[{"id":16403525,"name":"Bastard","trackName":"Bastard","artistName":"Tyler, The Creator","albumName":"Tyler, The Creator","duration":369.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right\nAnd any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put an 18-year-old nigga\nMakin' his own fuckin' beats, covers, videos and all that shit\nFuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerkin', LA-slauson rappin'\nFuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas\nNow back to the album\n\nWell, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC, and um, I'm guessin'\nThat your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehavin'\nUm, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday\nSo, just tell me somethin' about yourself\nWell look, if you don't talk, I mean these sessions are goin' to go slower\n\nThis is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep\nSome food for thought some food for death, go ahead and fuckin' eat\nMy father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet\nI cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed\nSomebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed\nThis meetin' just begun, nigga, I'm Satan's son\n\nMy mother raised me, a single parent, so it's apparent\nThat I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers\nAre much important, I'm gettin' angrier while recordin'\nI'm feelin' like the bulls, I've got a gang of wolves\nOdd Future is children that's fucked up on they mental\nSimple, but probably not, fuck 'em\n\nI'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck\nDrunk white girls, the only way I'll get my dick sucked\nSuspended from school, coolest nigga without effort\nEasy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard\nSoak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on\n'Cause this album pack enough evil\nThat you can't fit inside a Jansport\nGo to school with this\n\nI go from AP to JC inside a fuckin' week\nWakin' up with random girls like, \"Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?\"\nI stay with grandma, she always bitchin' about her carpet\nEvery time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit\nNo to drugs, I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes\nBy those that were slow as molasses\nTake this shit to school\n\nRaquel treat me like my father, like a fuckin' stranger\nShe still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her\nNot put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler\nAll because she said no to homecomin', demons runnin'\nInside my head tellin' me evil thoughts\nI'm the dream catcher, but nothin' but nightmares are caught\nGo to sleep\n\nI wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky\n\"Fuck me,\" the monster said, somehow the monster's dead\nInside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil\nWith this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble\nI'm on my grind feeble, my music is either\nA fucking sin or too illegal, play this shit in church\n\nI graduated without honors or fuckin' father\nHe died (I'm so sorry), no bitch, don't even fuckin' bother\nI wanted a brother, my mother I told her\nBut instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada\nSo both of our imaginations are creations of the fuckin' situation\nThat's having our brains racing like Dayton\nWearin' some fuckin' Heelys\n\nI know you fuckin' feel me, I want to fuckin' kill me\nThe times I'm so serious, yes, you think I'm silly\nI'm doin' Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11\nSeven, what's religion, nigga? I am legend\nI roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition\nI created O.F. 'cause I feel we're more talented\nThan 40-year-old rappers talkin' about Gucci\nWhen they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressin' their peers\n\nWith the same problem, the only way to solve them\nIs to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver\nLife's a salad, I'ma toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it\nShit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious\n'Cause my mother let me do what I want\nShe wasn't careless, protective she is the bear\nThe shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid\nMy father didn't give a fuck, so it's somethin' I inherit\n\nMy mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents\nWhen Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share\nThis confused boy, I wanna hug, oy\nI'm bad for you kids to listen to, soy is not the choice\nI'm bad milk, drink it\n\nWhoa, um, it seems you had a lot to say\nUh, who knows, I might feel as I'm evaluatin'\n\nMy wrist is all red from the cutter\nDrippin' cold blood like the winter, the summer\nIs never that's equivalent to me and Sarah\nWell, that's not her fuckin' name, but I think this shit is clever\nMy niggas wanna know if I'm fuckin', if I'm kissin'\nBut I'm sittin' here downin' beers simply just wishin'\nWith a tear they try to tell me, but I never listen\n'Cause I don't give a shit like sittin' down pissin'\n\n18, still talkin' to imaginaries\nHopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy\nLosers can never win me, you can never offend me\nMy goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully mom'll attend the\nCeremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal\nThis my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this\nFuck a deal, I just want my father's email\nSo I can tell him how much I fuckin' hate him in detail\n\nWow, um\nSo, Tyler, if-, if you had the chance to tell him somethin'\nWhat would you tell him?