Rice Balls

By Pink Guy

On Pink Season

Released on December 30, 2015

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[Intro]

おにぎり

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 pussy bitches wailing like the Japanese

Killer whales, humpbacks, and these narwhals

I'm just trying to strangle these fuckers

I'm just trying to strangle these fuckers

I'm just trying to strangle these—


[Verse 2]

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 cock


[Verse 3]

I'll fuck you in the mouth again

I'll let you know that I'm a schizo; I be hearing shit

So don't be fucking me, cause bet your ass I'm hearing it

When I get done with you I make sure that you're celibate

(Ewwwwwwwww)

Fuck you dawg, I can smack out your teeth

And I'll fuck you with a radiator pipe

(What, is that too rude?)


[Verse 4]

I'm a fucking nuisance

With different types of abuses

I'm running up in the premises

Helping you tie your nooses

Cause all of you fucks 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 5]

I fuck around for money like a cam whore

Jerk it to my titties, pop it off on some gay shit

I fight your dad in the parking lots and/or

Beat their fucking teeth in cause they raised shit

You sound like "I never spanked my kids and I raised a piece of shit

And I drop my kids off at soccer practice every Tuesday"


[Verse 6]

Uh, This one's for the folks that be dead inside

Mini-golf champion; you got no drive, player

Fuckboys treat my dick like a trampoline

I only work with paper like a fax machine, uh


[Verse 7]

I'm on the car's hood screaming like a mammal

Ripping through the flannel burning ass on my chest with the camels

I'm here to be an act not a role model

Don't be fucking 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


[Verse 8]

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 shit into categories

Like, music is music; if you don't think this is real music that's your fucking problem

Like, who says I can't drop shit while making a culinary funny video at the same time, you know?

Whatever man, it's your boy Pink Guy, Pink Omega; whatever the fuck you wanna call me, I don't give a fuck

Coming at you again, still doing that wacky crazy shit bro, ain't nothing changed, so see you next time