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BAG - Null lyrics

[Verse 1: Mylon Moore] Stumbled upon my conscience in a dungeon Encumbered by my wonders and enigmas and conundrums It's slumbered in a bunker where my dreams are torn asunder From reality and humbled from the troubles of my blunders Now I'm held captive by the grasp of my pa**ion Dwelling in the past tense impacted all my actions Secluded in a bastion with notepads and hashish A bowl packed with gra** and a full gla** of Jack Whisk I got a knack for this rap sh**, probably Feeling saucy from these vodka shots up in my body Got a stye in my third eye, I can't open it widely So I wander blindly, Anne Frankly that's something that Jew would Nazi Quick to accept a challenging task Known himself his whole life but can't fathom his acts So sorry dad, let me waste a couple gallons of gas A genius but he doesn't utilize his talents in cla** [Verse 2: Mylon Moore] Cause transcripts don't reflect intelligence I'm so incredulous and I'm sedulous spitting pestilence The imperfect perfectionist, possessor of the medicine Is looking for a woman to direct this erection in Spend my time trying to find where my mind is But the sign says "no loitering past nine" So let's wander to a land where the sky is neon lime And your crime-lined mind is supplied with sublime rhymes Flow lunar drop jaws when the bars end co*k jocking frauds need a motherf**ing lozenge Let your mind sharpen and broaden outside the margins I'm often coughing, from the carbon monox sparking [Verse 3: Mylon Moore] A cryptic critic whose lyrics are parasitic And by statistics I'm impolitic and spit acidic A catalytic necessity, recipe for brevity Inequity cause there's a vas defrens like vasectomies So prepare yourself cause the best has yet to come Sharp as bayonets and the paycheck invests in blunts No time for silly cons like fake breasts Tight as gay s** at the apex next to none A f**ing indi roasting, witty joking city folk A dual wielding woody holding, pitied, moping hardly sober A lonely interloping, penny boasting, gritty, chosen soldier With a plethora of n***as who don't really know him Feeling desolate when surrounded with friends It's confounding how this troubled child surmounted again Instead of putting the nine to his crown announcing the end But now the silent high Gaijin astounds with the pen So f** your hipster b**h, n***a f** the clique you're with f** the constipation cause it's hard for me to give a sh** And f** the governmental for how f**ed up the system is Rich f**s don't know what the value of a penny is They know the flow is sick, hot scolding golden sh** b**hes think I'm crazy, so reluctant just to blow my dick It's funny how the f*ggots who don't f** with me will ride my dick I just started rapping and already f**ing sick of it