Pink Guy - Pink Guy Cooks Stir Fry and Raps lyrics

I got a story that'll waggle your balls It's called me being the greatest, thus requires applause I recall of dropping sh** like I shat in my drawers Got a big sack like Santa Claus I'm looking for prick cactus pa**ionate f*g fabulous Fascist honky garbage that be taking offense To this bad hazardous lingo that be dropped from a kid Or that makes actresses look like a** and sh** And I'm pa**ing sh** like the next level of a masochist I'm strapping bombs around my waist Just to blow up like the Taliban and sh** I eat dogs and I fry hogs I'm Asian cause my dick is really small And I'm burning through these book pages Cash money like Bursar's I'm sicker than the AIDS, flus, hepatitis, and SARS I rattle bars, smoke rapper cigars Battle and scar padded Hispanics in bars Added to cash register cards cause I swipe hard on these b**hes Yo, I lose money rapid like Nick Cage A six gauge ring couldn't wrap around my dick, it's got a rib cage I was chilling when these dicks came like h*mos Spitting out mad phrases, dumb like YOLO It's a no-go when I get my face beat in And they call me crater face at school But they got beef and I got all the seasoning Bring the pain in a sinister way Cause I strike with more blow than Kurt Cobain's brains