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.83] Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right\n[00:04.17] And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put an 18-year-old nigga\n[00:07.16] Makin' his own fuckin' beats, covers, videos and all that shit\n[00:10.01] Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerkin', LA-slauson rappin'\n[00:14.09] Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas\n[00:16.13] Now back to the album\n[00:18.72] Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC, and um, I'm guessin'\n[00:24.07] That your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehavin'\n[00:29.32] Um, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday\n[00:33.33] So, just tell me somethin' about yourself\n[00:38.84] Well look, if you don't talk, I mean these sessions are goin' to go slower\n[00:43.73] This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep\n[00:46.89] Some food for thought some food for death, go ahead and fuckin' eat\n[00:49.99] My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet\n[00:53.29] I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed\n[00:56.76] Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed\n[00:59.96] This meetin' just begun, nigga, I'm Satan's son\n[01:09.53] My mother raised me, a single parent, so it's apparent\n[01:13.14] That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers\n[01:16.44] Are much important, I'm gettin' angrier while recordin'\n[01:19.62] I'm feelin' like the bulls, I've got a gang of wolves\n[01:22.87] Odd Future is children that's fucked up on they mental\n[01:26.18] Simple, but probably not, fuck 'em\n[01:36.10] I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck\n[01:39.24] Drunk white girls, the only way I'll get my dick sucked\n[01:42.50] Suspended from school, coolest nigga without effort\n[01:46.17] Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard\n[01:49.06] Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on\n[01:51.87] 'Cause this album pack enough evil\n[01:53.77] That you can't fit inside a Jansport\n[01:57.83] Go to school with this\n[02:02.40] I go from AP to JC inside a fuckin' week\n[02:05.33] Wakin' up with random girls like, \"Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?\"\n[02:08.81] I stay with grandma, she always bitchin' about her carpet\n[02:11.93] Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit\n[02:15.63] No to drugs, I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes\n[02:19.74] By those that were slow as molasses\n[02:23.94] Take this shit to school\n[02:28.81] Raquel treat me like my father, like a fuckin' stranger\n[02:32.16] She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her\n[02:34.38] Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler\n[02:38.27] All because she said no to homecomin', demons runnin'\n[02:42.00] Inside my head tellin' me evil thoughts\n[02:44.37] I'm the dream catcher, but nothin' but nightmares are caught\n[02:49.55] Go to sleep\n[02:55.28] I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky\n[02:58.34] \"Fuck me,\" the monster said, somehow the monster's dead\n[03:01.62] Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil\n[03:05.12] With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble\n[03:08.38] I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either\n[03:10.67] A fucking sin or too illegal, play this shit in church\n[03:21.04] I graduated without honors or fuckin' father\n[03:24.56] He died (I'm so sorry), no bitch, don't even fuckin' bother\n[03:27.65] I wanted a brother, my mother I told her\n[03:29.94] But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada\n[03:34.20] So both of our imaginations are creations of the fuckin' situation\n[03:38.86] That's having our brains racing like Dayton\n[03:42.71] Wearin' some fuckin' Heelys\n[03:47.77] I know you fuckin' feel me, I want to fuckin' kill me\n[03:50.83] The times I'm so serious, yes, you think I'm silly\n[03:54.28] I'm doin' Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11\n[03:57.11] Seven, what's religion, nigga? I am legend\n[04:00.84] I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition\n[04:04.12] I created O.F. 'cause I feel we're more talented\n[04:07.11] Than 40-year-old rappers talkin' about Gucci\n[04:09.86] When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressin' their peers\n[04:13.96] With the same problem, the only way to solve them\n[04:17.15] Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver\n[04:20.21] Life's a salad, I'ma toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it\n[04:23.47] Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious\n[04:26.72] 'Cause my mother let me do what I want\n[04:28.99] She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear\n[04:31.73] The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid\n[04:34.83] My father didn't give a fuck, so it's somethin' I inherit\n[04:40.17] My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents\n[04:43.49] When Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share\n[04:46.80] This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy\n[04:49.61] I'm bad for you kids to listen to, soy is not the choice\n[04:53.32] I'm bad milk, drink it\n[04:58.92] Whoa, um, it seems you had a lot to say\n[05:03.50] Uh, who knows, I might feel as I'm evaluatin'\n[05:06.99] My wrist is all red from the cutter\n[05:09.67] Drippin' cold blood like the winter, the summer\n[05:12.86] Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah\n[05:15.84] Well, that's not her fuckin' name, but I think this shit is clever\n[05:19.41] My niggas wanna know if I'm fuckin', if I'm kissin'\n[05:22.47] But I'm sittin' here downin' beers simply just wishin'\n[05:25.71] With a tear they try to tell me, but I never listen\n[05:29.02] 'Cause I don't give a shit like sittin' down pissin'\n[05:33.14] 18, still talkin' to imaginaries\n[05:36.04] Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy\n[05:39.21] Losers can never win me, you can never offend me\n[05:42.85] My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully mom'll attend