Luyện nghe bài hát Rice Balls [Explicit]

Welcome to the dome; the upper echelon
on these large balls
I got these bitches wailing like the Japanese
Killer whales, humpbacks, and these
I'm just to strangle these fuckers
I'm just trying to strangle these
I'm just to strangle these
This the beep blop, you make the flop
Breathing more than the seat got, so we got
The beat dropping harder than son's balls at twelve, not
To mention that we harder than with a big cock
I'll you in the mouth again
let you know that I'm a schizo; I be hearing shit
So don't be fucking me, cause bet your ass I'm it
When I get done with you I make sure that celibate
(Eww)
Fuck dog, I can smack E.T
And I'll fuck you a radiator pipe

I'm a fucking
With types of abuses
I'm running up in the
Helping you tie your
Cause all of you fucks are
And do not how to do this
I act on stage and then put my fingers in pusses
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Oh
Oh

I fuck around for money a cam whore
it to my titties, pop it off on some gay shit
I fight your dad in the parking lots
Beat their fucking teeth in 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 Tuesday" This one's for the folks that be dead inside
Mini-golf champion; you got no drive,
treat my dick like a trampoline
I only work with paper like a fax
I'm on the car's screaming like a mammal
Ripping through the flannel ass on my chest with the camels
I'm to be an act not a role model
Don't be crying when I'm smashing your kid with a bottle
I'm just making rice balls everyday
I'm a simple man, I don't need a
I don't need a
I need a microwave
I don't a microwave
I don't need a
I'm already heated (That's not funny)

(Uh, we real music)
(We real music, we want Joji music)
(Huh, huh, huh)
Bro, I didn't even know real and fake existed
I mean, I think it's like fault for putting that shit into categories
Like, music is music; if you don't think this is real music that's your fucking
Like, who says I can't drop shit while making a culinary funny video at the time, you know?
Whatever man, it's your boy Pink Guy, Pink Omega; whatever the fuck you wanna call me, I don't a fuck
Coming at you again, still doing that wacky crazy shit bro, ain't nothing changed, so see you time