoot around here nigga\n  Yeah\n  Shoot niggas and I did it in the broad day\n  Shoot niggas but I'm talking all in they face\n  Shoot niggas all up in the middle of the night\n  When they tucked in,tight, thinking it's okay\n  I don't need a nine, blood, I use an AK\n  Shooting grown men, I don't shoot the bay-bays\n  And if it so happen that you thought that I was capping\n  I guess it only mean that's a nigga's pay day\n  Let me shoot one, I don't care about you nigga\n  Put it on my momma that they all bitch niggas\n  Spend my whole life in the dirt\n  Always had to put in work\n  Blood let me find one rich nigga\n  Take em' in the backyard shoot him in his noodle\n  If a nigga act hard shoot em' with his poodle\n  I don't give a fuck if the nigga get bucked\n  Blood, a nigga still want the whole kit and caboodle\n  You don't wanna talk around and get your ass shot, hoe\n  What the fuck you think niggas get they ass popped for\n  What you mean turn down\n  Blood I'm too bracked\n  You wanna go to war then nigga what's happening\n  I told you ass before, I'll make one call\n  Send niggas at your door and it'll be clack\n  I don't give a fuck never had, never did\n  I thought that it would change when I had me some kids\n  But I'm turnt up to the motherfucking max\n  With no time to relax with some zags in the whip\n  Brainsick, yeah, B-Brainsick fool\n  This Brainsick shit, bitch, it's all that I do\n  And if I didn't do it then I'd be off on the fluid\n  Man I thought you nigga blew it, off a bottle off the brew, shoot\n  Brain!\n  Trying to tell these motherfuckers nigga\n  But I told a nigga, I looked him in the eye\n  And I told these motherfuckers\n  Some niggas don't listen\n  I will bring heat if you niggas do want it\n  Sick of they crew in the middle of the street\n  Busting with the .40 fifth to make a nigga jump\n  Turn down homie, you don't really even know me\n  What don't you turn around slowly for my trigger finger dump\n  Bust when I grab guns off of my waist\n  Bust like my nuts bust all in yo face\n  Dust everybody off Manson\n  Muddy motherfuckers that will put you bitches all in yo place\n  Who shoot goose troops scary ass nigga\n  Seen em' all before and yes you ain't about shit\n  Always wanna run a muck, no one give a motherfuck\n  You ain't nathan but a bitch\n  But I'm on some other shit I bury the niggas in the mud\n  But for tonight, I'm comin' to Knife you\n  When i slice you for your jug\n  Fuck what you're taking about\n  Coming up out your mouth\n  It really don't matter don't anyway\n  It's still off with your nuts\n  Shoot one eye and put a bullet through you too\n  Shoot, when I'm busting at em out the sun roof\n  Shoot like I'm Rambo, coming in your window\n  When I hit you Imma split your ratchet ass in two\n  Already drunk blood I need another bottle\n  Really like to push it when I'm in a hot model\n  Switching lanes busting at em', hitting brains\n  Feeling like I'm Jessie James\n  Moving through a fucking full throttle\n  O-M-G shit, there he go, whack\n  Welcome to his bitch ass, click-clack-crack\n  What you mean a nigga too deadly i killed a relative\n  Put that motherfucker's brains on the floor now\n  Brainsick, yeah, B-Brainsick fool\n  This Brainsick shit, bitch, it's all that I do\n  And if I didn't do it then I'd be off on the fluid\n  Man i thought you niggas do it, off a bottle off the brew, shoot\n  I will bring heat if you niggas do want it\n  I see these rap niggas all the time homie\n  I go city to city with this shit\n  I be seeing these motherfuckers everywhere I go nigga\n  They be wondering\n  Am I really with the shit\n  Find out motherfucker\n"},{"id":7167722,"name":"From the Dome","trackName":"From the Dome","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And even if you wanna bitch\nBecause I bomb em with' the switch\nLurk around the corner pumpin off a nigga for the fifty so don't snitch\nMy niggas prolly got a fuckin hidden mini mac could drug it steal the money put the dirty body all up in a ditch\nFirst you say \"Poppin' off the dome, make em with' the chrome\" know too eat the bullet from the bear\nDontchu worry thick, and heres some money for the chrome\nCause individuals took it no body boutta be there\nGotchu runnin' from the nightmare, put the mic there, with' a light there, fight there, fly a kite there\nBut the pussy finna bite there, right there\nBut I'm knowin' that a muthafucka' never fight fair\nFor the dope in the dome\nI'm finna pop it off in em' it misses so what we get too pimpin' come with' the automatic weapon to catch em'\nI pack a pistol or tech and begin to wet em' and pappin' em' then get too stealin' or recommend and then I'm wreckin' em'\nAnd if I can I know I never mention that I'm a hit em' now so he could take a bullet to the brain\nFeelin' funny when I take your money, do you think you're yummy? Yea don't take me for a dummy I'm Twisted Insane\nUnfortunate pain\nHalf of these bitches be off in the hood, rep with' no shame\nPut em' in the ditch, hit the bitch with'the cane\nYou two bitches time too start washin' the stains\nAnd it gotta be a problem when I get too solvin' get the revolver\nThe witch who cut it off feet, I'm comin' off deep if you fear me\nOn the d-low, wanna be in love\nNigga don't wanna gobble the bullet up in the gut because a nigga don't scare me\nI'm a brain sick fiend\nPoppin' the bottle like I'm a casting cream\nLurk around corners like I'm a basket dream\nPeelin' the bodies like I'm a bad dick crane\n\nYou have turned them to be insane and you will get your DOME SPLIT\nThey put a bullet in your brain and you will get your DOME SPLIT\nYou have turned them to be insane and you will get your DOME SPLIT\nThey put a bullet in your brain (in your brain) and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n\nLeave your body in the mud\nPoppin' all off with the slug\nWrap our hands around a corner dropping off another bullet in the gut\nMy homies telling me to hurry up and get the party started we got honeys wanna take it get buttfucked\nI had a body in the car I wanna be a murderous hider and seek another bitch\nWe was ready coming but I never let alone I always trippin' with a copper niggas better put it on with\nFeeling corny cause I'm suffering and they hittin' my face, feelin' that blade, their knee to my face, I'm feelin' the pain\nThe blood up in my cyst it got me hungry when I get 'em and I take it to the pin and then I'm a have to throw a grenade\nIt's funny go bang\nLike I was dumb and whatever part of pity for whatever is stuntin' but then the money it better get gone\nAnd nigga ya' better get on\nAnd ya' better get on\nAnd nigga ya' hangin' on\nI'm sick\nAnd you get too fuckin' with' a nigga that'll get and back up off you with the dome, in the song, or the chrome\nFound a muthafucka' layin on the ground\nAnd you screamin' by the phone, it keeps on goin'\n\nYou have turned them to be insane and you will get your DOME SPLIT\nThey put a bullet in your brain and you will get your DOME SPLIT\nYou have turned them to be insane and you will get your DOME SPLIT\nThey put a bullet in your brain and you will get your DOME SPLIT","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: From the Dome\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And even if you wanna bitch\n  Because I bomb em with' the switch\n  Lurk around the corner pumpin off a nigga for the fifty so don't snitch\n  My niggas prolly got a fuckin hidden mini mac could drug it steal the money put the dirty body all up in a ditch\n  First you say \"Poppin' off the dome, make em with' the chrome\" know too eat the bullet from the bear\n  Dontchu worry thick, and heres some money for the chrome\n  Cause individuals took it no body boutta be there\n  Gotchu runnin' from the nightmare, put the mic there, with' a light there, fight there, fly a kite there\n  But the pussy finna bite there, right there\n  But I'm knowin' that a muthafucka' never fight fair\n  For the dope in the dome\n  I'm finna pop it off in em' it misses so what we get too pimpin' come with' the automatic weapon to catch em'\n  I pack a pistol or tech and begin to wet em' and pappin' em' then get too stealin' or recommend and then I'm wreckin' em'\n  And if I can I know I never mention that I'm a hit em' now so he could take a bullet to the brain\n  Feelin' funny when I take your money, do you think you're yummy? Yea don't take me for a dummy I'm Twisted Insane\n  Unfortunate pain\n  Half of these bitches be off in the hood, rep with' no shame\n  Put em' in the ditch, hit the bitch with'the cane\n  You two bitches time too start washin' the stains\n  And it gotta be a problem when I get too solvin' get the revolver\n  The witch who cut it off feet, I'm comin' off deep if you fear me\n  On the d-low, wanna be in love\n  Nigga don't wanna gobble the bullet up in the gut because a nigga don't scare me\n  I'm a brain sick fiend\n  Poppin' the bottle like I'm a casting cream\n  Lurk around corners like I'm a basket dream\n  Peelin' the bodies like I'm a bad dick crane\n\n  You have turned them to be insane and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n  They put a bullet in your brain and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n  You have turned them to be insane and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n  They put a bullet in your brain (in your brain) and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n\n  Leave your body in the mud\n  Poppin' all off with the slug\n  Wrap our hands around a corner dropping off another bullet in the gut\n  My homies telling me to hurry up and get the party started we got honeys wanna take it get buttfucked\n  I had a body in the car I wanna be a murderous hider and seek another bitch\n  We was ready coming but I never let alone I always trippin' with a copper niggas better put it on with\n  Feeling corny cause I'm suffering and they hittin' my face, feelin' that blade, their knee to my face, I'm feelin' the pain\n  The blood up in my cyst it got me hungry when I get 'em and I take it to the pin and then I'm a have to throw a grenade\n  It's funny go bang\n  Like I was dumb and whatever part of pity for whatever is stuntin' but then the money it better get gone\n  And nigga ya' better get on\n  And ya' better get on\n  And nigga ya' hangin' on\n  I'm sick\n  And you get too fuckin' with' a nigga that'll get and back up off you with the dome, in the song, or the chrome\n  Found a muthafucka' layin on the ground\n  And you screamin' by the phone, it keeps on goin'\n\n  You have turned them to be insane and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n  They put a bullet in your brain and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n  You have turned them to be insane and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n  They put a bullet in your brain and you will get your DOME SPLIT\n"},{"id":7167721,"name":"A Spider in the Night","trackName":"A Spider in the Night","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":165.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Brainsick\nYeah dat, yeah now you\nBrain\nBrain Shiet\nYeah, gather around\nCome one, come motherfuckin' all nigga\nIt's like it's, it's like it's\n\nIt's like a spider in the night\nThat'll hit yo ass off with just one bite\nAnd you don't really wanna get affiliated with a nigga\nThat'll run up on motherfuckers and bust on site\nBrainsick\nRun up on ya semi-automatic MAC-11 when I put one to your dome\nNiggas steady runnin' from the hollow tip BOM\nBody brick breaker like a fat Jim Jones\nGet up out 'cha seat for the brainsick song\nBlack on my face for every mission\nBustin' on niggas when I'm in the zone\nWhy you think half of these people is missin'\nWhy you think half of these niggas is dissin'\nCause I put their bodies in graves\nThen why you think half of these people is pissin'\nBrain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain\nMurder when I cut 'em when I hit 'em with the millimeter\nThen when I'ma coming for the dough\nAin't no stoppin' this when a nigga collab on this\nCause I drop this on a motherfucker thinkin' that I come and then blow\nAnd niggers really don't wanna battle me\nCause I'm better at what they're doin'\nI be different when I eat a motherfucker brain\nHysteria with fist of fury never never hurry\nI'ma bury it and bind a fucker six foots grey\nCan I keep on comin', can I keep on goin'\n'Til the sign of come up, run up and get done\nTake it to my [?] til I hit 'em faster\nWhat I 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come motherfuckin' all nigga\n[00:19.86] It's like it's, it's like it's\n[00:23.46] It's like a spider in the night\n[00:24.35] That'll hit yo ass off with just one bite\n[00:26.16] And you don't really wanna get affiliated with a nigga\n[00:27.02] That'll run up on motherfuckers and bust on site\n[00:28.89] Brainsick\n[00:30.73] Run up on ya semi-automatic MAC-11 when I put one to your dome\n[00:31.65] Niggas steady runnin' from the hollow tip BOM\n[00:33.45] Body brick breaker like a fat Jim Jones\n[00:34.38] Get up out 'cha seat for the brainsick song\n[00:36.13] Black on my face for every mission\n[00:37.02] Bustin' on niggas when I'm in the zone\n[00:39.74] Why you think half of these people is missin'\n[00:41.50] Why you think half of these niggas is dissin'\n[00:42.48] Cause I put their bodies in graves\n[00:44.27] Then why you think half of these people is pissin'\n[00:46.02] Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain\n[00:47.83] Murder when I cut 'em when I hit 'em with the millimeter\n[00:48.72] Then when I'ma coming for the dough\n[00:49.71] Ain't no stoppin' this when a nigga collab on this\n[00:50.69] Cause I drop this on a motherfucker thinkin' that I come and then blow\n[00:52.41] And niggers really don't wanna battle me\n[00:54.23] Cause I'm better at what they're doin'\n[00:56.07] I be different when I eat a motherfucker brain\n[00:56.95] Hysteria with fist of fury never never hurry\n[00:58.72] I'ma bury it and bind a fucker six foots grey\n[00:59.62] Can I keep on comin', can I keep on goin'\n[01:00.58] 'Til the sign of come up, run up and get done\n[01:02.39] Take it to my [?] til I hit 'em faster\n[01:03.20] What I really wanted was to smoke a blunt up in this month\n[01:04.13] But I'm drinkin' it up quick with a pint this month\n[01:06.86] Then I really gotta top it and get the nigga wanna nut\n[01:07.86] And I really want nigga to be in public 'fore I gotta cut her\n[01:09.60] (Huff and puff and huff and puff)\n[01:11.42] Get the bottle poppin' off the homie and the bloody rock\n[01:12.38] Maybe you could take another bullet in the room\n[01:14.18] Hit it with the venom when I'm livin' off of venom\n[01:15.96] And the niggas in the building before I carry for they doom\n[01:16.83] It's a spider in the night, fill the body with the sick 9mm, motherfuckers better\n[01:18.63] Bang, bang\n[01:20.44] Poppin' off another one and cut 'em with the venom when I be on that\n[01:22.27] Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain\n[01:24.05] They want it\n[01:25.89] Got some motherfucker lookin' at me like a nigga really wanna get up and sit up\n[01:27.68] Put bullets in motherfuckers that wanna run up on (Felicia[?])\n[01:29.43] Put bullets in motherfuckers that's (severed[?]) up on me\n[01:30.36] Get the bitch grippin' and poppin' up on me\n[01:43.00] Hit a biddy bitch for until for me to come in, ay\n[01:44.87] Nigga better check out that's for Michael like you want a thing\n[01:45.78] And I don't really give a, you don't really give a\n[01:47.51] Who don't really give a fuck about a nigga that's comin' to body-poppidy\n[01:49.37] Poppin' every nigga that won't ever never bother me\n[01:51.10] On top of the motherfuckers that be after the brain\n[01:52.95] Cause I be sinnin' with the 50, with the Hen\n[01:54.74] Feed it to my stomach, start messin' with the gin\n[01:56.55] Lurk around the corner where the niggas really wanna hit the Bloody Mary\n[01:57.47] Hold on, 'fore the [?] gon' see it\n[01:59.27] Wait, hold up nigga, hold up\n[02:00.14] Ay, what are you doin'\n[02:02.07] Ay, that nigga smokin' all the motherfuckin' weed\n[02:04.77] Ay, fuck that shit nigga\n[02:05.68] I'm in this motherfucker doin' a verse man damn nigga\n[02:07.43] But you can't just smoke a pot of weed like that homie\n[02:09.24] Ay, pass that shit nigga\n[02:11.08] Yeah\n[02:12.86] It's motherfucker trip\n[02:13.72] Yeah\n[02:20.07] Okay\n[02:26.