the\n[05:46.08] Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal\n[05:49.43] This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this\n[05:52.66] Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email\n[05:55.45] So I can 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I am legend\n  I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition\n  I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented\n  Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci\n  When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers\n  With the same problem, the only way to solve them\n  Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver\n  Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it\n  Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious\n  Cause my mother let me do what I want\n  She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear\n  The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid\n  My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit\n  My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents\n  When Danielle or Malonda decide to fucking share\n  This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I'm bad for you kids to listen to\n  Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it\n\n  Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say\n  Uh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating\n\n  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My wrist is all red from the cutter\n  Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer\n  Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah\n  Well that's not her name, but I think this shit is clever\n  My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing\n  But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing\n  With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen\n  Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing\n  Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries\n  Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy\n  Losers can never win me, you can never offend me\n  My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the\n  Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal\n  This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this\n  Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email\n  So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail\n\n  Wow, umm, so Tyler if you had the chance to tell him something\n  What would you tell 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about her carpet\n[02:11.88] Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit\n[02:15.41] No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes\n[02:19.68] By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school\n[02:28.39] Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger\n[02:31.66] She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her\n[02:34.34] Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler\n[02:38.19] All because she said no to homecoming, demons running\n[02:41.34] Inside my head telling me evil thoughts\n[02:44.31] I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught,\n[02:49.49] Go to sleep\n[02:54.75] I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky\n[02:57.92] Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead\n[03:01.22] Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil\n[03:04.74] With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble\n[03:07.98] I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil\n[03:10.54] My fucking 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I am legend\n  I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition\n  I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented\n  Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci\n  When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers\n  With the same problem, the only way to solve them\n  Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver\n  Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it\n  Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious\n  Cause my mother let me do what I want\n  She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear\n  The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid\n  My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit\n  My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents\n  When Danielle or Malonda decide to fucking share\n  This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I'm bad for you kids to listen to\n  Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it\n\n  Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say\n  Uh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating\n\n  My wrist is all red from the cutter\n  Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer\n  Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah\n  Well that's not her name, but I think this shit is clever\n  My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing\n  But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing\n  With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen\n  Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing\n  Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries\n  Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy\n  Losers can never win me, you can never offend me\n  My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the\n  Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal\n  This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this\n  Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email\n  So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail\n\n  Wow, umm, so Tyler if you had the chance to tell him something\n  What would you tell 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Check my French\nIf you cop my shit you better check my French,\nMotherf-cker\nI make it move check my French\nI speak English but