Welcome to the terror dome; the echelon on these large balls I got these bitches wailing like the Japanese Killer whales, humpbacks, and narwhals; I'm just trying to strangle fuckers I'm just trying to strangle fuckers I'm just trying to strangle This the beep blop, you the beat flop Breathing cushion than the seat got, so we got The beat dropping harder than son's balls at twelve, not To that we harder than Viagra with a big cock fuck you in the mouth again I'll let you know that I'm a schizo; I be shit So don't be me, cause bet your ass I'm hearing it When I get done with you I make that you're celibate (Eww) Fuck your dog, I can E.T And fuck you with a radiator pipe
I'm a fucking With different of abuses I'm running up in the Helping you tie your Cause all of you are clueless And do not know how to do I act retarded on stage and then put my in pusses oh oh Oh Oh
I fuck around for money a cam whore it to my titties, pop it off on some gay shit I fight dad in the parking lots and/or Beat their 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 practice every Tuesday" This one's for the folks that be dead inside Mini-golf champion; you got no drive, Fuckboys my dick like a trampoline I only with paper like a fax machine I'm on the car's screaming like a mammal Ripping through the flannel burning ass on my with the camels I'm here to be an act not a role Don't be fucking crying I'm smashing your kid with a bottle I'm chilling making rice balls everyday I'm a simple man, I don't a microwave I need a microwave I need a microwave I don't a microwave I don't a microwave 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 real and fake music 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 music that's your fucking problem Like, who says I can't drop shit while making a 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 give a fuck Coming at you again, still doing that wacky crazy shit bro, ain't nothing changed, so see you next