[Lyric] Baang (Muddaken)

[Verse 1]
I don’t rely on luck, don’t take any rest, don’t give a fuck
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?
Nobody buys physical copies in the twenty-first century
My own bro said my music is shit as if you’s doing anything
You’re making fries part time at Burger King for a fucking 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
Damn, grow the ego over the Gram
They’ll do anything over the clout
Get the fuck 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 [?] clickbait
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 fucked 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 shit like a magic trick
If I say I’m a pacifist, noted, I’m just (a hypocrite)
Yeah, get fucked 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 fucked [?] twenties
I don’t wanna cope, another pair of Nikes
All my days, so many fucks here
Outta my way, outta my face
Who the fuck are you, cunt? You’re just a wannabe
Think you’re a gangster, you’re a loser
Bitch, you don’t try hard, see that easily
No, you are not hard, you’re a softy
You’re just a prick, man, [?] waste, man
Claim you’re a big man, nah, you’re fake, man
Throw your ego over the clout
Get the fuck 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 fucked 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