check my French\nYour hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch\n\nI guess I left my dick nitty up in the cupboard\nCause every girl im digging, when im digging in her pussy\nIm never using a rubber\nBut fuck it I guess i gotta steach it out like it was flubber\nAnd leave it drippin green and red like it was devil cheese buggers\nChewin on cum like bubble gum from hubbard\nThis bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shimp\n(Laughing)\nYo Im seventeen, already sniffin blow\nI tell my friends its asthmary time I itch my throat\n\nI got a new show for MTV, \"Pimp My Boat\"\nCause some bitch said my semen was dirty, thats silly ho\nThe most that they can do is find me, Im hiding\nSomewhere where Christians cant find me\nOh no Mister Stokes I dont like misters no\nDont tell R. Kelly where my sister goes\n\nYou little niggas better check my French\nYou getting money better check my French\nAhh, what time is it, huh? Check my French\nIf you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka\nI make it move check my French\nI speak English but check my French\nYour hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch\n\nYo you little niggas better check my french\nI got allstars and you can check my bench\nLeft Brain super three, Creator Ace puttin the expressions in music and create the face\nOf the picture, punchline figured out ahhh I get you\nNo you dont nigga so why dont you go figure\nYou seem confused anyway, pressure enough?\nYou the type to do the choke when the pressure is up\nThe pressure is to pump and pressure is us\nBitches havin eargasms and the pleasure is us\nNiggas wanna B.O.F. and write letters to us\nCompetition's competition, yo you better than us?\nDigest what Im sayin? I dont think so\nWe sick shit, throw it up down in the sink yo\nThe odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes\nWe think sorta odd so we think so\n\nCrusin in my go kart at walmart sellin cupcakes\nGo ahead admit it faggot this shit is tighter then buttrape\nThat evolves Ballpark franks and silver duct tape\nPornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornos\nYou homos is loco your prolly drinking cuervo\nWith some vatos with the door closed watchin zorro you homos","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.75] Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla\n[00:05.37] She trying to get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella\n[00:09.47] When it comes to your perception of my shit I'm Helen Keller\n[00:12.24] When it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you\n[00:15.37] Smell the rectum I'm like a chromosome i always X them\n[00:18.87] Like Wolverine steps in attacking a deadly weapon\n[00:22.18] I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin,\n[00:25.23] And f-ck Mary in her ass... ha ha... yo\n[00:29.13] I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest\n[00:31.48] In the three bear house eating their motherf-cking porridge\n[00:34.86] I tell her it's my house, give her a tour\n[00:37.82] In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage\n[00:41.37] Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit\n[00:44.42] Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging\n[00:47.86] And please never disrespect my set with cannons\n[00:50.80] Hanging from my neck like it's a motherf-cking circus\n[00:53.97] You little n-ggas better check my French\n[00:57.13] You getting money better check my French\n[01:00.16] Ah, what time is it, huh? 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Kelly where my sister goes\n[02:10.00] You little niggas better check my French\n[02:12.95] You getting money better check my French\n[02:15.90] Ahh, what time is it, huh? 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I dont think so\n[03:16.29] We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink yo\n[03:19.07] The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes\n[03:22.15] We think sorta odd so we think so\n[03:25.68] Crusin in my go kart at walmart sellin cupcakes\n[03:28.34] Go ahead admit it faggot this shit is tighter then buttrape\n[03:31.62] That evolves Ballpark franks and silver duct tape\n[03:34.72] Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornos\n[03:37.88] You homos is loco your prolly drinking cuervo\n[03:40.97] With some vatos with the door closed watchin zorro you homos\n[03:43.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: French! feat. 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I'mma slip it in the tape deck\nBut put it in slowmo, I don't wanna bust the tape yet, press play\nNow this is what I call an evening\nA live show, almost equivalent to screening\nYou're dream movie? I'm the clearest copy\nNow time for Blow, I'm Johnny deep with the rarest poppy\nSnort a little, now you're getting groovy\nCause I'll kill if I find out you're watching some other movies, bitch\n\nPress my buttons baby\nPress my fuckin' buttons baby\nPress my buttons baby, yeah, yeah\nPress my buttons baby\nPress my fuckin' buttons baby\nPress my buttons baby (Bitch, bitch)\nPress my buttons baby\nPress my fuckin' buttons baby\nPress please... 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Check my French\nIf you cop my shit you better check my French,\nMotherf-cker\nI'm making moves, check my French\nI speak English but check my French\nYour hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch\n\nI guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard\nCause every girl im digging, when im digging in her pussy\nIm never using a rubber\nBut fuck it I guess i gotta steach it out like it was flubber\nAnd leave it drippin green and red like it was doubble cheese buggers\nChewin on cum like bubble gum from hubbard\nThis bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shimp\n(Laughing)\nYo Im seventeen, already sniffin blow\nI tell my friends its asthma every time I start to itch my throat\nI got a new show for MTV, \"Pimp My Boat\"\nCause some bitch said my semen was dirty, that silly ho\nThe most that they can do is find me, Im hiding\nSomewhere where Chris Stokes cant find me\nOh no Mister Stokes I dont like misters no\nDont tell R. Kelly, where my little sister go?