Pink Guy – Rice Balls (Pink Season Album)

[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 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
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
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 your dog, I can smack E.T
And I’ll fuck you with a radiator pipe
(What, is that too rude?)

[Hook]
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 2]
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" 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
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
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

Pink Guy – Pink Life (Pink Season Album)

[Intro]
Uh, what?
What? What? What?
I’m a large pink cunt
Know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
They wanna see a man do the god shit
Narcotics if you wanna get nauseous
Pink Guy dancin’ like a clown
Keep laughin’ lil cunt, I got money on the down low
Y’all think this about my feelings?
They still think this about my feelings?
Like Big Bird or a Steve from the Blues Clues
When the sun go down she go down too
Ridin’ around with a bump and a pound too
If you wanna leave a voice mail hit the pound two
I got money out the orifice
I buy your girl Louie bag, shit’s glorious
I’m not a hero or a role model
I’ma spray your moms and your girl, no nozzle
Drinkin’ red wine out of gatorade bottles
If you can’t keep up then pull off to the bottom kid
They say I’m an elitist
Like I’m better than the bunch, uh duh nice hunch cunts
When the sun go down I’m a fiend
When the sun go down I’m a monster
When the sun go down I’m sippin’ lean
When the sun go down I hope it never come up
Young boy with the trash talk
Run your little mouth, find it sittin’ on the asphalt
I know you tryna be me, I don’t have a doubt
I can’t answer at the moment, I got pussy in my mouth
My mouth, pussy in my face
Depending on the nationality I get a different taste
Y’all really think I’m out here having hard times
I got 17 jobs, this one’s part time
Suck a dick and a ball sack
Poppin’ more pills than the moms in the cul-de-sac
Fuck her good on the couch while your dad’s gone
Poke holes in her face, jack’o lantern
She like how the leather feels
She really like that I rejected several record deals
She said "why?"
I said "the money wasn’t good enough"
She said "oh wow, you really know your stuff"
Yeah I do bitch
I don’t need a fucking marketing team tryna blow my shit
I’m not a fuckin’ vlog cunt with a lot of chicks
Tryna buy an autobiography about my dick
Whoops, fuck that
I work hard for my shit, y’all boys are just fuckin’ whack
I’m the only one who cares about the process
I’m the only one who fuckin’ with the progress
I’m the only one who made it with no middle man
(I don’t care about this song anymore)

[Outro]
How ya like that? How, how ya like that?
I got money on my back, I don’t need your fuckin’ cash
How ya like that? How, how ya like that?
I got money on my back, I don’t need your fuckin’ cash
It’s yo favorite pink cunt !
How ya like that? How, how ya like that?
I got money on my back, I don’t need your fuckin’ cash
How ya like that? How, how ya like that?
I got money on my back, I don’t need your fuckin’ cash