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muddaken - baang!! lyrics

[verse 1]
i don’t rely on luck, don’t take any rest, don’t give a f+ck
i am desperate when it comes to rapping
i ain’t the best, i ain’t anyone’s favorite, yeah
got a box full of cds on my previous lp, why?
n0body buys physical copies in the twenty+first century
my own bro said my music is sh+t as if you’s doing anything
you’re making fries part time at burger king for a f+cking living
he could be right though, i think i may just be a bozo
don’t get mad by horrible facts
it just spurs like [?] attacks
d+mn, grow the ego over the gram
they’ll do anything over the clout
get the f+ck out, knock yourself out
you spend over a k for a gold chain as another way to upgradе
you’ve got fame, that’s up for debatе
you’re on [?] cl!ckbait
listen up, listen up, aiyo, listen up
you’re all mad at the [?], suck it up
truth be told you’re paranoid ‘cause you’re out their causing a fuss
yo, give it up, give it u, aiyo, give it up
you can talk but you won’t show up
yeah, if you got something to lose, don’t act tough ‘cause you can’t undo

[bridge]
what’s the summary of this song?
heck, even i don’t know, i’m just blabbering on
there’s no synopsis
cut you up and put you in boxes
send them all to the post office to your parents as parting gifts
i see blood like dawn of the dead
overall i’m f+cked in the head
[hook]
bang
i got hit in the head like blam
no more bars in my memory bank
so once again my mind’s gone blank

bang
i got hit in the head like blam
no more bars in my memory bank
so once again my mind’s gone blank

[verse 2]
get passed my limits, i’ma lose my wits
i’ma lose my sh+t like a magic trick
if i say i’m a pacifist, noted, i’m just (a hypocrite)
yeah, get f+cked from a critical hit
i’ma sit back and chill for a bit
if i get mad, i’ll throw you a brick
you better hope for no brain damage
if it be, it is what it is
don’t take this song seriously
i’m stuck in a world where everybody’s pc
things are f+cked [?] twenties
i don’t wanna cope, another pair of nikes
all my days, so many f+cks here
outta my way, outta my face
who the f+ck are you, c+nt? you’re just a wannabe
think you’re a gangster, you’re a loser
b+tch, you don’t try hard, see that easily
no, you are not hard, you’re a softy
you’re just a pr+ck, man, [?] waste, man
claim you’re a big man, nah, you’re fake, man
throw your ego over the clout
get the f+ck out, knock yourself out
[bridge]
what’s the summary of this song?
heck, even i don’t know, i’m just blabbering on
there’s no synopsis
cut you up and put you in boxes
send them all to the post office to your parents as parting gifts
i see blood like dawn of the dead
overall i’m f+cked in the head

[hook]
bang
i got hit in the head like blam
no more bars in my memory bank
so once again my mind’s gone blank

bang
i got hit in the head like blam
no more bars in my memory bank
so once again my mind’s gone blank

bang
i got hit in the head like blam
no more bars in my memory bank
so once again my mind’s gone blank
bang
i got hit in the head like blam
no more bars in my memory bank
so once again my mind’s gone blank

bang
i got hit in the head like blam
no more bars in my memory bank
so once again my mind’s gone blank

- muddaken lyrics

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