\n\nYou little niggas better check my French\nYou getting money better check my French\nAhh, what time is it, huh? Check my French\nIf you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka\nIm making moves check my French\nI speak English but check my French\nYour hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch\n\nYo you little niggas better check my french\nI got allstars and you can check my bench\nLeft Brain, super three, Creator Ace puttin the expressions in music and create the face\nOf the picture, punchline figured out ahhh I get you\nNo you dont nigga so why dont you go figure\nYou seem confused anyway, pressure enough?\nYou the type of dude to choke when the pressure is up\nThe pressure is to pump and pressure is us\nBitches havin eargasms and the pleasure is us\nNiggas wanna be O.F. and write letters to us\nCompetition's competition, yo you better than us?\nDigest what Im sayin? I dont think so\nWe sick shit, throw it up down in the sink yo\nThe odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes\nWe think sorta odd so we think so\n\nCrusin in my go kart at walmart sellin cupcakes\nGo ahead admit it faggot this shit is tighter then buttrape\nThat involves Ballpark franks and silver duct tape\nPornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornos\nYou homos is loco your prolly drinking cuervo\nWith some vatos with the door closed watchin zorro you homos","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.01] Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla\n[00:05.08] She trying to get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella\n[00:09.04] When it comes to your perception of my shit I'm Helen Keller\n[00:12.09] When it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you\n[00:14.03] Smell the rectum I'm like a chromosome i always X them\n[00:18.18] Like Wolverine steps in attacking a deadly weapon\n[00:21.11] I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin,\n[00:24.16] And f-ck Mary in her ass... ha ha... yo\n[00:29.15] I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest\n[00:31.16] In the three bear house eating their motherf-cking porridge\n[00:34.12] I tell her it's my house, give her a tour\n[00:37.15] In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage\n[00:40.23] Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit\n[00:44.02] Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging\n[00:48.04] And please never disrespect my set with cannons\n[00:50.00] Hanging from my neck like it's a motherf-cking circus\n[00:53.00] You little n-ggas better check my French\n[00:57.01] You getting money better check my French\n[00:59.02] Ah, what time is it, huh? 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Kelly, where my little sister go?\n[02:08.27] You little niggas better check my French\n[02:12.29] You getting money better check my French\n[02:15.24] Ahh, what time is it, huh? 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I dont think so\n[03:15.55] We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink yo\n[03:18.58] The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes\n[03:21.59] We think sorta odd so we think so\n[03:24.55] Crusin in my go kart at walmart sellin cupcakes\n[03:27.54] Go ahead admit it faggot this shit is tighter then buttrape\n[03:30.54] That involves Ballpark franks and silver duct tape\n[03:34.64] Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornos\n[03:37.54] You homos is loco your prolly drinking cuervo\n[03:39.68] With some vatos with the door closed watchin zorro you homos\n[04:01.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: French!\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Bastard\n  duration_ms: 84000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Got all the black bitches back 'cause my main bitch vanilla\n  start_ms: 2460\n  end_ms: 5900\n  words:\n  - text: 'Got '\n    start_ms: 2460\n  - text: 'all '\n    start_ms: 2751\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 3041\n  - text: 'black '\n    start_ms: 3061\n  - 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Check my French\nIf you cop my shit you better check my French,\nMotherf-cker\nI make it move check my French\nI speak English but check my French\nYour hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch\n\nI guess I left my dick nitty up in the cupboard\nCause every girl im digging, when im digging in her pussy\nIm never using a rubber\nBut fuck it I guess i gotta steach it out like it was flubber\nAnd leave it drippin green and red like it was devil cheese buggers\nChewin on cum like bubble gum from hubbard\nThis bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shimp\n(Laughing)\nYo Im seventeen, already sniffin blow\nI tell my friends its asthmary time I itch my throat\n\nI got a new show for MTV, \"Pimp My Boat\"\nCause some bitch said my semen was dirty, thats silly ho\nThe most that they can do is find me, Im hiding\nSomewhere where Christians cant find me\nOh no Mister Stokes I dont like misters no\nDont tell R. Kelly where my sister goes\n\nYou little niggas better check my French\nYou getting money better check my French\nAhh, what time is it, huh? Check my French\nIf you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka\nI make it move check my French\nI speak English but check my French\nYour hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch\n\nYo you little niggas better check my french\nI got allstars and you can check my bench\nLeft Brain super three, Creator Ace puttin the expressions in music and create the face\nOf the picture, punchline figured out ahhh I get you\nNo you dont nigga so why dont you go figure\nYou seem confused anyway, pressure enough?