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: A Spider in the Night\n  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text: Ay, that nigga smokin' all the motherfuckin' weed\n  start_ms: 122070\n  end_ms: 124770\n- text: Ay, fuck that shit nigga\n  start_ms: 124770\n  end_ms: 125680\n- text: I'm in this motherfucker doin' a verse man damn nigga\n  start_ms: 125680\n  end_ms: 127430\n- text: But you can't just smoke a pot of weed like that homie\n  start_ms: 127430\n  end_ms: 129240\n- text: Ay, pass that shit nigga\n  start_ms: 129240\n  end_ms: 131080\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 131080\n  end_ms: 132860\n- text: It's motherfucker trip\n  start_ms: 132860\n  end_ms: 133720\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 133720\n  end_ms: 140070\n- text: Okay\n  start_ms: 140070\n  end_ms: 146330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 146330\nplain: |-\n  Brainsick\n  Yeah dat, yeah now you\n  Brain\n  Brain Shiet\n  Yeah, gather around\n  Come one, come motherfuckin' all nigga\n  It's like it's, it's like it's\n\n  It's like a spider in the night\n  That'll hit yo ass off with just one bite\n  And you don't really wanna get affiliated with a nigga\n  That'll run up on motherfuckers and bust on site\n  Brainsick\n  Run up on ya semi-automatic MAC-11 when I put one to your dome\n  Niggas steady runnin' from the hollow tip BOM\n  Body brick breaker like a fat Jim Jones\n  Get up out 'cha seat for the brainsick song\n  Black on my face for every mission\n  Bustin' on niggas when I'm in the zone\n  Why you think half of these people is missin'\n  Why you think half of these niggas is dissin'\n  Cause I put their bodies in graves\n  Then why you think half of these people is pissin'\n  Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain\n  Murder when I cut 'em when I hit 'em with the millimeter\n  Then when I'ma coming for the dough\n  Ain't no stoppin' this when a nigga collab on this\n  Cause I drop this on a motherfucker thinkin' that I come and then blow\n  And niggers really don't wanna battle me\n  Cause I'm better at what they're doin'\n  I be different when I eat a motherfucker brain\n  Hysteria with fist of fury never never hurry\n  I'ma bury it and bind a fucker six foots grey\n  Can I keep on comin', can I keep on goin'\n  'Til the sign of come up, run up and get done\n  Take it to my [?] til I hit 'em faster\n  What I really wanted was to smoke a blunt up in this month\n  But I'm drinkin' it up quick with a pint this month\n  Then I really gotta top it and get the nigga wanna nut\n  And I really want nigga to be in public 'fore I gotta cut her\n  (Huff and puff and huff and puff)\n\n  Get the bottle poppin' off the homie and the bloody rock\n  Maybe you could take another bullet in the room\n  Hit it with the venom when I'm livin' off of venom\n  And the niggas in the building before I carry for they doom\n  It's a spider in the night, fill the body with the sick 9mm, motherfuckers better\n  Bang, bang\n  Poppin' off another one and cut 'em with the venom when I be on that\n  Brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain, brain\n\n  They want it\n  Got some motherfucker lookin' at me like a nigga really wanna get up and sit up\n  Put bullets in motherfuckers that wanna run up on (Felicia[?])\n  Put bullets in motherfuckers that's (severed[?]) up on me\n  Get the bitch grippin' and poppin' up on me\n  Hit a biddy bitch for until for me to come in, ay\n  Nigga better check out that's for Michael like you want a thing\n  And I don't really give a, you don't really give a\n  Who don't really give a fuck about a nigga that's comin' to body-poppidy\n  Poppin' every nigga that won't ever never bother me\n  On top of the motherfuckers that be after the brain\n  Cause I be sinnin' with the 50, with the Hen\n  Feed it to my stomach, start messin' with the gin\n  Lurk around the corner where the niggas really wanna hit the Bloody Mary\n  Hold on, 'fore the [?] gon' see it\n\n  Wait, hold up nigga, hold up\n  Ay, what are you doin'\n  Ay, that nigga smokin' all the motherfuckin' weed\n  Ay, fuck that shit nigga\n  I'm in this motherfucker doin' a verse man damn nigga\n  But you can't just smoke a pot of weed like that homie\n  Ay, pass that shit nigga\n  Yeah\n  It's motherfucker trip\n  Yeah\n  Okay\n"},{"id":7712435,"name":"Black Magic","trackName":"Black Magic","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That motherfuckin' bitch was off the hook too\n(Car starts and radio plays)\nHurry up and roll that\nMotherfuckin' blunt nigga before the police come\nLast time it was just real\n\nMmmhmm\nThey knew I had...\nThey knew I had that heat huh\nMy shit was right by me\nHand me that motherfuckin' blunt\nThis motherfucka', I gotta dry this bitch first\n\nParanoia!\nDissin' my body with flames, coat this ice\nHomie, ya better be ready for war\nWhen walkin' down the street at night n'\nReady with hand on the gauge\nFor niggas that run up or wanna get diesel\nRun up on me, there is no sequel\nMotherfucker, the bullet will meet you\nTo bury your body in river for niggas that run up and got gatz\nStop that!\nHomie, because we all know where you been shot at\nThis nigga wanna get down\nHeck, my niggas wanna get down too!\nRun up on us and kick up dust\nWatchin' how fast we clowned you\n[?] a 40 ounce bottle while feelin' that ganja\nLucifer turn on my demons to make me do\nEverything, even if choppin' off nostrils\nI walk in the do'\nLook for the money, for penny, then hurry and sell\nYou niggas,\nYa better be ready and lose the first penny just because of the smell\nNigga be walkin' through Hell\nHead for this murder and keepin' the death\nPut one in ya [nut?] when I'm bussin' my tech,\nWith the tech and get off of the set\nThis ain't the right flow...\nFor niggas that really don't wanna be bussin'\nStep over homie,\nWe feel that we differ, we on a mission, nigga no discussion\n\nDo you want to know black magic?\nWhere yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin' up savine\nAnd fuckin' with them psychos\nAnd bustin' with the rifles\nWe niggas best sight no [What?!]\nMuthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n[?] like a habit\nSo come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n\nIt had happened one Saturday night,\nI was mobbin' like a muthafucka',\nDown in [sick and the loony?] street\nSmokin' on some hydroponic trees\nMe and my [peep?] was plottin' on a come up\nImma burn somethin' like a skinny ho, can't cook in the mornin'\nIf you sleepin, we creepin'\nGivin' niggas dirt naps\nI'm hurtin', for certain\nAnd homie you don't wanna see\n187, don't listen to eleven\n[?] nigga's pockets and king-sized mantles n'\nShit's gettin' funky like them [?] [clumps?] flattenin'\nCouldn't clean like a surgeon, make you bloody like a virgin\nOnly God can judge me and I'm wonderin' will I ever see [Pac?] again,\nI'm livin' [straight?\n] For this life and I know I'm gonna murder somethin'\nTwisted Insane got the gauge, gon' pop somethin'\nIf this [night?] go good, homie we gon' cop somethin'\nBreak it down, bag it up,\nAnd hit the block all in the same night,\nThis black magic'll have you seein' lights\n\nDo you want to know black magic?\nWhere yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin up savine\nAnd fuckin' with them psychos\nAnd bustin' with the rifles\nWe niggas best sight no [What?!]\nMuthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n[?] like a habit\nSo come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n\nOne off for the dojo\nSufferin' one to the dome [?] my composure\nCircle and salt when I'm doin' the voodoo\nAnd lightin' a candle and urn for the\nAnd leavin' em all in the dirt\nSo niggas that take out they stomach and fill\nEm with bullets, you know about puttin' in work\nI'm never the one to be [lit in the car?] [?] feelin' the booster\n[?] when off of Medusa\n40 ounce and a Ruger,\nDumpin' on niggas that really don't wanna be fucked with\nHop out the model when off of the bottle and\nCatch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket\nCatch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket\nMy niggas will [brack em?] all to the brain\nLook into they eyes and [happen?],\nWatch how fast these niggas [?] when they encounter the flames\nBurnin bodies like the ashes and urns,\nI'm ready to learn why these niggas are sicker\nDumpin' with so much artillery,\nNiggas they feelin' me when I be off of the liquor\nSick and the quicksand's gettin' thicker\nAnd all the O.E. is just killin' my liver\nSo passionate for bein' [?] [mixin you?] with the wicked elixir\nHopin' you niggas is gettin' your fixer\nOff of my shit cause I do be a savage\nMeetin' your doom when you enter the room...\nBlack magic\n\nDo you want to know black magic?\nWhere yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin up savine\nAnd fuckin' with them psychos\nAnd bustin' with the rifles\nWe niggas best sight no [What?!]\nMuthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n[?] like a habit\nSo come into my room and let me teach you black magic","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Magic\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That motherfuckin' bitch was off the hook too\n  (Car starts and radio plays)\n  Hurry up and roll that\n  Motherfuckin' blunt nigga before the police come\n  Last time it was just real\n\n  Mmmhmm\n  They knew I had...\n  They knew I had that heat huh\n  My shit was right by me\n  Hand me that motherfuckin' blunt\n  This motherfucka', I gotta dry this bitch first\n\n  Paranoia!\n  Dissin' my body with flames, coat this ice\n  Homie, ya better be ready for war\n  When walkin' down the street at night n'\n  Ready with hand on the gauge\n  For niggas that run up or wanna get diesel\n  Run up on me, there is no sequel\n  Motherfucker, the bullet will meet you\n  To bury your body in river for niggas that run up and got gatz\n  Stop that!\n  Homie, because we all know where you been shot at\n  This nigga wanna get down\n  Heck, my niggas wanna get down too!\n  Run up on us and kick up dust\n  Watchin' how fast we clowned you\n  [?] a 40 ounce bottle while feelin' that ganja\n  Lucifer turn on my demons to make me do\n  Everything, even if choppin' off nostrils\n  I walk in the do'\n  Look for the money, for penny, then hurry and sell\n  You niggas,\n  Ya better be ready and lose the first penny just because of the smell\n  Nigga be walkin' through Hell\n  Head for this murder and keepin' the death\n  Put one in ya [nut?] when I'm bussin' my tech,\n  With the tech and get off of the set\n  This ain't the right flow...\n  For niggas that really don't wanna be bussin'\n  Step over homie,\n  We feel that we differ, we on a mission, nigga no discussion\n\n  Do you want to know black magic?\n  Where yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin' up savine\n  And fuckin' with them psychos\n  And bustin' with the rifles\n  We niggas best sight no [What?!]\n  Muthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n  [?] like a habit\n  So come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n\n  It had happened one Saturday night,\n  I was mobbin' like a muthafucka',\n  Down in [sick and the loony?] street\n  Smokin' on some hydroponic trees\n  Me and my [peep?] was plottin' on a come up\n  Imma burn somethin' like a skinny ho, can't cook in the mornin'\n  If you sleepin, we creepin'\n  Givin' niggas dirt naps\n  I'm hurtin', for certain\n  And homie you don't wanna see\n  187, don't listen to eleven\n  [?] nigga's pockets and king-sized mantles n'\n  Shit's gettin' funky like them [?] [clumps?] flattenin'\n  Couldn't clean like a surgeon, make you bloody like a virgin\n  Only God can judge me and I'm wonderin' will I ever see [Pac?] again,\n  I'm livin' [straight?\n  ] For this life and I know I'm gonna murder somethin'\n  Twisted Insane got the gauge, gon' pop somethin'\n  If this [night?] go good, homie we gon' cop somethin'\n  Break it down, bag it up,\n  And hit the block all in the same night,\n  This black magic'll have you seein' lights\n\n  Do you want to know black magic?\n  Where yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin up savine\n  And fuckin' with them psychos\n  And bustin' with the rifles\n  We niggas best sight no [What?!]\n  Muthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n  [?] like a habit\n  So come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n\n  One off for the dojo\n  Sufferin' one to the dome [?] my composure\n  Circle and salt when I'm doin' the voodoo\n  And lightin' a candle and urn for the\n  And leavin' em all in the dirt\n  So niggas that take out they stomach and fill\n  Em with bullets, you know about puttin' in work\n  I'm never the one to be [lit in the car?] [?] feelin' the booster\n  [?] when off of Medusa\n  40 ounce and a Ruger,\n  Dumpin' on niggas that really don't wanna be fucked with\n  Hop out the model when off of the bottle and\n  Catch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket\n  Catch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket\n  My niggas will [brack em?] all to the brain\n  Look into they eyes and [happen?],\n  Watch how fast these niggas [?] when they encounter the flames\n  Burnin bodies like the ashes and urns,\n  I'm ready to learn why these niggas are sicker\n  Dumpin' with so much artillery,\n  Niggas they feelin' me when I be off of the liquor\n  Sick and the quicksand's gettin' thicker\n  And all the O.E. is just killin' my liver\n  So passionate for bein' [?] [mixin you?] with the wicked elixir\n  Hopin' you niggas is gettin' your fixer\n  Off of my shit cause I do be a savage\n  Meetin' your doom when you enter the room...\n  Black magic\n\n  Do you want to know black magic?\n  Where yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin up savine\n  And fuckin' with them psychos\n  And bustin' with the rifles\n  We niggas best sight no [What?!]\n  Muthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n  [?] like a habit\n  So come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n"},{"id":7712481,"name":"Smash","trackName":"Smash","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You come from around here\nIf you was raised a product to this thug life\nWhere the little niggas earn stripes boy\nRunning up and taking flight\nSick to the brain like Manson was\nDirty dancing with this strap in my drawers\nI doubt that you want it\nI'm popping on everything boy the fool is the law\nHow can you stop me\nI'm here to step them right back from the fences\nPlus I got a squad of niggas on my side\nThat'll send studs through your kitchen\nRed chucks, blue chucks it just don't matter\nFuck with anybody from the Nutt\nFactory and your brain will get splattered\n\"[???]\" like puzzles\nI'm a mongrel all in your jungle\nNow better yet I'm a beast\nMutated into the streets\nMonster that you now see\nSo understand there's no peace\nWhen you fucking with niggas that\nRising up out of they graves in they sleep\nNow close your eyes and don't peek\nCause we gonna start busting this heat\nAnd make you faggots retreat for thinking you fucking with me\nOr anybody in my circle\nWe off the gas while passing the purple\nWe keeping it street with no commercial\nWhy else they corny like Steven Urkel\n\nIs you gon' smash?\nI'ma pick up my gun and pop that nigga in the ass\nIs you gon' mash?\nI'm the type of nigga you don't even ask\nIs you gon' smash?\nMurder anybody in the middle of the night with the flash\nIgnited it off with the gas\n(For the niggas that wanna run up and get smashed)\n\nWell I'm the definition of a Nutt Factor\nSo you motherfuckers better recognize if you don't know\nI'm a guy from the deuce four\nAnd I move with the troops that'll shoot for the loose soul\nLace your boots I'm finna rape the\nBooth and demonstrate to you a true pro\nI think the time has come\nI'm finna find the gun\nAnd go hard as you motherfuckers choose\nI get loose\nLike a tire missing a lug nut cause I'm Nutty-Nut\nThe type of nigga that'll rip through\nYour brain just like my nigga Twisted Insane\nWe keeping it deep in the game so speak of my name get you fucked up\nRun over suckers like dump trucks\nMoving on shooters with nunchucks\nI'm established nigga\nFuck you faggot niggas on my nut sack\nCause you the type of nigga with the strap that ain't gon' bust back\nMy nigga fuck that\nI'ma get off and spit a harder round\nAnd get off the pound that I\nStripped him for as soon as I get to the town\nPeople get down\nMe and my little brother Face\nShoot for the face\nShoot for the blue laces\nBig homies fighting cases\nGave me the game nigga\nSo with the fame nigga\nCome respect everyday nigga\nMy name get bigger\nCause I'm a vet\n\nIs you gon' smash?\nI'ma pick up my gun and pop that nigga in the ass\nIs you gon' mash?\nI'm the type of nigga you don't even ask\nIs you gon' smash?\nMurder anybody in the middle of the night with the flash\nIgnited it off with the gas\n(For the niggas that wanna run up and get smashed)\n\nTake him to the dojo\nWhen I'm popping off a bullet for the\nPopping off a bullet for the brain\nCreep around the corner with niggas that really wanna\nRun up on a motherfucker popping off with those things\nAnd a nigga end up in his burial place\nPerpendicular perp\nI put the body all up in the dirt\nI hit em with venom\nI get up in em until I'm sending him\nTo the bottom of the middle of the earth\nAnd individuals that wanna hit him in the shirt\nJumping and pumping and chopping up the locked gate\nCause a nigga doing heavy when he putting in the work\nNot to mention the individual niggas that wanna pop bang\nGot them bodies jumping up because I'm popping off\nChopping em all up into itty bitty pieces\nOne for the gut\nOne for the arm\nOne for the throat\nTo a motherfucker hit him with it for his reasons\nNigga do you really want the heebie-jeebies\nPushing it on a nigga till he pushing up daisies\nAnd I think it's funny when niggas that really\nWant the money run up on a honey and a ho gon' pay me\nMotivated by the ladies\nBut not the ones working and carrying rabies\nAnd they gotta pay me daily\nCause niggas will try to knock your bitch and take the gravy\nBut I'm a bad motherfucker homie on the\nRilla I'm a killer in the middle of the night\nTaking at the gas and not that what's in the pack\nAnd will really throw you in the middle of the flight\nThrow a nigga head upon the ground down with the rocks\nWho can compete with these niggas that spit\nThese niggas start running when I get the\nBumping my gun because I've early been verbally vicious\n\nIs you gon' smash?\nI'ma pick up my gun and pop that nigga in the ass\nIs you gon' mash?\nI'm the type of nigga you don't even ask\nIs you gon' smash?\nMurder anybody in the middle of the night with the flash\nIgnited it off with the gas\n(For the niggas that wanna run up and get smashed)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smash\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You come from around here\n  If you was raised a product to this thug life\n  Where the little niggas earn stripes boy\n  Running up and taking flight\n  Sick to the brain like Manson was\n  Dirty dancing with this strap in my drawers\n  I doubt that you want it\n  I'm popping on everything boy the fool is the law\n  How can you stop me\n  I'm here to step them right back from the fences\n  Plus I got a squad of niggas on my side\n  That'll send studs through your kitchen\n  Red chucks, blue chucks it just don't matter\n  Fuck with anybody from the Nutt\n  Factory and your brain will get splattered\n  \"[???]