[Verse: Pink Guy] I got a story that'll waggle your balls It's called me being the greatest, thus requires applause I recall of dropping shit like I shat in my drawers Got a big sack like Santa Claus I'm looking for a prick cactus passionate fag 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 ass and shit And I'm passing shit like the next level of a masochist I'm strapping bombs around my waist Just to blow up like the Taliban and shit 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 bitches Yo, I lose money rapid like Nic 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 homos Spitting out mad phrases, dumb like YOLO It's a no-go when I get my face beat in And then 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 brainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
