[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 brains, yeah
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 brains, yeah
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