\" like puzzles\n  I'm a mongrel all in your jungle\n  Now better yet I'm a beast\n  Mutated into the streets\n  Monster that you now see\n  So understand there's no peace\n  When you fucking with niggas that\n  Rising up out of they graves in they sleep\n  Now close your eyes and don't peek\n  Cause we gonna start busting this heat\n  And make you faggots retreat for thinking you fucking with me\n  Or anybody in my circle\n  We off the gas while passing the purple\n  We keeping it street with no commercial\n  Why else they corny like Steven Urkel\n\n  Is you gon' smash?\n  I'ma pick up my gun and pop that nigga in the ass\n  Is you gon' mash?\n  I'm the type of nigga you don't even ask\n  Is you gon' smash?\n  Murder anybody in the middle of the night with the flash\n  Ignited it off with the gas\n  (For the niggas that wanna run up and get smashed)\n\n  Well I'm the definition of a Nutt Factor\n  So you motherfuckers better recognize if you don't know\n  I'm a guy from the deuce four\n  And I move with the troops that'll shoot for the loose soul\n  Lace your boots I'm finna rape the\n  Booth and demonstrate to you a true pro\n  I think the time has come\n  I'm finna find the gun\n  And go hard as you motherfuckers choose\n  I get loose\n  Like a tire missing a lug nut cause I'm Nutty-Nut\n  The type of nigga that'll rip through\n  Your brain just like my nigga Twisted Insane\n  We keeping it deep in the game so speak of my name get you fucked up\n  Run over suckers like dump trucks\n  Moving on shooters with nunchucks\n  I'm established nigga\n  Fuck you faggot niggas on my nut sack\n  Cause you the type of nigga with the strap that ain't gon' bust back\n  My nigga fuck that\n  I'ma get off and spit a harder round\n  And get off the pound that I\n  Stripped him for as soon as I get to the town\n  People get down\n  Me and my little brother Face\n  Shoot for the face\n  Shoot for the blue laces\n  Big homies fighting cases\n  Gave me the game nigga\n  So with the fame nigga\n  Come respect everyday nigga\n  My name get bigger\n  Cause I'm a vet\n\n  Is you gon' smash?\n  I'ma pick up my gun and pop that nigga in the ass\n  Is you gon' mash?\n  I'm the type of nigga you don't even ask\n  Is you gon' smash?\n  Murder anybody in the middle of the night with the flash\n  Ignited it off with the gas\n  (For the niggas that wanna run up and get smashed)\n\n  Take him to the dojo\n  When I'm popping off a bullet for the\n  Popping off a bullet for the brain\n  Creep around the corner with niggas that really wanna\n  Run up on a motherfucker popping off with those things\n  And a nigga end up in his burial place\n  Perpendicular perp\n  I put the body all up in the dirt\n  I hit em with venom\n  I get up in em until I'm sending him\n  To the bottom of the middle of the earth\n  And individuals that wanna hit him in the shirt\n  Jumping and pumping and chopping up the locked gate\n  Cause a nigga doing heavy when he putting in the work\n  Not to mention the individual niggas that wanna pop bang\n  Got them bodies jumping up because I'm popping off\n  Chopping em all up into itty bitty pieces\n  One for the gut\n  One for the arm\n  One for the throat\n  To a motherfucker hit him with it for his reasons\n  Nigga do you really want the heebie-jeebies\n  Pushing it on a nigga till he pushing up daisies\n  And I think it's funny when niggas that really\n  Want the money run up on a honey and a ho gon' pay me\n  Motivated by the ladies\n  But not the ones working and carrying rabies\n  And they gotta pay me daily\n  Cause niggas will try to knock your bitch and take the gravy\n  But I'm a bad motherfucker homie on the\n  Rilla I'm a killer in the middle of the night\n  Taking at the gas and not that what's in the pack\n  And will really throw you in the middle of the flight\n  Throw a nigga head upon the ground down with the rocks\n  Who can compete with these niggas that spit\n  These niggas start running when I get the\n  Bumping my gun because I've early been verbally vicious\n\n  Is you gon' smash?\n  I'ma pick up my gun and pop that nigga in the ass\n  Is you gon' mash?\n  I'm the type of nigga you don't even ask\n  Is you gon' smash?\n  Murder anybody in the middle of the night with the flash\n  Ignited it off with the gas\n  (For the niggas that wanna run up and get smashed)\n"},{"id":7712443,"name":"Stompin In My Chuck T's","trackName":"Stompin In My Chuck T's","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shoot to kill\n(Nigga shoot to kill)\n\nAre you sick?\n\nWhy do you ask?\n\nYou look sick\n\nI am sick\n\nYou take medicine?\n\nThere is no medicine for what I have\n\nBustin' a slug got yo cranium split\nDumpin em at yo watermelon leavin' a nigga\nFucked up while his ass (runnin') like a felon\nIt ain't no game\nAnd a nigga name Insane\nI'm dumpin' em at yo fuckin' brain\nNever smokin' that cocaine\nI like to smoke the green\nAnd I'm off of the bomb weed that have you fucked\nWalkin' around stuntin' like zombies\nNigga [kanga?] hang ya\nFuckin' around when I jump a nigga\nFuckin' around when I \"[?]\" huh\nI ain't no joke nigga\nI like to smoke niggas leaving a nigga fucked up\n(Quite smoking on my roast nigga)\nIt's the way that I approach niggas\nThat make em a nervous wreck\nBetter hit what I'm smoking on nigga\nTo keep yo nerves in check\nUp in the way and the stomach having you vomit mucous \"[?]\"\nSuck on tampons, that's why these bitches think I'm Troy Louis\nI likes to fuck hoes booties\nYours truly Frankenstein\nDiggin' into yo beef curtains till you bleedin' from behind\nAnd I'm\n\nStompin in my chuck T's\n(Mmmm, mmm, yeah\nStompin In My Chuck T's (Nigga,\nThis motherfuckin' nigga trying to get my shit [prepared?] nigga)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (Every motherfuckin' day\nNigga I be stompin' in these motherfuckers, nigga)\nStompin In My Chuck T's\nIt ain't not game homie\nLet 'em know\nStompin In My Chuck T's\n\nNiggas thought that I meant nothing\nYou gotta know, know when to hold 'em,\nWhen to fold 'em and know when to bluff 'em\nIf you show \"[???]\" and you know you gotta dump 'em\nI track it, pack it,\nThen keep to the streets till you know you gotta bump 'em\nAny (body) one of you motherfuckers \"[thinks you ]\"\nHoldin' that assumption my body \"[?]\" a hoe \"[?]\" tell that bitch\nIf it ain't daily, it ain't maybe, it ain't nothing\nFrom the \"[?]\" table\nNiggas wanna wage war and threaten \"[?]\" this kitchen\nBut see I ain't sweatin' this pots in this kitchen but few can chef it\nSpit lyrics and a few can test it I jot the lyrics that a few contest\nGame on your side I just came for your stride\nFuckin' got it nigga\nRun with it\nI got something your monkey ass want nigga\nCome get it\nTryna do dat, nigga I done did it (done did it)\nGet wigs split\n\nStompin In My Chuck T's\n(What these motherfuckers don't understand\nNigga is you've been...) Stompin In My Chuck T's\n(We'll mash on you homie you you know what I'm\nSaying we'll fuck you up nigga) Stompin In My Chuck T's\n(When you bleed nigga no remorse no remorse when we\nBust no remorse when we \"[?]\") Stompin In My Chuck T's\n(San Diego, California riders nigga)\nStompin In My Chuck T's\n\nBustn' at niggas with the heat and rocker\nKnockin' 'em off they pedestool my shit is sick\nLeavin' yo nuts cooked like vegetables\nHoppin' a moment a \"[?]\" with the AK\nLeavin' a niggas wife screamin' (my babay my babay?)\nThat's what you say when I was cold on the night train\nFuckin' em up eating bloody duck-like Chinese man\nAnd you really do not wanna run up on a real monster\nUp in the cut like I'm Chewbaccah\nStickin' a dick up in they \"[?]\"\nCreepin' through the dark\nWith a mini MAC-10 and straps galore\nYou think you're packing heat but because I'm packing more\nCause I'm the one that \"[?\n]\" run up on niggas and hit em with\n\"[?]\" watch a nigga while I play the fiddle\nI got a fuckin' riddle for the one that asked the question\nHe was a man, but that night he felt like an adolescent\nCause niggas get they brain split off in the brainsick\nQuit talking your \"[?]\" bitch and just pay this\nAnd I was\n\n(Hook: Twisted Insane)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (mmm)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (nigga we do this\nMotherfucking shit every day nigga, daily)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (Stompin in\nMy motherfuckin green Chuck T's nigga)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (It ain't\nNo, It ain't no game nigga let 'em know)\nStompin In My Chuck T's","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shoot to kill\n  (Nigga shoot to kill)\n\n  Are you sick?\n\n  Why do you ask?\n\n  You look sick\n\n  I am sick\n\n  You take medicine?\n\n  There is no medicine for what I have\n\n  Bustin' a slug got yo cranium split\n  Dumpin em at yo watermelon leavin' a nigga\n  Fucked up while his ass (runnin') like a felon\n  It ain't no game\n  And a nigga name Insane\n  I'm dumpin' em at yo fuckin' brain\n  Never smokin' that cocaine\n  I like to smoke the green\n  And I'm off of the bomb weed that have you fucked\n  Walkin' around stuntin' like zombies\n  Nigga [kanga?] hang ya\n  Fuckin' around when I jump a nigga\n  Fuckin' around when I \"[?]\" huh\n  I ain't no joke nigga\n  I like to smoke niggas leaving a nigga fucked up\n  (Quite smoking on my roast nigga)\n  It's the way that I approach niggas\n  That make em a nervous wreck\n  Better hit what I'm smoking on nigga\n  To keep yo nerves in check\n  Up in the way and the stomach having you vomit mucous \"[?]\"\n  Suck on tampons, that's why these bitches think I'm Troy Louis\n  I likes to fuck hoes booties\n  Yours truly Frankenstein\n  Diggin' into yo beef curtains till you bleedin' from behind\n  And I'm\n\n  Stompin in my chuck T's\n  (Mmmm, mmm, yeah\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (Nigga,\n  This motherfuckin' nigga trying to get my shit [prepared?] nigga)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (Every motherfuckin' day\n  Nigga I be stompin' in these motherfuckers, nigga)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  It ain't not game homie\n  Let 'em know\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n\n  Niggas thought that I meant nothing\n  You gotta know, know when to hold 'em,\n  When to fold 'em and know when to bluff 'em\n  If you show \"[???]\" and you know you gotta dump 'em\n  I track it, pack it,\n  Then keep to the streets till you know you gotta bump 'em\n  Any (body) one of you motherfuckers \"[thinks you ]\"\n  Holdin' that assumption my body \"[?]\" a hoe \"[?]\" tell that bitch\n  If it ain't daily, it ain't maybe, it ain't nothing\n  From the \"[?]\" table\n  Niggas wanna wage war and threaten \"[?]\" this kitchen\n  But see I ain't sweatin' this pots in this kitchen but few can chef it\n  Spit lyrics and a few can test it I jot the lyrics that a few contest\n  Game on your side I just came for your stride\n  Fuckin' got it nigga\n  Run with it\n  I got something your monkey ass want nigga\n  Come get it\n  Tryna do dat, nigga I done did it (done did it)\n  Get wigs split\n\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  (What these motherfuckers don't understand\n  Nigga is you've been...) Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  (We'll mash on you homie you you know what I'm\n  Saying we'll fuck you up nigga) Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  (When you bleed nigga no remorse no remorse when we\n  Bust no remorse when we \"[?]\") Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  (San Diego, California riders nigga)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n\n  Bustn' at niggas with the heat and rocker\n  Knockin' 'em off they pedestool my shit is sick\n  Leavin' yo nuts cooked like vegetables\n  Hoppin' a moment a \"[?]\" with the AK\n  Leavin' a niggas wife screamin' (my babay my babay?)\n  That's what you say when I was cold on the night train\n  Fuckin' em up eating bloody duck-like Chinese man\n  And you really do not wanna run up on a real monster\n  Up in the cut like I'm Chewbaccah\n  Stickin' a dick up in they \"[?]\"\n  Creepin' through the dark\n  With a mini MAC-10 and straps galore\n  You think you're packing heat but because I'm packing more\n  Cause I'm the one that \"[?\n  ]\" run up on niggas and hit em with\n  \"[?]\" watch a nigga while I play the fiddle\n  I got a fuckin' riddle for the one that asked the question\n  He was a man, but that night he felt like an adolescent\n  Cause niggas get they brain split off in the brainsick\n  Quit talking your \"[?]\" bitch and just pay this\n  And I was\n\n  (Hook: Twisted Insane)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (mmm)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (nigga we do this\n  Motherfucking shit every day nigga, daily)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (Stompin in\n  My motherfuckin green Chuck T's nigga)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (It ain't\n  No, It ain't no game nigga let 'em know)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n"},{"id":6255815,"name":"Black Magic (feat. Catmandu)","trackName":"Black Magic (feat. Catmandu)","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That motherfuckin' bitch was off the hook too\n(Car starts and radio plays)\nHurry up and roll that\nMotherfuckin' blunt nigga before the police come\nLast time it was just real\n\nMmmhmm\nThey knew I had...\nThey knew I had that heat huh\nMy shit was right by me\nHand me that motherfuckin' blunt\nThis motherfucka', I gotta dry this bitch first\n\nParanoia!\nDissin' my body with flames, coat this ice\nHomie, ya better be ready for war\nWhen walkin' down the street at night n'\nReady with hand on the gauge\nFor niggas that run up or wanna get diesel\nRun up on me, there is no sequel\nMotherfucker, the bullet will meet you\nTo bury your body in river for niggas that run up and got gatz\nStop that!\nHomie, because we all know where you been shot at\nThis nigga wanna get down\nHeck, my niggas wanna get down too!\nRun up on us and kick up dust\nWatchin' how fast we clowned you\n[?] a 40 ounce bottle while feelin' that ganja\nLucifer turn on my demons to make me do\nEverything, even if choppin' off nostrils\nI walk in the do'\nLook for the money, for penny, then hurry and sell\nYou niggas,\nYa better be ready and lose the first penny just because of the smell\nNigga be walkin' through Hell\nHead for this murder and keepin' the death\nPut one in ya [nut?] when I'm bussin' my tech,\nWith the tech and get off of the set\nThis ain't the right flow...\nFor niggas that really don't wanna be bussin'\nStep over homie,\nWe feel that we differ, we on a mission, nigga no discussion\n\nDo you want to know black magic?\nWhere yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin' up savine\nAnd fuckin' with them psychos\nAnd bustin' with the rifles\nWe niggas best sight no [What?!]\nMuthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n[?] like a habit\nSo come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n\nIt had happened one Saturday night,\nI was mobbin' like a muthafucka',\nDown in [sick and the loony?] street\nSmokin' on some hydroponic trees\nMe and my [peep?] was plottin' on a come up\nImma burn somethin' like a skinny ho, can't cook in the mornin'\nIf you sleepin, we creepin'\nGivin' niggas dirt naps\nI'm hurtin', for certain\nAnd homie you don't wanna see\n187, don't listen to eleven\n[?] nigga's pockets and king-sized mantles n'\nShit's gettin' funky like them [?] [clumps?] flattenin'\nCouldn't clean like a surgeon, make you bloody like a virgin\nOnly God can judge me and I'm wonderin' will I ever see [Pac?] again,\nI'm livin' [straight?\n] For this life and I know I'm gonna murder somethin'\nTwisted Insane got the gauge, gon' pop somethin'\nIf this [night?] go good, homie we gon' cop somethin'\nBreak it down, bag it up,\nAnd hit the block all in the same night,\nThis black magic'll have you seein' lights\n\nDo you want to know black magic?\nWhere yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin up savine\nAnd fuckin' with them psychos\nAnd bustin' with the rifles\nWe niggas best sight no [What?!]\nMuthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n[?] like a habit\nSo come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n\nOne off for the dojo\nSufferin' one to the dome [?] my composure\nCircle and salt when I'm doin' the voodoo\nAnd lightin' a candle and urn for the\nAnd leavin' em all in the dirt\nSo niggas that take out they stomach and fill\nEm with bullets, you know about puttin' in work\nI'm never the one to be [lit in the car?] [?] feelin' the booster\n[?] when off of Medusa\n40 ounce and a Ruger,\nDumpin' on niggas that really don't wanna be fucked with\nHop out the model when off of the bottle and\nCatch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket\nCatch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket\nMy niggas will [brack em?] all to the brain\nLook into they eyes and [happen?],\nWatch how fast these niggas [?] when they encounter the flames\nBurnin bodies like the ashes and urns,\nI'm ready to learn why these niggas are sicker\nDumpin' with so much artillery,\nNiggas they feelin' me when I be off of the liquor\nSick and the quicksand's gettin' thicker\nAnd all the O.E. is just killin' my liver\nSo passionate for bein' [?] [mixin you?] with the wicked elixir\nHopin' you niggas is gettin' your fixer\nOff of my shit cause I do be a savage\nMeetin' your doom when you enter the room...\nBlack magic\n\nDo you want to know black magic?\nWhere yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin up savine\nAnd fuckin' with them psychos\nAnd bustin' with the rifles\nWe niggas best sight no [What?!]\nMuthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n[?] like a habit\nSo come into my room and let me teach you black magic","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Magic (feat. Catmandu)\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  That motherfuckin' bitch was off the hook too\n  (Car starts and radio plays)\n  Hurry up and roll that\n  Motherfuckin' blunt nigga before the police come\n  Last time it was just real\n\n  Mmmhmm\n  They knew I had...\n  They knew I had that heat huh\n  My shit was right by me\n  Hand me that motherfuckin' blunt\n  This motherfucka', I gotta dry this bitch first\n\n  Paranoia!\n  Dissin' my body with flames, coat this ice\n  Homie, ya better be ready for war\n  When walkin' down the street at night n'\n  Ready with hand on the gauge\n  For niggas that run up or wanna get diesel\n  Run up on me, there is no sequel\n  Motherfucker, the bullet will meet you\n  To bury your body in river for niggas that run up and got gatz\n  Stop that!\n  Homie, because we all know where you been shot at\n  This nigga wanna get down\n  Heck, my niggas wanna get down too!\n  Run up on us and kick up dust\n  Watchin' how fast we clowned you\n  [?] a 40 ounce bottle while feelin' that ganja\n  Lucifer turn on my demons to make me do\n  Everything, even if choppin' off nostrils\n  I walk in the do'\n  Look for the money, for penny, then hurry and sell\n  You niggas,\n  Ya better be ready and lose the first penny just because of the smell\n  Nigga be walkin' through Hell\n  Head for this murder and keepin' the death\n  Put one in ya [nut?] when I'm bussin' my tech,\n  With the tech and get off of the set\n  This ain't the right flow...\n  For niggas that really don't wanna be bussin'\n  Step over homie,\n  We feel that we differ, we on a mission, nigga no discussion\n\n  Do you want to know black magic?\n  Where yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin' up savine\n  And fuckin' with them psychos\n  And bustin' with the rifles\n  We niggas best sight no [What?!]\n  Muthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n  [?] like a habit\n  So come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n\n  It had happened one Saturday night,\n  I was mobbin' like a muthafucka',\n  Down in [sick and the loony?] street\n  Smokin' on some hydroponic trees\n  Me and my [peep?] was plottin' on a come up\n  Imma burn somethin' like a skinny ho, can't cook in the mornin'\n  If you sleepin, we creepin'\n  Givin' niggas dirt naps\n  I'm hurtin', for certain\n  And homie you don't wanna see\n  187, don't listen to eleven\n  [?] nigga's pockets and king-sized mantles n'\n  Shit's gettin' funky like them [?] [clumps?] flattenin'\n  Couldn't clean like a surgeon, make you bloody like a virgin\n  Only God can judge me and I'm wonderin' will I ever see [Pac?] again,\n  I'm livin' [straight?\n  ] For this life and I know I'm gonna murder somethin'\n  Twisted Insane got the gauge, gon' pop somethin'\n  If this [night?] go good, homie we gon' cop somethin'\n  Break it down, bag it up,\n  And hit the block all in the same night,\n  This black magic'll have you seein' lights\n\n  Do you want to know black magic?\n  Where yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin up savine\n  And fuckin' with them psychos\n  And bustin' with the rifles\n  We niggas best sight no [What?!]\n  Muthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n  [?] like a habit\n  So come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n\n  One off for the dojo\n  Sufferin' one to the dome [?] my composure\n  Circle and salt when I'm doin' the voodoo\n  And lightin' a candle and urn for the\n  And leavin' em all in the dirt\n  So niggas that take out they stomach and fill\n  Em with bullets, you know about puttin' in work\n  I'm never the one to be [lit in the car?] [?] feelin' the booster\n  [?] when off of Medusa\n  40 ounce and a Ruger,\n  Dumpin' on niggas that really don't wanna be fucked with\n  Hop out the model when off of the bottle and\n  Catch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket\n  Catch ya slippin' right in front of ya bucket\n  My niggas will [brack em?] all to the brain\n  Look into they eyes and [happen?],\n  Watch how fast these niggas [?] when they encounter the flames\n  Burnin bodies like the ashes and urns,\n  I'm ready to learn why these niggas are sicker\n  Dumpin' with so much artillery,\n  Niggas they feelin' me when I be off of the liquor\n  Sick and the quicksand's gettin' thicker\n  And all the O.E. is just killin' my liver\n  So passionate for bein' [?] [mixin you?] with the wicked elixir\n  Hopin' you niggas is gettin' your fixer\n  Off of my shit cause I do be a savage\n  Meetin' your doom when you enter the room...\n  Black magic\n\n  Do you want to know black magic?\n  Where yo ass can get smashed fo' pickin up savine\n  And fuckin' with them psychos\n  And bustin' with the rifles\n  We niggas best sight no [What?!]\n  Muthafuckas you ain't never seen me before you hit the do'\n  [?] like a habit\n  So come into my room and let me teach you black magic\n"},{"id":6255819,"name":"Stompin in My Chuck T's (feat. Guaran T)","trackName":"Stompin in My Chuck T's (feat. Guaran T)","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shoot to kill\n(Nigga shoot to kill)\n\nAre you sick?\n\nWhy do you ask?\n\nYou look sick\n\nI am sick\n\nYou take medicine?\n\nThere is no medicine for what I have\n\nBustin' a slug got yo cranium split\nDumpin em at yo watermelon leavin' a nigga\nFucked up while his ass (runnin') like a felon\nIt ain't no game\nAnd a nigga name Insane\nI'm dumpin' em at yo fuckin' brain\nNever smokin' that cocaine\nI like to smoke the green\nAnd I'm off of the bomb weed that have you fucked\nWalkin' around stuntin' like zombies\nNigga [kanga?] hang ya\nFuckin' around when I jump a nigga\nFuckin' around when I \"[?]\" huh\nI ain't no joke nigga\nI like to smoke niggas leaving a nigga fucked up\n(Quite smoking on my roast nigga)\nIt's the way that I approach niggas\nThat make em a nervous wreck\nBetter hit what I'm smoking on nigga\nTo keep yo nerves in check\nUp in the way and the stomach having you vomit mucous \"[?]\"\nSuck on tampons, that's why these bitches think I'm Troy Louis\nI likes to fuck hoes booties\nYours truly Frankenstein\nDiggin' into yo beef curtains till you bleedin' from behind\nAnd I'm\n\nStompin in my chuck T's\n(Mmmm, mmm, yeah\nStompin In My Chuck T's (Nigga,\nThis motherfuckin' nigga trying to get my shit [prepared?] nigga)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (Every motherfuckin' day\nNigga I be stompin' in these motherfuckers, nigga)\nStompin In My Chuck T's\nIt ain't not game homie\nLet 'em know\nStompin In My Chuck T's\n\nNiggas thought that I meant nothing\nYou gotta know, know when to hold 'em,\nWhen to fold 'em and know when to bluff 'em\nIf you show \"[???]\" and you know you gotta dump 'em\nI track it, pack it,\nThen keep to the streets till you know you gotta bump 'em\nAny (body) one of you motherfuckers \"[thinks you ]\"\nHoldin' that assumption my body \"[?]\" a hoe \"[?]\" tell that bitch\nIf it ain't daily, it ain't maybe, it ain't nothing\nFrom the \"[?]\" table\nNiggas wanna wage war and threaten \"[?]\" this kitchen\nBut see I ain't sweatin' this pots in this kitchen but few can chef it\nSpit lyrics and a few can test it I jot the lyrics that a few contest\nGame on your side I just came for your stride\nFuckin' got it nigga\nRun with it\nI got something your monkey ass want nigga\nCome get it\nTryna do dat, nigga I done did it (done did it)\nGet wigs split\n\nStompin In My Chuck T's\n(What these motherfuckers don't understand\nNigga is you've been...) Stompin In My Chuck T's\n(We'll mash on you homie you you know what I'm\nSaying we'll fuck you up nigga) Stompin In My Chuck T's\n(When you bleed nigga no remorse no remorse when we\nBust no remorse when we \"[?]\") Stompin In My Chuck T's\n(San Diego, California riders nigga)\nStompin In My Chuck T's\n\nBustn' at niggas with the heat and rocker\nKnockin' 'em off they pedestool my shit is sick\nLeavin' yo nuts cooked like vegetables\nHoppin' a moment a \"[?]\" with the AK\nLeavin' a niggas wife screamin' (my babay my babay?)\nThat's what you say when I was cold on the night train\nFuckin' em up eating bloody duck-like Chinese man\nAnd you really do not wanna run up on a real monster\nUp in the cut like I'm Chewbaccah\nStickin' a dick up in they \"[?]\"\nCreepin' through the dark\nWith a mini MAC-10 and straps galore\nYou think you're packing heat but because I'm packing more\nCause I'm the one that \"[?\n]\" run up on niggas and hit em with\n\"[?]\" watch a nigga while I play the fiddle\nI got a fuckin' riddle for the one that asked the question\nHe was a man, but that night he felt like an adolescent\nCause niggas get they brain split off in the brainsick\nQuit talking your \"[?]\" bitch and just pay this\nAnd I was\n\n(Hook: Twisted Insane)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (mmm)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (nigga we do this\nMotherfucking shit every day nigga, daily)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (Stompin in\nMy motherfuckin green Chuck T's nigga)\nStompin In My Chuck T's (It ain't\nNo, It ain't no game nigga let 'em know)\nStompin In My Chuck T's","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stompin in My Chuck T's (feat. Guaran T)\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shoot to kill\n  (Nigga shoot to kill)\n\n  Are you sick?\n\n  Why do you ask?\n\n  You look sick\n\n  I am sick\n\n  You take medicine?\n\n  There is no medicine for what I have\n\n  Bustin' a slug got yo cranium split\n  Dumpin em at yo watermelon leavin' a nigga\n  Fucked up while his ass (runnin') like a felon\n  It ain't no game\n  And a nigga name Insane\n  I'm dumpin' em at yo fuckin' brain\n  Never smokin' that cocaine\n  I like to smoke the green\n  And I'm off of the bomb weed that have you fucked\n  Walkin' around stuntin' like zombies\n  Nigga [kanga?] hang ya\n  Fuckin' around when I jump a nigga\n  Fuckin' around when I \"[?]\" huh\n  I ain't no joke nigga\n  I like to smoke niggas leaving a nigga fucked up\n  (Quite smoking on my roast nigga)\n  It's the way that I approach niggas\n  That make em a nervous wreck\n  Better hit what I'm smoking on nigga\n  To keep yo nerves in check\n  Up in the way and the stomach having you vomit mucous \"[?]\"\n  Suck on tampons, that's why these bitches think I'm Troy Louis\n  I likes to fuck hoes booties\n  Yours truly Frankenstein\n  Diggin' into yo beef curtains till you bleedin' from behind\n  And I'm\n\n  Stompin in my chuck T's\n  (Mmmm, mmm, yeah\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (Nigga,\n  This motherfuckin' nigga trying to get my shit [prepared?] nigga)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (Every motherfuckin' day\n  Nigga I be stompin' in these motherfuckers, nigga)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  It ain't not game homie\n  Let 'em know\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n\n  Niggas thought that I meant nothing\n  You gotta know, know when to hold 'em,\n  When to fold 'em and know when to bluff 'em\n  If you show \"[???]\" and you know you gotta dump 'em\n  I track it, pack it,\n  Then keep to the streets till you know you gotta bump 'em\n  Any (body) one of you motherfuckers \"[thinks you ]\"\n  Holdin' that assumption my body \"[?]\" a hoe \"[?]\" tell that bitch\n  If it ain't daily, it ain't maybe, it ain't nothing\n  From the \"[?]\" table\n  Niggas wanna wage war and threaten \"[?]\" this kitchen\n  But see I ain't sweatin' this pots in this kitchen but few can chef it\n  Spit lyrics and a few can test it I jot the lyrics that a few contest\n  Game on your side I just came for your stride\n  Fuckin' got it nigga\n  Run with it\n  I got something your monkey ass want nigga\n  Come get it\n  Tryna do dat, nigga I done did it (done did it)\n  Get wigs split\n\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  (What these motherfuckers don't understand\n  Nigga is you've been...) Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  (We'll mash on you homie you you know what I'm\n  Saying we'll fuck you up nigga) Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  (When you bleed nigga no remorse no remorse when we\n  Bust no remorse when we \"[?]\") Stompin In My Chuck T's\n  (San Diego, California riders nigga)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n\n  Bustn' at niggas with the heat and rocker\n  Knockin' 'em off they pedestool my shit is sick\n  Leavin' yo nuts cooked like vegetables\n  Hoppin' a moment a \"[?]\" with the AK\n  Leavin' a niggas wife screamin' (my babay my babay?)\n  That's what you say when I was cold on the night train\n  Fuckin' em up eating bloody duck-like Chinese man\n  And you really do not wanna run up on a real monster\n  Up in the cut like I'm Chewbaccah\n  Stickin' a dick up in they \"[?]\"\n  Creepin' through the dark\n  With a mini MAC-10 and straps galore\n  You think you're packing heat but because I'm packing more\n  Cause I'm the one that \"[?\n  ]\" run up on niggas and hit em with\n  \"[?]\" watch a nigga while I play the fiddle\n  I got a fuckin' riddle for the one that asked the question\n  He was a man, but that night he felt like an adolescent\n  Cause niggas get they brain split off in the brainsick\n  Quit talking your \"[?]\" bitch and just pay this\n  And I was\n\n  (Hook: Twisted Insane)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (mmm)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (nigga we do this\n  Motherfucking shit every day nigga, daily)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (Stompin in\n  My motherfuckin green Chuck T's nigga)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's (It ain't\n  No, It ain't no game nigga let 'em know)\n  Stompin In My Chuck T's\n"},{"id":6255836,"name":"Work","trackName":"Work","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Get to work bitch\nGet on the track ho\nAnd don't come back until you got the nigga dough\nI know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\nI know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!)\n\nI was walkin' down the street with\nThat bitch we was out to get\nShe slept in \"[?]\" and sucking on dicks licking on in \"[?]\"\nI once told that bitch to look out\nFor tricks who just want to get fleas\nNow that bitch is going to grab all she can and get all the money\n(Yes, I'm the shit)\nWhen I walk up in the do' these hoes stare at me (who that nigga?)\nYou think I was gonna [magic wand?] now why they glare at me\nBut I really wasted naked from the get-go but I hone a gang banger\nWith dreams to have a 6-4 (whoop)\nThen I really wasn't pimpin I'm not one bitch\nSee I was just fuckin' every bitch, way mo' than one bitch (hmm)\nHere rappin' on a broken as karaoke jackin' off and bangin'\nSlangin on Second Shinobi\nThen I met my first one\nShe was like my first gun\nBut time goes by and eventually you meet yo worst one\nShe was a groupie bitch lovin' a niggas music right (okay)\nHe said I could pimp the bitch only if your finna get \"[?]\" right\nTook her to the corner and told her to \"make it happen\"\nKeep doin' this shit bitch\nAnd I keep doin the rappin'\nCause you gonna have a really good night\nAnd you're gonna go to work tonight right? (hahaha)\n\nGet to work bitch\nGet on the track ho\nAnd don't come back until you got the nigga dough\nI know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\nI know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!)\n\nGet to work bitch\nGet to work ho\nAnd don't come back until you got the nigga dough\nI know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\nI know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!)\n\nNow this bitch is pregnant\nWhat's up a [niggas?] kid it ain't mine\nI am sick of all this mommas big boy and all this god damn crying\nI am not the one to get his pacifier when he just tripped\nI just wish that you would hurry the\nFuck up and make him shut it (that's my kid)\nSo remember that shit when he got a dirty diaper\nSo the next time that mothafucker needs his pacifier\nLight a fire\nThat niggas crazy light his ass on fire\nAnd have him runnin' around the streets like he was rich and prior\n\nI don't wanna see these veins\nHow 'bout this car seat\nPick up this fuckin' swingy\nCause I'm remembering about that last shit\nAnd I'm remembering about that last kid\nThat wasn't my flesh\nIt wasn't my blood\nI'm quick to take a test\nI'm \"[?]\" hold up\nAnd bitch you know what\nI need a million off ya\nNigga ya know what\nI'm making billions off of\nGotta get the right one on ya, team and just hit the corna'\nAnd I guarantee you I just see a supply bury \"[?]\"\nCause you gonna have a really good night\nAnd you gonna go to work tonight right? (hahaha)\n\nGet to work bitch\nGet on the track ho\nAnd don't come back until you got the nigga dough\nI know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\nI know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!)\n\nGet to work bitch\nGet to work ho\nAnd don't come back until you got the nigga dough\nI know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\nI know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!) (hahaha)\n\nYeah that\nAnd I owe it all to a bitch nigga\nI'm here to live off these hoes nigga\nI was born to be a mothafuckin pimp nigga\nI was born to send a mothafucker\nI sent a bitch nigga\nI send 'em every night nigga\nI was born for this shit nigga\nI live off a bitch\nYou know what I'm sayin'\nNo matter what you or no matter what they motherfuckin wanna believe\nI live off of 'em you know what I'm sayin'\nI feed off of these mothafuckers\nThey supply this nigga, they supply that nigga\nReal pimp shit nigga\nDon't be runnin' around talkin' 'bout you\nRent but you ain't finish shit nigga\nYou ain't shit nigga you ain't no\nMotherfuckin pimp if you ain't sending bitch's nigga\nThat's real nigga, send that ho nigga\nI said \"send that ho nigga don't you be falling\nIn love nigga wanna love a dub\" fuck that nigga!