Things McGaugh Says

Im not like that anymore. I’ve come out my shell. I’ve come out of my cocoon. 

Once you go black you never go back

I know no

Roasted potatoes- What are those?

There might be a mysterical stab in your back as I dabble you in hot wax while eating fruit sncks My rhymes are a baffling act Ima lyricaly bite you like a tarantula Strangers vandalizing your weak body Im here living as scandalous as jermy Anderson Master crafter not like Hamilton Your the weak civilian And Im the caped crusader taking care of all the undeserving medicraties using a chemical fusion infused with the magic of confusion its always my resolution Ive go myrical lyrical abilities like killer bees Lord Griffin the Third this is your only opportunity to flee before you need to plead for submission Lemme take an intermission while you to try t comeback from that fapable rap

druggling thugs, smuggling drugs, guzzling jugs,

This song is explict

These are nice scissors

This wood is long.