Borgore - Pink Season: The Prophecy lyrics

[Fried Noodles (Getter Remix)] I live in a constant state of fear and misery Do you miss me anymore? And I don't even notice When it hurts anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore I live in a constant state of fear and misery Do you miss me anymore? And I don't even notice When it hurts anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore … I know I'm morbid at times That's how I like to be They call my dick a mammoth You're salty you got a micro-d Cla**ic penis joke Inserted with appropriate timing Because if I ain't got a penis line I ain't dining No h*mo, but seriously I'm getting faded And my life is like my vids Low budget and underrated Kids, the only way to succeed Is to chip away at the soul [Are You Serious (Axel Boy Remix)] f** up out my face, yuh! Stop bobbing on my dick! Gotta get the coin And I gotta get it quick I don't got time For another little b**h Like “Oh my lord!” Are you f**ing serious? Y'all are, y'all are f**ing trash Y'all are, y'all are f**ing trash Y'all are, y'all are f**ing trash, uh I just f**ed your b**h, yuh! So watcha gonna do? Stay the f** outta my business Stay away from the loot I just f**ed your b**h, yuh! So watcha gonna do? Stay the f** outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay the f** outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay the f** outta my business Stay away from the loot f** up out my face, yuh! Stop bobbing on my dick! Gotta get the coin And I gotta get it quick I don't got time For another little b**h Like “Oh my lord!” Are you f**ing serious? Y'all are, y'all are f**ing trash Y'all are, y'all are f**ing trash Y'all are, y'all are f**ing trash, uh I just f**ed your b**h, yuh! So watcha gonna do? Stay the f** outta my business Stay away from the loot I just f**ed your b**h, yuh! So watcha gonna do? Stay the f** outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay the f** outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay the f** outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay away from the Stay away from the Stay away from the Stay away from the [STFU (Tasty Treat Remix)] Shut the f** up You're a f**ing c*nt Shut the f** up You're a stupid c*nt, s** my dick Shut the f** up Stop being a f**ing c*nt Shut the f** up Nobody even wants you here sh** the f** up Yeah What? Yeah You're a f**ing dumb sh**, you don't even run sh** Get the f** up out of my face and go to hell and eat a dick Come and catch these hands, boy Come and match these bands, boy I'm not crazy, I just do it all because I can, boy I hope you have some beautiful children that die from cancer I hope you catch Zika when your wife gets pregnant I hope you win the lottery and die the next day And your daughter has to see you getting lowered in your grave Like, uh, ooh.. that was a little dark I'm sorry Tha-that was a little dark Very poor taste I shouldn't have said that [Dumplings (Borgore Remix)] One bad chef In a kitchen full of dough Three bad b**hes with their hands on the stove Making home movies with a hand full of stoges I'm cooking all the dumplings I'm cooking all the dumplings Cooking Cooking I'm cooking all the dumplings Motherf**ers want to act funny Trying to be a man when your nose is all runny Go to Pre-K, put your bag in your cubby Motherf**ing gimmick like your man Jeff Dunnie But who am I to talk? Making preteens laugh for the money Act dumb, slicker than honey, whoops! Rapping in the kitchen but got no silver spoon But I feed on the b**hes, b**hes Motherf**ers want to act funny One bad chef In a kitchen full of dough Three bad b**hes with their hands on the stove Making home movies with a hand full of stoges I'm cooking all the dumplings I'm cooking all the dumplings