\nSend that bitch\n(Brainsick)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Work\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Get to work bitch\n  Get on the track ho\n  And don't come back until you got the nigga dough\n  I know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\n  I know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!)\n\n  I was walkin' down the street with\n  That bitch we was out to get\n  She slept in \"[?]\" and sucking on dicks licking on in \"[?]\"\n  I once told that bitch to look out\n  For tricks who just want to get fleas\n  Now that bitch is going to grab all she can and get all the money\n  (Yes, I'm the shit)\n  When I walk up in the do' these hoes stare at me (who that nigga?)\n  You think I was gonna [magic wand?] now why they glare at me\n  But I really wasted naked from the get-go but I hone a gang banger\n  With dreams to have a 6-4 (whoop)\n  Then I really wasn't pimpin I'm not one bitch\n  See I was just fuckin' every bitch, way mo' than one bitch (hmm)\n  Here rappin' on a broken as karaoke jackin' off and bangin'\n  Slangin on Second Shinobi\n  Then I met my first one\n  She was like my first gun\n  But time goes by and eventually you meet yo worst one\n  She was a groupie bitch lovin' a niggas music right (okay)\n  He said I could pimp the bitch only if your finna get \"[?]\" right\n  Took her to the corner and told her to \"make it happen\"\n  Keep doin' this shit bitch\n  And I keep doin the rappin'\n  Cause you gonna have a really good night\n  And you're gonna go to work tonight right? (hahaha)\n\n  Get to work bitch\n  Get on the track ho\n  And don't come back until you got the nigga dough\n  I know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\n  I know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!)\n\n  Get to work bitch\n  Get to work ho\n  And don't come back until you got the nigga dough\n  I know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\n  I know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!)\n\n  Now this bitch is pregnant\n  What's up a [niggas?] kid it ain't mine\n  I am sick of all this mommas big boy and all this god damn crying\n  I am not the one to get his pacifier when he just tripped\n  I just wish that you would hurry the\n  Fuck up and make him shut it (that's my kid)\n  So remember that shit when he got a dirty diaper\n  So the next time that mothafucker needs his pacifier\n  Light a fire\n  That niggas crazy light his ass on fire\n  And have him runnin' around the streets like he was rich and prior\n\n  I don't wanna see these veins\n  How 'bout this car seat\n  Pick up this fuckin' swingy\n  Cause I'm remembering about that last shit\n  And I'm remembering about that last kid\n  That wasn't my flesh\n  It wasn't my blood\n  I'm quick to take a test\n  I'm \"[?]\" hold up\n  And bitch you know what\n  I need a million off ya\n  Nigga ya know what\n  I'm making billions off of\n  Gotta get the right one on ya, team and just hit the corna'\n  And I guarantee you I just see a supply bury \"[?]\"\n  Cause you gonna have a really good night\n  And you gonna go to work tonight right? (hahaha)\n\n  Get to work bitch\n  Get on the track ho\n  And don't come back until you got the nigga dough\n  I know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\n  I know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!)\n\n  Get to work bitch\n  Get to work ho\n  And don't come back until you got the nigga dough\n  I know you want to get down with the...(brainsick!)\n  I know you want to get around with the...(brainsick!) (hahaha)\n\n  Yeah that\n  And I owe it all to a bitch nigga\n  I'm here to live off these hoes nigga\n  I was born to be a mothafuckin pimp nigga\n  I was born to send a mothafucker\n  I sent a bitch nigga\n  I send 'em every night nigga\n  I was born for this shit nigga\n  I live off a bitch\n  You know what I'm sayin'\n  No matter what you or no matter what they motherfuckin wanna believe\n  I live off of 'em you know what I'm sayin'\n  I feed off of these mothafuckers\n  They supply this nigga, they supply that nigga\n  Real pimp shit nigga\n  Don't be runnin' around talkin' 'bout you\n  Rent but you ain't finish shit nigga\n  You ain't shit nigga you ain't no\n  Motherfuckin pimp if you ain't sending bitch's nigga\n  That's real nigga, send that ho nigga\n  I said \"send that ho nigga don't you be falling\n  In love nigga wanna love a dub\" fuck that nigga!\n  Send that bitch\n  (Brainsick)\n"},{"id":6255821,"name":"The Dookie Monster","trackName":"The Dookie Monster","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nIt's about that time nigga\nMmhmm\nGive me my weed\nGive me my strap\nWest Craven, you did this nigga?\nThis heat uh\nI like that shit homie, that's heat\nCheck it out...\n\nI bet you never knew you were fuckin' with a psycho bitch\nHit em wit venom and rip a nigga at his jaw\nHit em wit venom and sock a nigga in his jaw\n'For the nigga even knew what the fuck he saw\nI bet you thought I was perverted...\nBecause I dig up in the booty and I made the pussy leak\nI never thought the ho squirted...\nUntil I [licked?] up in the pussy and\nCreep with a motherfucka wanna be [bailin?],\nUp in the liquor store to get a 40 bottle of the SHIYAT!\nNiggas wanna trip,\nIs when I pop open the clip and leave a\nMotherfucker reloadin'\nMmmm...\nI don't give a fuck about the shoot em up show or the [knife?] show\nIm a killa' fo' realla',\nI eat [a motha Godzilla?] but Imma eat a nigga brains like a psycho\nBitch I'm like no\nSickest nigga that you ever did seen\nYou never lookin at me,\nLike a nigga was me you never thought\nThat you would meet a brainsick fiend\nShit up in the bitch's mouth and then\nI get a \"[?]\" because I [?] on contact\nWhen I got up in the house,\nI had my balls in her mouth like please don't choke, use a\nYou could be my comrad...\nAnd we could do it everyday until the\nMiddle of the Summer when the shit gets deep\nAnd the shit gets deep...\nWhen I really be up on the creep,\nThe shit gets deep when the pussy leak\nIn between the sheets...\nI would stick it up in the hole until the bitch was psycho\nAnd tried to use her teeth...\nOn my dick, so I hit a switch and got that rifle\nStuck it in her butt, then blow booty chunks all over the wall,\nI admit that I was drunk, but goddamn couldn't get rid of the funk\nSo I had to get up out that motherfucker,\nRun across the street to McDonalds where I grabbed me a double cheese\nCause I only had a boodle in my pocket and the\nBitch behind the counter had a pair of some double D's\nNow bitch you can smother these...\nWhen I get up in the booty in the middle of the late night hour\nAnd I dig up in the pussy till I get so\nSweaty that I just have to get in the shower\nAnd I devour...\nTill the pussy goes sour\nI show em I got the power and nobody cower\nWith the heat on my waist,\nIn your face, you will get showered\n\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nHere he comes creeping through the daark...\nHere he comes creeping through the daaaark...\n\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nThrough the dark with...\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with...\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n\nI spit it for the streets and my hopeless duds\nBroke from friends and things [?] [if these?] niggas is drunk\nMy teeth on the block from the .38 snub\nTears in his eyes cuz it ain't no\nYeah [I'm?] tryna get me cause [?]\nIn the street with the Crips and the Bloods\nAnd it ain't gon' stop like hands in the clock\nDetails, tryna run up on the block\nFuck sittin' around, Imma slay my watch\nWith a Glock 9, niggas [?]\n[?] and I got mine\nCatch em in the hood,\nSlippin' on the stock fund, niggas [?] betta' watch your time\n[?] tank, and this ain't no game,\nNiggas playin' in the streets, yes, real life shit\nUsed to be my homie, but now you a bitch\nFuck catch a fade, Imma empty the clip\nWhat you put it on when I hit em with the click?\nNiggas doin' life hit you under your [?]\nNiggas turnin' your rag and get a bag\n[?] break yo ass\nPut holes in ya face like a Jason Mask\nYeah nigga\nThese niggas ain't ready for this shit\nSome of that...\nUnderground, top secret, ya know what I'm sayin'?\n, Ya know what I'm sayin'?\nSome of that vibing music, nigga, some of that sick shit nigga\n\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nHere he comes creeping through the daark...\nHere he comes creeping through the daaaark...\n\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nThrough the dark with...\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with...\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n\nPissin' the blood from out the nigga dick,\nA motherfucker trippin'\n40 bottle [?] a sip\nAnd find a nigga naked when I'm rubbin' on those tits\nAnd ever-y-body wanna be known for the brainsick\nHit em on the realla, when I [empty on?] the clip\nTwo for the brain, the rest of em for the [?]\nI'm dumpin' out the window when I hit em on the hip\nNobody can run away from what [?] sick\nI'm choppin' all the bodies into itty bitty bits\nBut you gotta get when you gotta get, so I gotta get... [?]\nMove into the park and see ya body in the dark and\nThe body is finna get a little dose of that\nSick, and the rest of the body is finna\nGet a little more dose of that\nSick, hop in the dome when I'm poppin' the clip\nThinkin' I'm fake when I'm talkin' this shit,\nStill thinkin' I'm fake when I'm walkin' this shit, nigga\nNow where the shit just [?] bitch,\nComin' with the [?] because I'm ignorant\n\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nHere he comes creeping through the daark...\nHere he comes creeping through the daaaark...\n\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat\nThrough the dark with...\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with...\nHere he comes creeping through the dark with heat","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Dookie Monster\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  It's about that time nigga\n  Mmhmm\n  Give me my weed\n  Give me my strap\n  West Craven, you did this nigga?\n  This heat uh\n  I like that shit homie, that's heat\n  Check it out...\n\n  I bet you never knew you were fuckin' with a psycho bitch\n  Hit em wit venom and rip a nigga at his jaw\n  Hit em wit venom and sock a nigga in his jaw\n  'For the nigga even knew what the fuck he saw\n  I bet you thought I was perverted...\n  Because I dig up in the booty and I made the pussy leak\n  I never thought the ho squirted...\n  Until I [licked?] up in the pussy and\n  Creep with a motherfucka wanna be [bailin?],\n  Up in the liquor store to get a 40 bottle of the SHIYAT!\n  Niggas wanna trip,\n  Is when I pop open the clip and leave a\n  Motherfucker reloadin'\n  Mmmm...\n  I don't give a fuck about the shoot em up show or the [knife?] show\n  Im a killa' fo' realla',\n  I eat [a motha Godzilla?] but Imma eat a nigga brains like a psycho\n  Bitch I'm like no\n  Sickest nigga that you ever did seen\n  You never lookin at me,\n  Like a nigga was me you never thought\n  That you would meet a brainsick fiend\n  Shit up in the bitch's mouth and then\n  I get a \"[?]\" because I [?] on contact\n  When I got up in the house,\n  I had my balls in her mouth like please don't choke, use a\n  You could be my comrad...\n  And we could do it everyday until the\n  Middle of the Summer when the shit gets deep\n  And the shit gets deep...\n  When I really be up on the creep,\n  The shit gets deep when the pussy leak\n  In between the sheets...\n  I would stick it up in the hole until the bitch was psycho\n  And tried to use her teeth...\n  On my dick, so I hit a switch and got that rifle\n  Stuck it in her butt, then blow booty chunks all over the wall,\n  I admit that I was drunk, but goddamn couldn't get rid of the funk\n  So I had to get up out that motherfucker,\n  Run across the street to McDonalds where I grabbed me a double cheese\n  Cause I only had a boodle in my pocket and the\n  Bitch behind the counter had a pair of some double D's\n  Now bitch you can smother these...\n  When I get up in the booty in the middle of the late night hour\n  And I dig up in the pussy till I get so\n  Sweaty that I just have to get in the shower\n  And I devour...\n  Till the pussy goes sour\n  I show em I got the power and nobody cower\n  With the heat on my waist,\n  In your face, you will get showered\n\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Here he comes creeping through the daark...\n  Here he comes creeping through the daaaark...\n\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Through the dark with...\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with...\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n\n  I spit it for the streets and my hopeless duds\n  Broke from friends and things [?] [if these?] niggas is drunk\n  My teeth on the block from the .38 snub\n  Tears in his eyes cuz it ain't no\n  Yeah [I'm?] tryna get me cause [?]\n  In the street with the Crips and the Bloods\n  And it ain't gon' stop like hands in the clock\n  Details, tryna run up on the block\n  Fuck sittin' around, Imma slay my watch\n  With a Glock 9, niggas [?]\n  [?] and I got mine\n  Catch em in the hood,\n  Slippin' on the stock fund, niggas [?] betta' watch your time\n  [?] tank, and this ain't no game,\n  Niggas playin' in the streets, yes, real life shit\n  Used to be my homie, but now you a bitch\n  Fuck catch a fade, Imma empty the clip\n  What you put it on when I hit em with the click?\n  Niggas doin' life hit you under your [?]\n  Niggas turnin' your rag and get a bag\n  [?] break yo ass\n  Put holes in ya face like a Jason Mask\n  Yeah nigga\n  These niggas ain't ready for this shit\n  Some of that...\n  Underground, top secret, ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  , Ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  Some of that vibing music, nigga, some of that sick shit nigga\n\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Here he comes creeping through the daark...\n  Here he comes creeping through the daaaark...\n\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Through the dark with...\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with...\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n\n  Pissin' the blood from out the nigga dick,\n  A motherfucker trippin'\n  40 bottle [?] a sip\n  And find a nigga naked when I'm rubbin' on those tits\n  And ever-y-body wanna be known for the brainsick\n  Hit em on the realla, when I [empty on?] the clip\n  Two for the brain, the rest of em for the [?]\n  I'm dumpin' out the window when I hit em on the hip\n  Nobody can run away from what [?] sick\n  I'm choppin' all the bodies into itty bitty bits\n  But you gotta get when you gotta get, so I gotta get... [?]\n  Move into the park and see ya body in the dark and\n  The body is finna get a little dose of that\n  Sick, and the rest of the body is finna\n  Get a little more dose of that\n  Sick, hop in the dome when I'm poppin' the clip\n  Thinkin' I'm fake when I'm talkin' this shit,\n  Still thinkin' I'm fake when I'm walkin' this shit, nigga\n  Now where the shit just [?] bitch,\n  Comin' with the [?] because I'm ignorant\n\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Here he comes creeping through the daark...\n  Here he comes creeping through the daaaark...\n\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n  Through the dark with...\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with...\n  Here he comes creeping through the dark with heat\n"},{"id":6255832,"name":"Brainsick","trackName":"Brainsick","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[?] is part of the planet but I'm a sick individual that'll take her to the land of Oz\nBrain sicker than a book of the bumblebee\nGive her sodomy then get the tools outta garage\nSo da ba sheka neda deka\nBetter get it cus I'm thinkin'\nI better come get it I can suffer 'bout as quick-a-ly but I sped it\nTo do it to her leave a better predicament when they die\nGropin' that nigga was on a try, give a midwest high\nBetter get out the woods or (descend the summers?)\nYou can clearly hear me comin'\nAdrenaline steady runnin'\nI'm runnin', fiendin' for somethin\nI'm about to get it now\nI was overlooked by the sucker with a bat\nNever fuck with the cat or the cow\nProbalé labalé high psychology\nCome on they gotta be get a padded room or a straitjacket\nI don't know man I think I'm\n(Insane)\n\nAnybody tryna be the one to come and get it\nThen they betta be upset\nThat a ton of us are ready\nHit the fuck up outta intricate and every nigga really livin'\nI don't wanna be the person that you're hopin' will give pity\nCus they're lookin' at 'em differently come across a menace\nI'm invincible, pretend to put his hands on [?]\nAnd look what I got all those jumpy niggas as apprentice\nI gotta murder everybody comin' with a vengeance (one)\nNow the sickest that be on for the brain\nI don't gotta tell nobody that the bitches are on the game\nWhen they lookin' at 'em and really wanna beat the motherfucker\nThat'll run up on somebody then I try a bigger lane\nWanna copycat but then [?] on the west\nI make 'em all money like my name is (David West?)\nI'ma mess around and be a victim when I'm dealin' with the villain, blame it on\n(INSANE)\nUh, get at\n\nTrigger in minimum figure, the ammunition is quicker like I pull 'em\nTrigger be leavin' up all of these scriptures\nEverybody pullin', get 'em, they runnin' with venom\nWe sippin' the liquor, pull it, get 'em, clack\nHit 'em with an automatic, cut 'em all like I'm ravin'\nI'm [?] in' like I'm Jesus, I'ma kill the body chemist\nThey call me a savage cause I damage anything on my way with a brain and I'ma clang\n\nComin' up in it, back the double up with the thang\nNigga get back motherfucker, nigga be comin' up quicker\nThe homie will blow my motherfuckin' brain\nBack with the 44 Magnum and cut the nigga with the cane now\nUp in the crane now, uppin' the katana\nThe nigga comin up in the hood, The Untamed\nThe gorilla comin' and strappin' the gilla, my nigga, remain for (squella?)