\nYou the type to do the choke when the pressure is up\nThe pressure is to pump and pressure is us\nBitches havin eargasms and the pleasure is us\nNiggas wanna B.O.F. and write letters to us\nCompetition's competition, yo you better than us?\nDigest what Im sayin? 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Check my French\n  If you cop my shit you better check my French,\n  Motherf-cker\n  I make it move check my French\n  I speak English but check my French\n  Your hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitch\n\n  I guess I left my dick nitty up in the cupboard\n  Cause every girl im digging, when im digging in her pussy\n  Im never using a rubber\n  But fuck it I guess i gotta steach it out like it was flubber\n  And leave it drippin green and red like it was devil cheese buggers\n  Chewin on cum like bubble gum from hubbard\n  This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shimp\n  (Laughing)\n  Yo Im seventeen, already sniffin blow\n  I tell my friends its asthmary time I itch my throat\n\n  I got a new show for MTV, \"Pimp My Boat\"\n  Cause some bitch said my semen was dirty, thats silly ho\n  The most that they can do is find me, Im hiding\n  Somewhere where Christians cant find me\n  Oh no Mister Stokes I dont like misters no\n  Dont tell R. 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Think I'm sad? Bitch, you fucking know my dad\n[00:18.27] He wears his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his dick\n[00:21.71] You's a fag, you like that shit, OF is the fucking clique\n[00:25.27] I'm going off the top of the brain\n[00:27.14] Nigga, don't know how to rap, but I'm in the game\n[00:30.10] Fuck that shit, I'on't give a fuck\n[00:32.47] I'm back up in the fucking club, niggas know I'm at the mall\n[00:36.01] Eating chips with my drawers, how you doin'? How you fall?\n[00:39.56] Swag, swag, swag, swag\n[00:43.56] Swag, swag, swag, swag\n[00:46.90] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[00:48.52] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[00:50.18] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[00:51.91] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[00:53.76] Eat my ass, lick my balls\n[00:55.56] Bitch, I'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas, eating ham (Mmm) (Yo)\n[01:00.29] Bitch, I got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad\n[01:04.36] I don't know my fucking dad, what is this? A fucking purse?\n[01:08.00] I ain't fucking Mexican, but we can have sex again\n[01:11.47] With your sister, with no rubber (Alexis' real name is Alex)\n[01:15.13] What the fuck? That's your fucking brother?\n[01:16.82] I ain't with that jerkin' shit\n[01:18.56] Unless, it's Steve Harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick\n[01:22.45] Swag, swag, swag, swag (Woo, woo, woo, woo)\n[01:29.30] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[01:31.02] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[01:32.80] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[01:34.51] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[01:36.45] Swag, swag, swag\n[01:38.94] Swag, SWAG, SWAG, SWAG\n[01:46.61] Oh no, oh no, oh no\n[01:51.36] Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag\n[01:59.71] I'm with your girlfriend, eating chips\n[02:01.30] Mmm, stop the beat, bitch\n[02:03.15] Uh, oh, oh, shit, fuck, mmm, mmm\n[02:12.12] Wait, stop the beat\n[02:13.92] Alright, yeah, nigga, I was in the mall\n[02:17.15] With my niggas, busting triggers, yee, swag\n[02:20.88] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[02:22.58] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[02:24.35] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[02:26.10] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[02:28.06] Swag, swag, swag, swag\n[02:32.03] Swag, swag, swag, swag\n[02:35.44] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[02:36.83] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[02:38.71] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[02:40.38] Tina, perm your fucking weave\n[02:42.74] Bitches, hoes, weaves, leather jackets (Fuck Craig, nigga don't know)\n[02:49.59] Bitches, weaves, hoes, leather jackets\n[02:56.49] Bitches, weaves, hoes, swag (I'ma kill you and that fucking baby, bitch)\n[03:07.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tina (feat. 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Aight, where the jeans at?\r\nThe hat, the crew, the T-shirt is Supreme\r\nUh\r\nAnd they see me, they play \"Pictionary\"\r\nI got a good way with words like a dictionary\r\nAnd in that dictionary, my name is by \"Fresh\"\r\nThey at the same spot, they making no progress\r\nBecoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process\r\nEar-gasms, they have them\r\nThe hotels we staying in twelve-star\r\nTyler said, \"Yo, Casey, just write a twelve-bar\"\r\nIf I'm with twelve people, I'm with twelve stars\r\nYou haters put up your guards\r\nThey against us? 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Aight, where the jeans at?\r\n[01:48.08]The hat, the crew, the T-shirt is Supreme\r\n[01:50.93]Uh\r\n[01:52.36]And they see me, they play \"Pictionary\"\r\n[01:54.43]I got a good way with words like a dictionary\r\n[01:57.40]And in that dictionary, my name is by \"Fresh\"\r\n[02:00.27]They at the same spot, they making no progress\r\n[02:03.43]Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process\r\n[02:06.73]Ear-gasms, they have them\r\n[02:08.62]The hotels we staying in twelve-star\r\n[02:10.86]Tyler said, \"Yo, Casey, just write a twelve-bar\"\r\n[02:13.47]If I'm with twelve people, I'm with twelve stars\r\n[02:16.25]You haters put up your guards\r\n[02:18.75]They against us? Oh, no\r\n[02:20.69]Red and white diamonds, Supreme, box logo\r\n[02:23.85]\r\n","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Odd Toddlers (feat. 