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pink guy - rice balls lyrics

[intro]
let’s all go to the lobby
let’s all go to the lobby
let’s all go to the lobby
to get ourselves a—

[verse 1]
welcome to the terror dome; the upper echelon
investing on these large b-lls
i got these p-ssy b-tches wailing like the j-panese
k!ller whales, humpbacks, and these narwhals;
i’m just trying to strangle these f-ckers
i’m just trying to strangle these f-ckers
i’m just trying to strangle these
this the beep blop, you make the beat flop
breathing more cushion than the seat got, so we got
the beat dropping harder than your son’s b-lls at twelve, not
to mention that we harder than v–gr- with a big c-ck
i’ll f-ck you in the mouth again
i’ll let you know that i’m a schizo; i be hearing sh-t
so don’t be f-cking me, cause bet your -ss i’m hearing it
when i get done with you i make sure that you’re celibate
(ewwwwwwwww)
f-ck you dog, i can smack out your teeth
and i’ll f-ck you with a radiator pipe
(what, is that too rude?)

[break]
i’m a f-cking nuisance
with different types of abuses
i’m running up in the premises
helping you tie your nooses
cause all of you f-cks are clueless
and do not know how to do this
i act r-t-rded on stage and then put my fingers in p-ss-s
like oh
like oh
oh
oh

[verse 2]
i f-ck around for money like a cam wh-r-
jerk it to my t-tties, pop it off on some g-y sh-t
i fight your dad in the parking lots and/or
beat their f-cking teeth in cause they raised sh-t
you sound like “i never spanked my kids and i raised a piece of sh-t and i drop my kids off at soccer practice every tuesday” this one’s for the folks that be dead inside
mini-golf champion; you got no drive, player
f-ckboys treat my d-ck like a trampoline
i only work with paper like a fax machine
i’m on the car’s hood screaming like a mammal
ripping through the flannel burning -ss on my chest with the camels
i’m here to be an act not a role model
don’t be f-cking crying when i’m smashing your kid with a bottle
i’m just chilling making rice b-lls everyday
i’m a simple man, i don’t need a microwave
i don’t need a microwave
i don’t need a microwave
i don’t need a microwave
i don’t need a microwave
cause i’m already heated (that’s not funny)

[outro]
(uh, we want real music)
(we want real music, we want joji music)
(huh, huh, huh)
bro, i didn’t even know real and fake music existed
i mean, i think it’s like your fault for putting that sh-t into categories
like, music is music; if you don’t think this is real music that’s your f-cking problem
like, who says i can’t drop sh-t while making a culinary funny video at the same time, you know?
whatever man, it’s your boy pink guy, pink omega; whatever the f-ck you wanna call me, i don’t give a f-ck
coming at you again, still doing that wacky crazy sh-t bro, ain’t nothing changed, so see you next time

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