\nComin' up quicker, when I'ma do my thing, my nigga\nComin' up in it, backin' the double and grabbin' the 44 Magnum and ready to do whatever\nA nigga D-Loc The Vulture be straight carryin'\nGet the (bud?) 'til venom'll kill 'em, finna hit 'em up, kill 'em and leave 'em in coma\nComin' and I'm in love with the jeopardy\nComin' through and nigga tryna test me and a nigga beat up a motherfucker\n'Bout any kinda type of sick cause I'm too incredible and niggas are like\n(Insane)\n\nPull 'em stuckin' 'em get 'em all nasty and takin' 'em and puttin' 'em all up like majority\nSo then bustin' 'em through the hospital\nIt's like a posse\nAnd so bring 'em around the corner on the street in which we take 'em\nAnd then go on 'em and make 'em feel like insane\nAnd so motherfucker they are never confront us\nAnd we get 'em with the power and with question\nHow do you feel pushy and don't give a fuck because of it\nAnd like an evil we smash 'em and take 'em to the another song\nWhenever we hit 'em a front me after smash 'em, we gonna hit 'em with the venom\nAnd wait the moment 'til my choppers all will feel and will go like an insane\nAnd we are murdering 'em all like murderers and venom all 'em and get 'em all blinked motherfucker\nI'm fuckin' beast, we are that murdering choppers and we still get 'em on the flames\nThis is for sneak and for the venom as soon as I'm steppin I get 'em all victimized\nWhats chopper from us bring 'em and stick 'em motherfucking majority\nAnd like a leader come and fuck the fucking egos\nIt's time to chase 'em everybody cause its real hard to fuck that bitches\nAnd make 'em like pitches in the fucking visions and make 'em all be the scared\nI'm that motherfucker that gonna beat 'em\nAnd gonna rip 'em\nAnd hold 'em on their bag and saying like you are my ham and something shit\nBecause they are very wicked bitches that might gon' die\nAnd I'm gonna take em and kill 'em bitches and runnin' up in your house\n(Insane)\n\nПсины псевдо\nСоветы давали, но беды миновали, потому доконали морально\nМеня тупо не понимали, потому намерено мешали\nПотом пытали, подумайте пули парабеллума были летальны\nТочёны навыки по ночам, по началу и миновали страны\nЭто потому были зависимы от микрофона\nНаоборот такими поломали талоны\nполовина которых пытались потом балаболить\nНЕ зомбированы массами\nЗа грамотой не ламинированной они прятали разумы\nСловами заминировали виды сразу\nТебя постепенно два материка атаковали фразами\nНо вы били ногами по полу\nНе слышали мы топота\nТак заведено было\n(Insane)\n\nHmmm... Bitch please, you be layin' in the gravel\nWhen I know about the niggas\nThat I'm bringin' to the batter\nI be kickin' on your head\nAnd got it shakin' like a rattle\nAnybody wanna beef with me when I murder all the cattle\nSkate down and get ghost\nQuicker than my brain gets when I hit the slopes\nWe be beatin' mother flame, they will deliver the pain\nBut when I take 'em with the griller\nThen I'ma hit again the do' with the flow so SWITCH!\nI fuck 'em with the lyric and murder, I'm homegrown\nI be singing like an alien and tell 'em to phone home\nLike I'm about to hop in the ship with the brother\nTake a drink over with 'em\nAnd tell 'em how many bitches slain dick\nThen I gotta go with the niggas who can't spit\nEvery single record that I bring is the same shit\nHere's why you don't fuck with niggas who brainsicken\n(Insane)\n\nI'm a\nMonster in the dark, when I tore up their face\nGive it a barely other inevitable, I have to pay\nI chop for the Brain, but heat it like a [?]\nBut we're equally gassed, so I Shoot For The Face\nShow pity when I'm switchin' lanes\nAnd strategically came to the spittin' range, split the thangs\nStop, get choked, the chains\nIt's the power squad, that's who, [?]\nLiteral when I get on, when I gas 'em with the mask off\nTalkin' about what we said, then I be comin' surely after\nI'm mysterious, hate 'em, let 'em laugh all they laugh off\nIt's pityful, I couldn't boy, none of 'em are [?]\nAct when I smack, my brain gonna fuck 'em\nOn way to my mind, hold on motherfucker\nKiller when I'm dealin' with the villain that is speakin' B.R.A.I.N.\n(Insane)\nBrainsick, bitch\n\nHit 'em whenever they wanna go and get up the pain in you\nChoppin' 'em up into pieces doin' it 50 when I'm doing the voodoo\nTaking up with my nieces I will find people with telekinesis\nTakin' 'em off Filicia\nAnd being sure that you are fuckin' poodles\nHypnotizin' people lookin' at me like I'm Godzilla\nI'm comin' out of the ocean with bullets ready to kill em\nI seek 'em like I'm a pilum I'm lookin' for motivation\nMaybe thinkin' about something then I will remain a pillar\nTakin' 'em up in their back\nAnd puttin' their sack up, into their (homies?)\nAnd if they tell me everything I wanna know what they fucked\nFinally gettin' to talkin', now the others remember stalkin'\nI hope they tell me everything I wanna know, they are still fucked\nDoublin' up with the wack and I'm finna be puttin' their body in 'em\nAnd they don't wanna see me when I'm really on my thang\nI will cook 'em in the kitchen and eat 'em with the feast\nMotherfucker, I'm\n(Insane)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brainsick\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [?] is part of the planet but I'm a sick individual that'll take her to the land of Oz\n  Brain sicker than a book of the bumblebee\n  Give her sodomy then get the tools outta garage\n  So da ba sheka neda deka\n  Better get it cus I'm thinkin'\n  I better come get it I can suffer 'bout as quick-a-ly but I sped it\n  To do it to her leave a better predicament when they die\n  Gropin' that nigga was on a try, give a midwest high\n  Better get out the woods or (descend the summers?)\n  You can clearly hear me comin'\n  Adrenaline steady runnin'\n  I'm runnin', fiendin' for somethin\n  I'm about to get it now\n  I was overlooked by the sucker with a bat\n  Never fuck with the cat or the cow\n  Probalé labalé high psychology\n  Come on they gotta be get a padded room or a straitjacket\n  I don't know man I think I'm\n  (Insane)\n\n  Anybody tryna be the one to come and get it\n  Then they betta be upset\n  That a ton of us are ready\n  Hit the fuck up outta intricate and every nigga really livin'\n  I don't wanna be the person that you're hopin' will give pity\n  Cus they're lookin' at 'em differently come across a menace\n  I'm invincible, pretend to put his hands on [?]\n  And look what I got all those jumpy niggas as apprentice\n  I gotta murder everybody comin' with a vengeance (one)\n  Now the sickest that be on for the brain\n  I don't gotta tell nobody that the bitches are on the game\n  When they lookin' at 'em and really wanna beat the motherfucker\n  That'll run up on somebody then I try a bigger lane\n  Wanna copycat but then [?] on the west\n  I make 'em all money like my name is (David West?)\n  I'ma mess around and be a victim when I'm dealin' with the villain, blame it on\n  (INSANE)\n  Uh, get at\n\n  Trigger in minimum figure, the ammunition is quicker like I pull 'em\n  Trigger be leavin' up all of these scriptures\n  Everybody pullin', get 'em, they runnin' with venom\n  We sippin' the liquor, pull it, get 'em, clack\n  Hit 'em with an automatic, cut 'em all like I'm ravin'\n  I'm [?] in' like I'm Jesus, I'ma kill the body chemist\n  They call me a savage cause I damage anything on my way with a brain and I'ma clang\n\n  Comin' up in it, back the double up with the thang\n  Nigga get back motherfucker, nigga be comin' up quicker\n  The homie will blow my motherfuckin' brain\n  Back with the 44 Magnum and cut the nigga with the cane now\n  Up in the crane now, uppin' the katana\n  The nigga comin up in the hood, The Untamed\n  The gorilla comin' and strappin' the gilla, my nigga, remain for (squella?)\n  Comin' up quicker, when I'ma do my thing, my nigga\n  Comin' up in it, backin' the double and grabbin' the 44 Magnum and ready to do whatever\n  A nigga D-Loc The Vulture be straight carryin'\n  Get the (bud?) 'til venom'll kill 'em, finna hit 'em up, kill 'em and leave 'em in coma\n  Comin' and I'm in love with the jeopardy\n  Comin' through and nigga tryna test me and a nigga beat up a motherfucker\n  'Bout any kinda type of sick cause I'm too incredible and niggas are like\n  (Insane)\n\n  Pull 'em stuckin' 'em get 'em all nasty and takin' 'em and puttin' 'em all up like majority\n  So then bustin' 'em through the hospital\n  It's like a posse\n  And so bring 'em around the corner on the street in which we take 'em\n  And then go on 'em and make 'em feel like insane\n  And so motherfucker they are never confront us\n  And we get 'em with the power and with question\n  How do you feel pushy and don't give a fuck because of it\n  And like an evil we smash 'em and take 'em to the another song\n  Whenever we hit 'em a front me after smash 'em, we gonna hit 'em with the venom\n  And wait the moment 'til my choppers all will feel and will go like an insane\n  And we are murdering 'em all like murderers and venom all 'em and get 'em all blinked motherfucker\n  I'm fuckin' beast, we are that murdering choppers and we still get 'em on the flames\n  This is for sneak and for the venom as soon as I'm steppin I get 'em all victimized\n  Whats chopper from us bring 'em and stick 'em motherfucking majority\n  And like a leader come and fuck the fucking egos\n  It's time to chase 'em everybody cause its real hard to fuck that bitches\n  And make 'em like pitches in the fucking visions and make 'em all be the scared\n  I'm that motherfucker that gonna beat 'em\n  And gonna rip 'em\n  And hold 'em on their bag and saying like you are my ham and something shit\n  Because they are very wicked bitches that might gon' die\n  And I'm gonna take em and kill 'em bitches and runnin' up in your house\n  (Insane)\n\n  Псины псевдо\n  Советы давали, но беды миновали, потому доконали морально\n  Меня тупо не понимали, потому намерено мешали\n  Потом пытали, подумайте пули парабеллума были летальны\n  Точёны навыки по ночам, по началу и миновали страны\n  Это потому были зависимы от микрофона\n  Наоборот такими поломали талоны\n  половина которых пытались потом балаболить\n  НЕ зомбированы массами\n  За грамотой не ламинированной они прятали разумы\n  Словами заминировали виды сразу\n  Тебя постепенно два материка атаковали фразами\n  Но вы били ногами по полу\n  Не слышали мы топота\n  Так заведено было\n  (Insane)\n\n  Hmmm... Bitch please, you be layin' in the gravel\n  When I know about the niggas\n  That I'm bringin' to the batter\n  I be kickin' on your head\n  And got it shakin' like a rattle\n  Anybody wanna beef with me when I murder all the cattle\n  Skate down and get ghost\n  Quicker than my brain gets when I hit the slopes\n  We be beatin' mother flame, they will deliver the pain\n  But when I take 'em with the griller\n  Then I'ma hit again the do' with the flow so SWITCH!\n  I fuck 'em with the lyric and murder, I'm homegrown\n  I be singing like an alien and tell 'em to phone home\n  Like I'm about to hop in the ship with the brother\n  Take a drink over with 'em\n  And tell 'em how many bitches slain dick\n  Then I gotta go with the niggas who can't spit\n  Every single record that I bring is the same shit\n  Here's why you don't fuck with niggas who brainsicken\n  (Insane)\n\n  I'm a\n  Monster in the dark, when I tore up their face\n  Give it a barely other inevitable, I have to pay\n  I chop for the Brain, but heat it like a [?]\n  But we're equally gassed, so I Shoot For The Face\n  Show pity when I'm switchin' lanes\n  And strategically came to the spittin' range, split the thangs\n  Stop, get choked, the chains\n  It's the power squad, that's who, [?]\n  Literal when I get on, when I gas 'em with the mask off\n  Talkin' about what we said, then I be comin' surely after\n  I'm mysterious, hate 'em, let 'em laugh all they laugh off\n  It's pityful, I couldn't boy, none of 'em are [?]\n  Act when I smack, my brain gonna fuck 'em\n  On way to my mind, hold on motherfucker\n  Killer when I'm dealin' with the villain that is speakin' B.R.A.I.N.\n  (Insane)\n  Brainsick, bitch\n\n  Hit 'em whenever they wanna go and get up the pain in you\n  Choppin' 'em up into pieces doin' it 50 when I'm doing the voodoo\n  Taking up with my nieces I will find people with telekinesis\n  Takin' 'em off Filicia\n  And being sure that you are fuckin' poodles\n  Hypnotizin' people lookin' at me like I'm Godzilla\n  I'm comin' out of the ocean with bullets ready to kill em\n  I seek 'em like I'm a pilum I'm lookin' for motivation\n  Maybe thinkin' about something then I will remain a pillar\n  Takin' 'em up in their back\n  And puttin' their sack up, into their (homies?)\n  And if they tell me everything I wanna know what they fucked\n  Finally gettin' to talkin', now the others remember stalkin'\n  I hope they tell me everything I wanna know, they are still fucked\n  Doublin' up with the wack and I'm finna be puttin' their body in 'em\n  And they don't wanna see me when I'm really on my thang\n  I will cook 'em in the kitchen and eat 'em with the feast\n  Motherfucker, I'm\n  (Insane)\n"},{"id":30303059,"name":"Beetle Juice","trackName":"Beetle Juice","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All you ever do around here is eat sleep and shit\nLook at this place\nWell y'all must think I'm the maid\n\nIs that it? I gotta go\n\nHell naw it ain't it\nIt ain't it until I say it's it dammit\nAre you serious\nIs that it\nBoy don't get smart with me cause I'll\nknock yo ass into the middle of next week\nAnd where you going anyway you little fat fuck, you ain't got a job\nWho's that little fuck on my porch\n\nFor some of the things that we do in life\nYou know what I'm saying it's not like we wanna do 'em\nWe don't wanna end up this way\nIt's just that sometimes homies motherfuckers just end up in certain\nsituations nigga that's the\nmotherfucken trials and tribulations of life\nYou know\nWoke up in the parking lot covered in blood\nNiggas tell the ones to dump ya but didn't know who they was\nMy heart was beating thinking about the shit that happened\nThis that type of shit that happens when niggas they get to scrappin'\nI got the \"[?]\" I hopped up in the bucket\nI think them niggas took my keys (shit)\nBut nigga fuck it\nHot wired this bitch like I was thirteen\nGot on the cellphone\nTo the home boy house in thirteen\nStrapped up black on my face when I'm hoppin' the gate\nWhile I'm bussin' my \"[?]\"\n\"[???]\" face\nNiggas was deckin' from [shoes?] to the waist\nBustin a nigga like I was a savage\nNiggas was runnin' when I was just bumpin'\nAnd dumpin' with the .22 automatic\nPunch 'em to death because [she?] got so drastic\nFrom putting these niggas in caskets\nThe police was on us and \"[???]\" put niggas in plastic\n\"[???]\"\nThinkin' about them while takin they life (erase)\nWhile sippin' on the... O.A.\nIn this shit we curvin'\nThis shit is just like Perry Mason\nNobodies life is oh so certain\nNobodies supposed to be scared\nWhen they just finish puttin' in work\nthe police drive by\nEvery single night for what it's worth\nI'm... frightened because even in the set lies the snitches\nAnd that is the \"{hobgoblin?]\"\n\"[Snake?]\" deceitful lyin' bitches\nThat happen to be ridiculous\nI happen to be the sickest\nNigga you ever heard me flow\nCause God is my witness\n\nY'all wanna see a dead body?\nThey shot my brother\n\nEverybody in the mall was runnin'\nMotherfucken bitches runnin' out all over the \"[?]\" and shit\nMotherfucker throwin' cookies out the\ncookie shop \"[?]\" (they shot my brother)\n\"[?]\" oh and I'll smoke every motherfucker that came here\nEvery motherfucker came my way\nI just thought I'd let y'all know that\nSee I get mad as fuck (oh he's a monster, pure psychopath)\nWatch me shoot this motherfucker\n\nShoot to take his life is what he told me\nwith the heat and make his blood spill\nOn low-key (okay homie)\nBury them niggas up under the [cement?] with no-one to meet them\nOpen the gate but that wasn't his\nHe was alone for the devil to greet him\nAnd punish you 'for he sickin'\nPut a motherfucker to sleep and\nNow on his knees prayin' like a deacon\nBecause \"[head up?] for them niggas smoke last weekend\nCause niggas be switchin' they act when they fell on they \"[back?]\"\nFrom creepin' round corners and bussin\nwith the mini macs (with the mini macs)\nNothing can \"[?\n]\" all up on my body they got me feeling like a psycho active\nRunnin' with heaters like 9 millimeters\nThey fought me to put on the white straight jacket\nEmptied the bowl but then I\nIt took all the weed to the lungs\nSmokin' and smokin' until I was chokin'\nMy brain is provokin' to grab the gun\nI was just young and bustin' for fun\nRaised by the OG's\nSo what was a nigga to do\nWhen they tell me to kill that fool\nAt fo'teen\nShootin' I'ma shoot for the sweata'\nFor the simple fact a nigga don't know no betta'\nCause I'd rather take his face off\nCreep with a M-16 and take off\nNigga this ain't no sign but I will swing away like baseball\nCause homie it's like another case (another case)\nI want you to break up in yo house and eat a nigga brain like Jason\nI think I must erase 'em for the fact he's so weak\nI think I'ma cook his guts like bacon\nBefo' I go eat\nAnd I hope the menu still with fried goose\nNiggas 'ell pound you till yo fuckin' eyes loose\nBeetlejuice\n\nWhy do you think he removes their skins?