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I'ma slip it in the tape deck\nBut put it in slow-mo, I don't want to bust the tape yet, press play\nNow this is what I call an evening\nA live show, almost equivalent to the screening\nYour dream movie? I'm the clearest copy\nNow time for Blow, I'm Johnny deep with the rarest poppy\nSnort a little, now you're getting groovy\n'Cause I'll kill you if I find out you're watching some other movies, bitch\nPress my buttons baby\nPress my fucking buttons baby\nPress my buttons baby\nBitch\nPress my buttons baby\nPress my fucking buttons baby\nPress my buttons baby (O.F.)\nBitch\nPress my buttons baby\nPress my fucking buttons baby\nPress, please\nStop!\nDanielle, Danielle, yeah you heard about Raquel\nWell that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell\nPut the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail\nLock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key\nCan I sleep over\nAnd wake up next to you? (I want you bad)\nI want to feel you near\nJust let me whisper in your ear\nUm\nWe can kick it on the couch, blunt you can roll it up\nBut I'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room\nI just want to kick it, kick it for the rest\nI skated all day, I just need some rest and your breasts\nCan I sleep over\nAnd wake up next to you?\nI want to feel you near\nJust let me whisper in your ear\nUm\nWe can count the stars on the hood of your father's car\nHe's a buster anyway, I can take him any day\nLook into your eyes I realize that I like you so much\nThat was corny, now I'm horny, can I have a kiss? Kiss\nCan I sleep over\nAnd wake up next to you? (Bitch)\nI want to feel you near (Yeah, got you, bitch)\nJust let me whisper in your ear\nUm\nWe both teenagers with the same mind state\nHow about some ice cream and some South Park for this first date?\nYour cat is waiting for that raw fish, I can't wait\nGet it?\nCan I sleep over\nAnd wake up next to you?\nI want to feel you near\nJust let me whisper in your ear\nUm\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.71] Yeah, haha\n[00:03.29] I don't want to play you\n[00:04.26] I just want to tape you undressing\n[00:06.12] And I'll lay you down and record soft porn\n[00:09.05] If it's romance then it's hardcore\n[00:11.57] If it's horror, pop the popcorn\n[00:13.38] The thoughts to rape you really turns me on\n[00:15.89] Press my buttons baby\n[00:17.24] Just to press buttons\n[00:18.72] Press my buttons baby\n[00:20.32] Yeah\n[00:21.83] Press my buttons baby\n[00:23.50] Press my fucking buttons baby\n[00:24.92] Press my buttons baby\n[00:26.66] Bitch\n[00:27.91] You're my favorite show, any chance I get I try to watch\n[00:30.91] Die-hard fans can't stop with the tapings\n[00:34.34] Sort of like a psycho when I can't stop with the rapings\n[00:37.35] Of the VHS, especially during sex, baby\n[00:40.67] Press my buttons baby\n[00:42.12] Press my fucking buttons baby\n[00:43.85] Press my buttons baby\n[00:45.25] Yeah\n[00:46.91] Press my buttons baby\n[00:48.23] Press my fucking buttons baby\n[00:50.16] Press my buttons baby\n[00:51.57] Bitch\n[00:52.86] Ready to watch? I'ma slip it in the tape deck\n[00:55.37] But put it in slow-mo, I don't want to bust the tape yet, press play\n[00:59.26] Now this is what I call an evening\n[01:02.32] A live show, almost equivalent to the screening\n[01:05.30] Your dream movie? I'm the clearest copy\n[01:08.75] Now time for Blow, I'm Johnny deep with the rarest poppy\n[01:12.70] Snort a little, now you're getting groovy\n[01:14.79] 'Cause I'll kill you if I find out you're watching some other movies, bitch\n[01:18.68] Press my buttons baby\n[01:19.56] Press my fucking buttons baby\n[01:21.36] Press my buttons baby\n[01:22.60] Bitch\n[01:24.84] Press my buttons baby\n[01:26.17] Press my fucking buttons baby\n[01:27.65] Press my buttons baby (O.F.)\n[01:29.06] Bitch\n[01:30.41] Press my buttons baby\n[01:32.09] Press my fucking buttons baby\n[01:33.75] Press, please\n[01:35.39] Stop!\n[01:44.64] Danielle, Danielle, yeah you heard about Raquel\n[01:47.59] Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell\n[01:50.74] Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail\n[01:53.98] Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key\n[01:57.07] Can I sleep over\n[01:59.69] And wake up next to you? (I want you bad)\n[02:03.22] I want to feel you near\n[02:06.24] Just let me whisper in your ear\n[02:09.24] Um\n[02:10.76] We can kick it on the couch, blunt you can roll it up\n[02:13.60] But I'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room\n[02:16.94] I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest\n[02:20.17] I skated all day, I just need some rest and your breasts\n[02:23.57] Can I sleep over\n[02:25.52] And wake up next to you?\n[02:28.96] I want to feel you near\n[02:32.06] Just let me whisper in your ear\n[02:35.29] Um\n[02:36.41] We can count the stars on the hood of your father's car\n[02:39.69] He's a buster anyway, I can take him any day\n[02:42.90] Look into your eyes I realize that I like you so much\n[02:46.58] That was corny, now I'm horny, can I have a kiss? Kiss\n[02:49.94] Can I sleep over\n[02:51.47] And wake up next to you? (Bitch)\n[02:55.03] I want to feel you near (Yeah, got you, bitch)\n[02:58.05] Just let me whisper in your ear\n[03:00.54] Um\n[03:02.60] We both teenagers with the same mind state\n[03:05.56] How about some ice cream and some South Park for this first date?\n[03:08.84] Your cat is waiting for that raw fish, I can't wait\n[03:13.78] Get it?\n[03:14.96] Can I sleep over\n[03:17.61] And wake up next to you?\n[03:20.85] I want to feel you near\n[03:24.10] Just let me whisper in your ear\n[03:26.62] Um\n[03:28.