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 balls I got these p**y b**hes wailing like the Japanese k**er whales, humpbacks, and these narwhals; I'm just trying to strangle these f**ers I'm just trying to strangle these f**ers 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 balls at twelve, not To mention that we harder than Viagra with a big co*k I'll f** you in the mouth again I'll let you know that I'm a schizo; I be hearing sh** So don't be f**ing me, cause bet your a** I'm hearing it When I get done with you I make sure that you're celibate (Ewwwwwwwww) f** your dog, I can smack E.T And I'll f** you with a radiator pipe (What, is that too rude?) [Hook] I'm a f**ing nuisance With different types of abuses I'm running up in the premises Helping you tie your nooses Cause all of you f**s are clueless And do not know how to do this I act retarded on stage and then put my fingers in pusses Like oh Like oh Oh Oh [Verse 2] I f** around for money like a cam who*e Jerk it to my titties, pop it off on some gay sh** I fight your dad in the parking lots and/or Beat their f**ing teeth in cause they raised sh** You sound like "I never spanked my kids and I raised a piece of sh** 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**boys treat my dick 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 a** on my chest with the camels I'm here to be an act not a role model Don't be f**ing crying when I'm smashing your kid with a bottle I'm just chilling making rice balls 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** into categories Like, music is music; if you don't think this is real music that's your f**ing problem Like, who says I can't drop sh** 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** you wanna call me, I don't give a f** Coming at you again, still doing that wacky crazy sh** bro, ain't nothing changed, so see you next time