\n\nExcites him\nMost serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims\n\nI didn't\n\nNo, no you ate yours (chomp/bite sound)\n\nI ate his liver with some fava beans\n\nAnd a nice [candy?] (slurping sound)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Beetle Juice\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All you ever do around here is eat sleep and shit\n  Look at this place\n  Well y'all must think I'm the maid\n\n  Is that it? I gotta go\n\n  Hell naw it ain't it\n  It ain't it until I say it's it dammit\n  Are you serious\n  Is that it\n  Boy don't get smart with me cause I'll\n  knock yo ass into the middle of next week\n  And where you going anyway you little fat fuck, you ain't got a job\n  Who's that little fuck on my porch\n\n  For some of the things that we do in life\n  You know what I'm saying it's not like we wanna do 'em\n  We don't wanna end up this way\n  It's just that sometimes homies motherfuckers just end up in certain\n  situations nigga that's the\n  motherfucken trials and tribulations of life\n  You know\n  Woke up in the parking lot covered in blood\n  Niggas tell the ones to dump ya but didn't know who they was\n  My heart was beating thinking about the shit that happened\n  This that type of shit that happens when niggas they get to scrappin'\n  I got the \"[?]\" I hopped up in the bucket\n  I think them niggas took my keys (shit)\n  But nigga fuck it\n  Hot wired this bitch like I was thirteen\n  Got on the cellphone\n  To the home boy house in thirteen\n  Strapped up black on my face when I'm hoppin' the gate\n  While I'm bussin' my \"[?]\"\n  \"[???]\" face\n  Niggas was deckin' from [shoes?] to the waist\n  Bustin a nigga like I was a savage\n  Niggas was runnin' when I was just bumpin'\n  And dumpin' with the .22 automatic\n  Punch 'em to death because [she?] got so drastic\n  From putting these niggas in caskets\n  The police was on us and \"[???]\" put niggas in plastic\n  \"[???]\"\n  Thinkin' about them while takin they life (erase)\n  While sippin' on the... O.A.\n  In this shit we curvin'\n  This shit is just like Perry Mason\n  Nobodies life is oh so certain\n  Nobodies supposed to be scared\n  When they just finish puttin' in work\n  the police drive by\n  Every single night for what it's worth\n  I'm... frightened because even in the set lies the snitches\n  And that is the \"{hobgoblin?]\"\n  \"[Snake?]\" deceitful lyin' bitches\n  That happen to be ridiculous\n  I happen to be the sickest\n  Nigga you ever heard me flow\n  Cause God is my witness\n\n  Y'all wanna see a dead body?\n  They shot my brother\n\n  Everybody in the mall was runnin'\n  Motherfucken bitches runnin' out all over the \"[?]\" and shit\n  Motherfucker throwin' cookies out the\n  cookie shop \"[?]\" (they shot my brother)\n  \"[?]\" oh and I'll smoke every motherfucker that came here\n  Every motherfucker came my way\n  I just thought I'd let y'all know that\n  See I get mad as fuck (oh he's a monster, pure psychopath)\n  Watch me shoot this motherfucker\n\n  Shoot to take his life is what he told me\n  with the heat and make his blood spill\n  On low-key (okay homie)\n  Bury them niggas up under the [cement?] with no-one to meet them\n  Open the gate but that wasn't his\n  He was alone for the devil to greet him\n  And punish you 'for he sickin'\n  Put a motherfucker to sleep and\n  Now on his knees prayin' like a deacon\n  Because \"[head up?] for them niggas smoke last weekend\n  Cause niggas be switchin' they act when they fell on they \"[back?]\"\n  From creepin' round corners and bussin\n  with the mini macs (with the mini macs)\n  Nothing can \"[?\n  ]\" all up on my body they got me feeling like a psycho active\n  Runnin' with heaters like 9 millimeters\n  They fought me to put on the white straight jacket\n  Emptied the bowl but then I\n  It took all the weed to the lungs\n  Smokin' and smokin' until I was chokin'\n  My brain is provokin' to grab the gun\n  I was just young and bustin' for fun\n  Raised by the OG's\n  So what was a nigga to do\n  When they tell me to kill that fool\n  At fo'teen\n  Shootin' I'ma shoot for the sweata'\n  For the simple fact a nigga don't know no betta'\n  Cause I'd rather take his face off\n  Creep with a M-16 and take off\n  Nigga this ain't no sign but I will swing away like baseball\n  Cause homie it's like another case (another case)\n  I want you to break up in yo house and eat a nigga brain like Jason\n  I think I must erase 'em for the fact he's so weak\n  I think I'ma cook his guts like bacon\n  Befo' I go eat\n  And I hope the menu still with fried goose\n  Niggas 'ell pound you till yo fuckin' eyes loose\n  Beetlejuice\n\n  Why do you think he removes their skins?\n\n  Excites him\n  Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims\n\n  I didn't\n\n  No, no you ate yours (chomp/bite sound)\n\n  I ate his liver with some fava beans\n\n  And a nice [candy?] (slurping sound)\n"},{"id":30947572,"name":"Frome The Dome","trackName":"Frome The Dome","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, in the motherfuckin' house\nTwisted Insane, Twisted Insane\nThat's what they call me\nAnd it don't stop\nLight your motherfuckin' weed up on this one homie\nJust ride with me on this motherfucker\nYou ready? Let's go\nAnd that's real\nUh, this motherfuckin' shit don't stop nigga\nThat's real, this motherfuckin' shit ain't never gon'...\nI'm Twisted Insane bitch\nYou motherfuckers finna respect me\nNigga at the end of this motherfucker\nBob your head, bob your head\nI see that motherfuckin' shit fallin' off\nLet's do it nigga, let's go nigga\n\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\n\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nLet it be on, it's on\nNiggas they runnin' away from the slug\nHit with the bullet, you're runnin' through it\nBut to do it I gotta put one in your mug\nIt's my bloody gangbang affiliation with the blood\nWhen you run up on me that was only mean\nThat I be comin' away with your lu-udz\nShit, piss in your mouth, shit in your mouth\nFuck you in the mouth and then I cut\nGivin' a fuck about the slut\nSick psycho, wack the shit\nSick psycho dick, sick psycho chick\nDiggin' up in that sick psycho B-I-ITCH\nMotherfucker then I have a ho right back\nWhen a nigga wanna fuck on me, I blow right back\nHit a bottle with the model with the dope right back\nHold that yak, blow that sack\nSick individual that broke that neck\nMurder anybody wanna fuck with these\nHit 'em on the mack and then you take 'em for the clack\nAnd for the back and then I back up with a ho with these\nNiggas with cheese just so happen to be my enemies\nI'm havin' a good time while bustin' away at the knees\nNow everybody\n\nWatch this nigga run from me (Watch this motherfucker run)\nWhen I creep with the heat one, two, three (Bang)\n'Cause I'm a real rider (A real rider)\nYou're fuckin' with the southeast sider (Motherfucker)\nWatch this nigga run from me (Watch that nigga run)\nWhen I creep with the heat one, two, three (Bang)\n'Cause I'm a real rider (A real rider)\nYou're fuckin' with the southeast sider\nYou're fuckin' with the southeast)\n\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\n\nNever heard a come-up when I get it\nGotta put the money back into my waist\nLook around me 'cause the police comin'\nUp and I don't wanna be the one\nTo catch another fuckin' murder case\nYou knew he had it comin'\nI'ma pull up in the Buick with the bullets for the race\nCut off with the feet and hit 'em with the heat\nAnd medicated, peepin' I'ma turn a brain into a fade\nTake 'em weak to the brain\nAny and everything to get the party poppin'\nI'm poppin' a bottle then makin' nobody a stoppin'\nI hit 'em with a bomb and then I blow the rooftop in\nTake 'em weak to the brain\nJuicin' everybody and they muthafuckin' cabbage\nI'm poppin' a nigga that had the money like an addict\nAnd draggin' bodies in the back and loadin' up the package\nI hit 'em with a AK-47 automatic\nA tragic, it's drastic 'cause niggas got blasted\nHit 'em and I put a nigga body in a plastic\nThe basket, the casket, he just got his ass kicked\nAnd bitches do bad things over and over again\nWhen it comes to this camp\nAnd ridicule me if you want to\nWe got different views about me disrespectin' the women\nAnd Kapital guarantee\nKeeps tellin' me not to ever be huggin' these hoes\nI need no advice on my pimpin'\n'Cause niggas get married and there we go lovin' these hoes\nBut then on the real though\nSick of just sicker, this nigga countin' his four hun'\nUp in my face every night trippin'\nDon't get her right and she gon' bleed right out, uh\n\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome\nHalf of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\nUp in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\nAnd bustin' a way with the chrome\nI get off in the dome","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Frome The Dome\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, in the motherfuckin' house\n  Twisted Insane, Twisted Insane\n  That's what they call me\n  And it don't stop\n  Light your motherfuckin' weed up on this one homie\n  Just ride with me on this motherfucker\n  You ready? Let's go\n  And that's real\n  Uh, this motherfuckin' shit don't stop nigga\n  That's real, this motherfuckin' shit ain't never gon'...\n  I'm Twisted Insane bitch\n  You motherfuckers finna respect me\n  Nigga at the end of this motherfucker\n  Bob your head, bob your head\n  I see that motherfuckin' shit fallin' off\n  Let's do it nigga, let's go nigga\n\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  Let it be on, it's on\n  Niggas they runnin' away from the slug\n  Hit with the bullet, you're runnin' through it\n  But to do it I gotta put one in your mug\n  It's my bloody gangbang affiliation with the blood\n  When you run up on me that was only mean\n  That I be comin' away with your lu-udz\n  Shit, piss in your mouth, shit in your mouth\n  Fuck you in the mouth and then I cut\n  Givin' a fuck about the slut\n  Sick psycho, wack the shit\n  Sick psycho dick, sick psycho chick\n  Diggin' up in that sick psycho B-I-ITCH\n  Motherfucker then I have a ho right back\n  When a nigga wanna fuck on me, I blow right back\n  Hit a bottle with the model with the dope right back\n  Hold that yak, blow that sack\n  Sick individual that broke that neck\n  Murder anybody wanna fuck with these\n  Hit 'em on the mack and then you take 'em for the clack\n  And for the back and then I back up with a ho with these\n  Niggas with cheese just so happen to be my enemies\n  I'm havin' a good time while bustin' away at the knees\n  Now everybody\n\n  Watch this nigga run from me (Watch this motherfucker run)\n  When I creep with the heat one, two, three (Bang)\n  'Cause I'm a real rider (A real rider)\n  You're fuckin' with the southeast sider (Motherfucker)\n  Watch this nigga run from me (Watch that nigga run)\n  When I creep with the heat one, two, three (Bang)\n  'Cause I'm a real rider (A real rider)\n  You're fuckin' with the southeast sider\n  You're fuckin' with the southeast)\n\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n\n  Never heard a come-up when I get it\n  Gotta put the money back into my waist\n  Look around me 'cause the police comin'\n  Up and I don't wanna be the one\n  To catch another fuckin' murder case\n  You knew he had it comin'\n  I'ma pull up in the Buick with the bullets for the race\n  Cut off with the feet and hit 'em with the heat\n  And medicated, peepin' I'ma turn a brain into a fade\n  Take 'em weak to the brain\n  Any and everything to get the party poppin'\n  I'm poppin' a bottle then makin' nobody a stoppin'\n  I hit 'em with a bomb and then I blow the rooftop in\n  Take 'em weak to the brain\n  Juicin' everybody and they muthafuckin' cabbage\n  I'm poppin' a nigga that had the money like an addict\n  And draggin' bodies in the back and loadin' up the package\n  I hit 'em with a AK-47 automatic\n  A tragic, it's drastic 'cause niggas got blasted\n  Hit 'em and I put a nigga body in a plastic\n  The basket, the casket, he just got his ass kicked\n  And bitches do bad things over and over again\n  When it comes to this camp\n  And ridicule me if you want to\n  We got different views about me disrespectin' the women\n  And Kapital guarantee\n  Keeps tellin' me not to ever be huggin' these hoes\n  I need no advice on my pimpin'\n  'Cause niggas get married and there we go lovin' these hoes\n  But then on the real though\n  Sick of just sicker, this nigga countin' his four hun'\n  Up in my face every night trippin'\n  Don't get her right and she gon' bleed right out, uh\n\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n  Half of these niggas can't fuck with me when in the zone\n  Up in the hot model when I be poppin' the bottle\n  And bustin' a way with the chrome\n  I get off in the dome\n"},{"id":25069821,"name":"In My","trackName":"In My","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":163.372975,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea\nI'm gonna do this shit like this homie\nThis is real, it's been long time and coming nigga\nI've been trying to put this\nmotherfuckin' album out for 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 years homie\nShit, wanted this motherfucker to be a\nclassic, a motherfucking masterpiece homie\nYou feel me on my shit nigga\nYou know what I'm saying,\nbecause on the real homie if a motherfucker don't feel me on my shit\nThen they motherfuckers just hatin' homie period,\nthey motherfuckin' lyin' and shit or they motherfuckin' hatin' homie\nYou know what I'm talkin' about, niggas can't even talk\nNiggas can't you know what I'm sayin', niggas can't...\n\nNiggas can't even talk about my gangsta cuz I'm steel\nI'm still hittin' switches and bustin' a match of grill\nManiac in black and attackin' niggas like a 6-4\nComin' in on the top of the body of you and you bitch ho\nI spit \"[?]\", so many bars and so many stars i see on TV\nCan't even fuck with T-W-S-T\nBelieve me, I'm even the niggas that do it off the top\nHurts my brain, I can't believe you're rich and I am not\nIt must've been a plot rottin' to get you dirty-poo-ass niggas\nCuz where I'm from, you'll be the last niggas\nTo ever get on a stage without gettin' your ass beat\nNot just as deep,\nnigga hit the streets and come to south east(south east)\nGangbangin', khaki saggin', chuck-t's\nJust post up for one second watch how fast they bust these\nNiggas I'm fuckin' around out here, you say you have no fear\nBetter be true cuz niggas ain't fuckin' around on here\n\nYou know what i'm sayin' nigga that's real than a motherfucka\nNigga I've been doing this motherfuckin' music\nthang nigga for so fuckin' god damn long homie\nSo motherfuckin' long nigga, you understand what i'm sayin',\nand I'm still struggling like a motherfucka\nas I speak on this microphone right now nigga\nAnd I'm still struggle like a motherfucka to\npay my bills and eat my motherfuckin' meals nigga\nThat's real\n\nNiggas I'm around tellin' me they always feel the drama(the drama)\nCan't stand relationships and fuck my baby's mama\nJust send them all to the drama and keep spittin'\nAnd fuckin' these bitches one by one and keep hittin'\nIf you's a \"[?]\", fuck with me if you think I'm bullshittin'\nI'll take your ass to the house,\nthrow you over the couch and stick the dick in\nInfatuated with all your groupies cuz you love to go to the shows\nAnd go straight to the mo mo's makin' porno movies\nStick in, shit in and get Gucci\nPiss in your mouth, shit in your mouth and then I get out\nBut not before I smoke up all your doobies\nAnd stick the shit in your booty\nOne way trip to the factory\nSmoking up so much weed that I think I got somebody after me\nThe fact is G, movin' around the corner hittin' in my pimp \"[?]\"\n\"[???]\"\nAnd I still I do it all for the game, cuz niggas don't say no names\nYea I move but I'm still the same and man that's a \"[?]\"\n\nIn My Chuck Ts","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In My\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 163373\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yea\n  I'm gonna do this shit like this homie\n  This is real, it's been long time and coming nigga\n  I've been trying to put this\n  motherfuckin' album out for 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 years homie\n  Shit, wanted this motherfucker to be a\n  classic, a motherfucking masterpiece homie\n  You feel me on my shit nigga\n  You know what I'm saying,\n  because on the real homie if a motherfucker don't feel me on my shit\n  Then they motherfuckers just hatin' homie period,\n  they motherfuckin' lyin' and shit or they motherfuckin' hatin' homie\n  You know what I'm talkin' about, niggas can't even talk\n  Niggas can't you know what I'm sayin', niggas can't...\n\n  Niggas can't even talk about my gangsta cuz I'm steel\n  I'm still hittin' switches and bustin' a match of grill\n  Maniac in black and attackin' niggas like a 6-4\n  Comin' in on the top of the body of you and you bitch ho\n  I spit \"[?]\", so many bars and so many stars i see on TV\n  Can't even fuck with T-W-S-T\n  Believe me, I'm even the niggas that do it off the top\n  Hurts my brain, I can't believe you're rich and I am not\n  It must've been a plot rottin' to get you dirty-poo-ass niggas\n  Cuz where I'm from, you'll be the last niggas\n  To ever get on a stage without gettin' your ass beat\n  Not just as deep,\n  nigga hit the streets and come to south east(south east)\n  Gangbangin', khaki saggin', chuck-t's\n  Just post up for one second watch how fast they bust these\n  Niggas I'm fuckin' around out here, you say you have no fear\n  Better be true cuz niggas ain't fuckin' around on here\n\n  You know what i'm sayin' nigga that's real than a motherfucka\n  Nigga I've been doing this motherfuckin' music\n  thang nigga for so fuckin' god damn long homie\n  So motherfuckin' long nigga, you understand what i'm sayin',\n  and I'm still struggling like a motherfucka\n  as I speak on this microphone right now nigga\n  And I'm still struggle like a motherfucka to\n  pay my bills and eat my motherfuckin' meals nigga\n  That's real\n\n  Niggas I'm around tellin' me they always feel the drama(the drama)\n  Can't stand relationships and fuck my baby's mama\n  Just send them all to the drama and keep spittin'\n  And fuckin' these bitches one by one and keep hittin'\n  If you's a \"[?]