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: VCR Wheels\n  artist: Tyler, The Creator\n  album: Bastard\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, haha\n  start_ms: 1710\n  end_ms: 3290\n- text: I don't want to play you\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4260\n- text: I just want to tape you undressing\n  start_ms: 4260\n  end_ms: 6120\n- text: And I'll lay you down and record soft porn\n  start_ms: 6120\n  end_ms: 9050\n- text: If it's romance then it's hardcore\n  start_ms: 9050\n  end_ms: 11570\n- text: If it's horror, pop the popcorn\n  start_ms: 11570\n  end_ms: 13380\n- text: The thoughts to rape you really turns me on\n  start_ms: 13380\n  end_ms: 15890\n- text: Press my buttons baby\n  start_ms: 15890\n  end_ms: 17240\n- text: Just to press buttons\n  start_ms: 17240\n  end_ms: 18720\n- text: Press my buttons baby\n  start_ms: 18720\n  end_ms: 20320\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 20320\n  end_ms: 21830\n- text: Press my buttons baby\n  start_ms: 21830\n  end_ms: 23500\n- text: Press my fucking buttons baby\n  start_ms: 23500\n  end_ms: 24920\n- text: Press my buttons baby\n  start_ms: 24920\n  end_ms: 26660\n- text: Bitch\n  start_ms: 26660\n  end_ms: 27910\n- text: You're my favorite show, any chance I get I try to watch\n  start_ms: 27910\n  end_ms: 30910\n- text: Die-hard fans can't stop with the tapings\n  start_ms: 30910\n  end_ms: 34340\n- text: Sort of like a psycho when I can't stop with the rapings\n  start_ms: 34340\n  end_ms: 37350\n- text: Of the VHS, especially during sex, baby\n  start_ms: 37350\n  end_ms: 40670\n- text: Press my buttons baby\n  start_ms: 40670\n  end_ms: 42120\n- text: Press my fucking buttons baby\n  start_ms: 42120\n  end_ms: 43850\n- text: Press my buttons baby\n  start_ms: 43850\n  end_ms: 45250\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 45250\n  end_ms: 46910\n- text: Press my buttons baby\n  start_ms: 46910\n  end_ms: 48230\n- text: Press my fucking buttons baby\n  start_ms: 48230\n  end_ms: 50160\n- text: Press my buttons baby\n  start_ms: 50160\n  end_ms: 51570\n- text: Bitch\n  start_ms: 51570\n  end_ms: 52860\n- text: Ready to watch? 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All you old niggas antiques\nWe go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy\nBitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy (Watching Billy and Mandy)\nMotherfuckers wanna be Odd but you can't be (Can't be, heh)\nSit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot (Faggot, ayy)\nI guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper\nFrom Los Ange' area anytime I'm fucking landing\nFuck (Fuck) 2DopeBoyz and NahRight\nShoutout (Shoutout) to Hype Trak, them motherfuckers could never get rid of me\nGuess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy\nGet these fucking hip-hop bloggers to start feeling me\nBecause I'm seventeen, compose my own beats\nLyrically I'm dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine\nMaybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans\nAnd follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipede\nCentipede, make songs about Gucci and ciga-weed\nJerk with my freshmen like it's some motherfucking little league\nNo, I'm not no fucking hipster, mister\nNo, I'm not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me\nCollaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies (Fuck buddies, O-F)\nYo, yo\nI'm driving in a stolen truck, and I'm probably fucking drunk\nWasted as fuck, can't walk it out, DJ Unk (Uh!)\nMy nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked\n(Shut the fuck up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke? (Me)\nFuck everybody here, everybody vanished\nI'm managed, hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich\nEverybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish\n(You know what? 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All you old niggas antiques\n[01:19.07] We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from Randy\n[01:21.91] Bitches like Tia Landry watching Billy and Mandy (Watching Billy and Mandy)\n[01:24.67] Motherfuckers wanna be Odd but you can't be (Can't be, heh)\n[01:27.69] Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot (Faggot, ayy)\n[01:33.36] I guess I got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper\n[01:35.92] From Los Ange' area anytime I'm fucking landing\n[01:38.83] Fuck (Fuck) 2DopeBoyz and NahRight\n[01:40.97] Shoutout (Shoutout) to Hype Trak, them motherfuckers could never get rid of me\n[01:44.59] Guess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy\n[01:47.29] Get these fucking hip-hop bloggers to start feeling me\n[01:50.20] Because I'm seventeen, compose my own beats\n[01:52.36] Lyrically I'm dope enough to ass-fuck the dude who made nicotine\n[01:55.87] Maybe I should buy some Hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans\n[01:58.57] And follow in your footsteps like a motherfucking millipede\n[02:01.50] Centipede, make songs about Gucci and ciga-weed\n[02:04.22] Jerk with my freshmen like it's some motherfucking little league\n[02:07.18] No, I'm not no fucking hipster, mister\n[02:09.42] No, I'm not no fucking Kid Cudi, all my fucking fans love me\n[02:12.69] Collaboration hits for fans screaming fuck buddies (Fuck buddies, O-F)\n[02:15.65] Yo, yo\n[02:17.86] I'm driving in a stolen truck, and I'm probably fucking drunk\n[02:21.35] Wasted as fuck, can't walk it out, DJ Unk (Uh!)\n[02:24.34] My nose is filled with coke and my license is revoked\n[02:27.01] (Shut the fuck up!) Who the fuck told me not to spoke? (Me)\n[02:30.07] Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished\n[02:32.39] I'm managed, hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich\n[02:35.26] Everybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish\n[02:38.87] (You know what? 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