\", fuck with me if you think I'm bullshittin'\n  I'll take your ass to the house,\n  throw you over the couch and stick the dick in\n  Infatuated with all your groupies cuz you love to go to the shows\n  And go straight to the mo mo's makin' porno movies\n  Stick in, shit in and get Gucci\n  Piss in your mouth, shit in your mouth and then I get out\n  But not before I smoke up all your doobies\n  And stick the shit in your booty\n  One way trip to the factory\n  Smoking up so much weed that I think I got somebody after me\n  The fact is G, movin' around the corner hittin' in my pimp \"[?]\"\n  \"[???]\"\n  And I still I do it all for the game, cuz niggas don't say no names\n  Yea I move but I'm still the same and man that's a \"[?]\"\n\n  In My Chuck Ts\n"},{"id":24103485,"name":"Ticklish","trackName":"Ticklish","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":169.61625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mmhmm\nYou ticklish ho?\nWon't you come over here, let me see if you ticklish\nLet me play with you for a moment\n\nIt's the...\nSick up in my brain that'll make you wonder\nLeavin' the pussy [leakin?] between the sheets that I put you under\nUp in the street when you in your slumber\nPulled the fuck up\nA couple of nights and I gots the number\nThen up in her guts\nAnd I met that bitch on the same day...\nAnd I done fucked a gang of bitches in the same way\nWalkin' up in the bedroom and since lit,\nmy dick will definitely,\nI'll make your pussy bleed bitch (make your pussy bleed bitch)\nFinna get up inside you and I ride you until you say \"hey\"\nFinna get that pussy drippin'...\nJust like Niagara Falls drippin' and I can tell by\nthe way she suck, this bitch is used to ball lickin'\nYou act like you ain't never saw chickens\nFuckin' in alley ways, and leavin' em all stricken\nAnd the pussy's gettin' steamed up\nMy pockets is gettin' creamed up\nAnd livin' it up because I'm greened up...\n\nAre you ticklish?\n\nAre you ticklish?\n\nAre you ticklish?\n\nIs what I asked that bitch\nAnd who know better to ask that shit before she pass that shit\nSome niggas is trippin',\nfo' the bitch get sick and wanna smash ya dick\nBut a nigga like this'll tell that bitch to bring the cash back, quick\nAnd baby I will seduce ya\nBring you up in the room so you can pussy fuck the ruler\nKnowin' all types of dick ran through ya but I'm still strapped\nCuz I fucked half of the bitches in the United states\nGet to strippin', stick my dick in,\npull it out and slap yo clit, you suck my feet and suck my dick bitch\nYou as my witness,\nmade you nut up out your butt, and if you [?] I am the shit bitch\nI'm Twisted Insane bitch\nThey call me the new Rick James bitch\nIf Biggy fucked all these hoes, then why can't I?\nCuz I got [?] that'll motivation and I'm that...\nGuy\n\nYa know what I'm sayin', (are you ticklish?\n)it's just because a nigga wanna know some things about you\nYa know what I'm sayin', that's really all\nNigga wanna get to know you, ya know what sayin',\na little bit better, ya know what I'm sayin', (are you ticklish?\n)maybe you and me could be a team,\nya know what I'm sayin'? (are you ticklish?)\nAnd we can be a muhfuckin' team,\nbut but we can't be a team if you ain't\nabout that green, ya know what I'm sayin'?\nBitch is lookin' at my dick like it's some\nkibbles \"[?]\"and you a \"[?]\" ya know what I'm sayin'?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ticklish\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 169616\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Mmhmm\n  You ticklish ho?\n  Won't you come over here, let me see if you ticklish\n  Let me play with you for a moment\n\n  It's the...\n  Sick up in my brain that'll make you wonder\n  Leavin' the pussy [leakin?] between the sheets that I put you under\n  Up in the street when you in your slumber\n  Pulled the fuck up\n  A couple of nights and I gots the number\n  Then up in her guts\n  And I met that bitch on the same day...\n  And I done fucked a gang of bitches in the same way\n  Walkin' up in the bedroom and since lit,\n  my dick will definitely,\n  I'll make your pussy bleed bitch (make your pussy bleed bitch)\n  Finna get up inside you and I ride you until you say \"hey\"\n  Finna get that pussy drippin'...\n  Just like Niagara Falls drippin' and I can tell by\n  the way she suck, this bitch is used to ball lickin'\n  You act like you ain't never saw chickens\n  Fuckin' in alley ways, and leavin' em all stricken\n  And the pussy's gettin' steamed up\n  My pockets is gettin' creamed up\n  And livin' it up because I'm greened up...\n\n  Are you ticklish?\n\n  Are you ticklish?\n\n  Are you ticklish?\n\n  Is what I asked that bitch\n  And who know better to ask that shit before she pass that shit\n  Some niggas is trippin',\n  fo' the bitch get sick and wanna smash ya dick\n  But a nigga like this'll tell that bitch to bring the cash back, quick\n  And baby I will seduce ya\n  Bring you up in the room so you can pussy fuck the ruler\n  Knowin' all types of dick ran through ya but I'm still strapped\n  Cuz I fucked half of the bitches in the United states\n  Get to strippin', stick my dick in,\n  pull it out and slap yo clit, you suck my feet and suck my dick bitch\n  You as my witness,\n  made you nut up out your butt, and if you [?] I am the shit bitch\n  I'm Twisted Insane bitch\n  They call me the new Rick James bitch\n  If Biggy fucked all these hoes, then why can't I?\n  Cuz I got [?] that'll motivation and I'm that...\n  Guy\n\n  Ya know what I'm sayin', (are you ticklish?\n  )it's just because a nigga wanna know some things about you\n  Ya know what I'm sayin', that's really all\n  Nigga wanna get to know you, ya know what sayin',\n  a little bit better, ya know what I'm sayin', (are you ticklish?\n  )maybe you and me could be a team,\n  ya know what I'm sayin'? (are you ticklish?)\n  And we can be a muhfuckin' team,\n  but but we can't be a team if you ain't\n  about that green, ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  Bitch is lookin' at my dick like it's some\n  kibbles \"[?]\"and you a \"[?]\" ya know what I'm sayin'?\n"},{"id":24014942,"name":"Animal Mindstate","trackName":"Animal Mindstate","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":176.904425,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mmph.\nYeah that!\nTwisted insane mmh\nWus hadnin niggas\nI said wus hadnin bitch!\nY-you muthafuckas\nYou niggas-s-nigga\nYou muthafuckas ain't bout this shit,\nyou niggas know what I'm talking bout on my shit nigga\nThats real hommie,\nget ready for my shit nigga cause i\nain't never gone stop on this muthfucka\n\nYes, \"[?]\" is in the house with the weed and the drank\nI'll just shoot you niggers in yo face (mmm)\nGrab your strap and your bag put some gas in the tank\nFor the \"[?]\" away\nAnd we gon' let the niggas (roll) -5x\nAnd we gon' let these bitches (ho) -5x\nAnd we gon' let these niggas (kill) -5x\nAnd we gon' let these bitches (steal) -5x\nSo \"[?]\"\n\nNah nah I know what you talking about though...\nCause the same ass shit \"[?]\" had happened to me but but\nI was... mad at this motherfucker and... I-I didn't\nI-I was like, I was like at first I was just gonna flex shit off like\nAnd then he just didn't wanna do nothing you know what I'm saying\nSo a nigga wasn't gonna do nothing you know what I'm saying\nBut... Twisted Insane shit you know what I'm saying\nI-I-I was listening to this shit at the time\nyou know and that nigga just be talking to you\nAnd that nigga made me just wanna just kill that nigga\nyou know so... I-I-I had grabbed the shrapnel I had (I had)\n\nYou know what I'm saying\nI had never had murderous aspirations before\nBut that bitch had did me wrong\nAnd I was listening to Twisted Insane at the time\nso I knew automatically that that bitch had to die\nAnd I also knew automatically that\nmotherfucker she was with had to die too\nBecause as far as I'm concerned she did me\nwrong so that motherfucker had did me wrong as well\nAnd it's all thanks to Twisted Insane that I knew\nthat, right then that I had to kill both them motherfuckers\nI gotta give it up to my man Twisted\n\nI hear you motherfuckers (you know what I'm sayin)\nNigga this shit is real nigga\nIt's the type of shit that I do nigga\nYou know what I'm saying nigga\nIt ain't my motherfucking fault nigga that my music make these\nniggas wanna get out there and s-smoke a motherfucking blunt nigga\nZoned out they motherfucking wits nigga go\nout there and smoke niggas and kill motherfuckers\nNigga... that's real nigga\nIt's like homie, the federal motherfucking governement homie\nThey probably gonna try and motherfucking ban a nigga like me\n(ban a nigga like me) (ban a nigga like me)\nJust for the simple fact nigga that motherfuckers\njust listen to my shit and get so zoned out nigga\nBecause my shit is so out of this motherfucking world home boy\nThat's real nigga who the fuck nigga\nI don't give a fuck though nigga\nI'ma keep doing my shit the same way nigga\nFor every nigga you know what I'm saying\nWhen the motherfuckers buying my shit nigga\n2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 17 years from now nigga\nIt's gonna be the same way\nHard as a motherfucker nigga\nGangsta shit nigga that's from the bottom up home boy\nThat's real\nSoutheast San Diego, California shit nigga\nBrains nigga San Diego motherfucking zoo nigga that's where I'm from\nMotherfucker\nTwisted Insane\nBrainsick!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Animal Mindstate\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 176904\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Mmph.\n  Yeah that!\n  Twisted insane mmh\n  Wus hadnin niggas\n  I said wus hadnin bitch!\n  Y-you muthafuckas\n  You niggas-s-nigga\n  You muthafuckas ain't bout this shit,\n  you niggas know what I'm talking bout on my shit nigga\n  Thats real hommie,\n  get ready for my shit nigga cause i\n  ain't never gone stop on this muthfucka\n\n  Yes, \"[?]\" is in the house with the weed and the drank\n  I'll just shoot you niggers in yo face (mmm)\n  Grab your strap and your bag put some gas in the tank\n  For the \"[?]\" away\n  And we gon' let the niggas (roll) -5x\n  And we gon' let these bitches (ho) -5x\n  And we gon' let these niggas (kill) -5x\n  And we gon' let these bitches (steal) -5x\n  So \"[?]\"\n\n  Nah nah I know what you talking about though...\n  Cause the same ass shit \"[?]\" had happened to me but but\n  I was... mad at this motherfucker and... I-I didn't\n  I-I was like, I was like at first I was just gonna flex shit off like\n  And then he just didn't wanna do nothing you know what I'm saying\n  So a nigga wasn't gonna do nothing you know what I'm saying\n  But... Twisted Insane shit you know what I'm saying\n  I-I-I was listening to this shit at the time\n  you know and that nigga just be talking to you\n  And that nigga made me just wanna just kill that nigga\n  you know so... I-I-I had grabbed the shrapnel I had (I had)\n\n  You know what I'm saying\n  I had never had murderous aspirations before\n  But that bitch had did me wrong\n  And I was listening to Twisted Insane at the time\n  so I knew automatically that that bitch had to die\n  And I also knew automatically that\n  motherfucker she was with had to die too\n  Because as far as I'm concerned she did me\n  wrong so that motherfucker had did me wrong as well\n  And it's all thanks to Twisted Insane that I knew\n  that, right then that I had to kill both them motherfuckers\n  I gotta give it up to my man Twisted\n\n  I hear you motherfuckers (you know what I'm sayin)\n  Nigga this shit is real nigga\n  It's the type of shit that I do nigga\n  You know what I'm saying nigga\n  It ain't my motherfucking fault nigga that my music make these\n  niggas wanna get out there and s-smoke a motherfucking blunt nigga\n  Zoned out they motherfucking wits nigga go\n  out there and smoke niggas and kill motherfuckers\n  Nigga... that's real nigga\n  It's like homie, the federal motherfucking governement homie\n  They probably gonna try and motherfucking ban a nigga like me\n  (ban a nigga like me) (ban a nigga like me)\n  Just for the simple fact nigga that motherfuckers\n  just listen to my shit and get so zoned out nigga\n  Because my shit is so out of this motherfucking world home boy\n  That's real nigga who the fuck nigga\n  I don't give a fuck though nigga\n  I'ma keep doing my shit the same way nigga\n  For every nigga you know what I'm saying\n  When the motherfuckers buying my shit nigga\n  2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 17 years from now nigga\n  It's gonna be the same way\n  Hard as a motherfucker nigga\n  Gangsta shit nigga that's from the bottom up home boy\n  That's real\n  Southeast San Diego, California shit nigga\n  Brains nigga San Diego motherfucking zoo nigga that's where I'm from\n  Motherfucker\n  Twisted Insane\n  Brainsick!\n"},{"id":23882611,"name":"Sweet Dreams","trackName":"Sweet Dreams","artistName":"Twisted Insane","albumName":"Shoot for the Face","duration":379.510125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Murder, bloody murder, nigga\nMurder, bloody murder, bitch\n\nPeople say I remind them of Michael\nMyers, rippin' niggas up with pliers like I'm psycho\nSmash 'em with the mask on, KILL 'EM\nThen hit the freeway gas and pass you niggas, my tank filled up with nitro\nAin't nobody fuckin' with me when I was dead broke\nA bum sleepin' on a park bench with nothin' to smoke\nAskin' I would ask can I just take a toke\nAnd everyone of you motherfuckers would all try to get ghost\n\nAnd now all the sudden niggas wanna act like they my best friend\nRoll blunts up for the shows and free bottles of Hen'\nYou can find a nigga with a bitch up in the back\nAnd that's some bullshit I ain't fuckin' with\nDrunk with a big pump, 'bout to sin\nHit a nigga with the one-two like I'm Popeye off spinach\nAlways the one poppin' it out, don't stop till I'm finished\nHumphrey Bogart, I go hard, these niggas think they so hard\nI reach up in they soul and make 'em show me they limits\n\nWalkin' like a scene from your nightmare, I'm right there\nWith a chainsaw, you look like you just saw a ghost\nEverybody and they motherfuckin' mama know, I will go\nAll up into your spot and be doin' the most\nBloodstains when the slugs came, nigga, silverback gorilla shit\nReally get my rocks off when the sawed off's just killin' shit\nBlack mamba venomous, hangin' like an orangutan\nBangin' all you niggas with this silverback gorilla shit\n\nUgly as Chewbacca but I'm a doctor with this wordplay\nAnnoying as them niggas in malls askin' you for surveys (surveys)\nRun up in you and hit you in the worst way\nAnd I don't really give a shit if it's your motherfuckin' birthday\nNever really gave a fuck though, I'm cutthroat, leanin'\nPeople comin' at me everyday for the new shit, they fiendin'\nQuit your daydreamin'\nTwisted Insane ready to hit your muthafucking brain up, I am the Last Demon!\n\nI am the Last Demon!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.16] Murder, bloody murder, nigga\n[00:01.92] Murder, bloody murder, bitch\n[00:16.41] People say I remind them of Michael\n[00:18.65] Myers, rippin' niggas up with pliers like I'm psycho\n[00:20.34] Smash 'em with the mask on, KILL 'EM\n[00:22.08] Then hit the freeway gas and pass you niggas, my tank filled up with nitro\n[00:24.55] Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when I was dead broke\n[00:26.29] A bum sleepin' on a park bench with nothin' to smoke\n[00:28.12] Askin' I would ask can I just take a toke\n[00:30.18] And everyone of you motherfuckers would all try to get ghost\n[00:32.23] And now all the sudden niggas wanna act like they my best friend\n[00:34.28] Roll blunts up for the shows and free bottles of Hen'\n[00:36.25] You can find a nigga with a bitch up in the back\n[00:38.03] And that's some bullshit I ain't fuckin' with\n[00:39.08] Drunk with a big pump, 'bout to sin\n[00:40.37] Hit a nigga with the one-two like I'm Popeye off spinach\n[00:42.15] Always the one poppin' it out, don't stop till I'm finished\n[00:44.26] Humphrey Bogart, I go hard, these niggas think they so hard\n[00:46.26] I reach up in they soul and make 'em show me they limits\n[00:48.45] Walkin' like a scene from your nightmare, I'm right there\n[00:50.36] With a chainsaw, you look like you just saw a ghost\n[00:52.22] Everybody and they motherfuckin' mama know, I will go\n[00:54.39] All up into your spot and be doin' the most\n[00:56.23] Bloodstains when the slugs came, nigga, silverback gorilla shit\n[00:58.35] Really get my rocks off when the sawed off's just killin' shit\n[01:00.24] Black mamba venomous, hangin' like an orangutan\n[01:02.08] Bangin' all you niggas with this silverback gorilla shit\n[01:03.33] Ugly as Chewbacca but I'm a doctor with this wordplay\n[01:06.52] Annoying as them niggas in malls askin' you for surveys (surveys)\n[01:08.45] Run up in you and hit you in the worst way\n[01:10.50] And I don't really give a shit if it's your motherfuckin' birthday\n[01:12.49] Never really gave a fuck though, I'm cutthroat, leanin'\n[01:14.37] People comin' at me everyday for the new shit, they fiendin'\n[01:16.32] Quit your daydreamin'\n[01:17.63] Twisted Insane ready to hit your muthafucking brain up, I am the Last Demon!\n[01:20.22] I am the Last Demon!\n[01:52.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sweet Dreams\n  artist: Twisted Insane\n  album: Shoot for the Face\n  duration_ms: 379510\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Murder, bloody murder, nigga\n  start_ms: 1160\n  end_ms: 1920\n- text: Murder, bloody murder, bitch\n  start_ms: 1920\n  end_ms: 16410\n- text: People say I remind them of Michael\n  start_ms: 16410\n  end_ms: 18650\n- text: Myers, rippin' niggas up with pliers like I'm psycho\n  start_ms: 18650\n  end_ms: 20340\n- text: Smash 'em with the mask on, KILL 'EM\n  start_ms: 20340\n  end_ms: 22080\n- text: Then hit the 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