Listen to Pink Season: The Prophecy (feat. Getter, Borgore, Axel Boy & TastyTreat) by Pink Guy

Pink Season: The Prophecy (feat. Getter, Borgore, Axel Boy & TastyTreat)

Pink Guy

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I live in a constant state of fear and misery Do you miss me anymore? And I don't even notice When it hurts anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore I live in a constant state of fear and misery Do you miss me anymore? And I don't even notice When it hurts anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore Anymore... I know I'm morbid at times That's how I like to be They call my dick a mammoth You're salty you got a micro-d Classic penis joke Inserted with appropriate timing Because if I ain't got a penis line I ain't dining No homo, but seriously I'm getting faded And my life is like my vids Low budget and underrated Kids, the only way to succeed Is to chip away at the soul Fuck up out my face, yuh! Stop bobbing on my dick! Gotta get the coin And I gotta get it quick I don't got time For another little bitch Like "Oh my lord!" Are you fucking serious? Y'all are- y'all are fucking trash Y'all are- y'all are fucking trash Y'all are- y'all are fucking trash, uh I just fucked your bitch, yuh! So watcha gonna do? Stay the fuck outta my business Stay away from the loot I just fucked your bitch, yuh! So watcha gonna do? Stay the fuck outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay the fuck outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay the fuck outta my business Stay away from the loot Fuck up out my face, yuh! Stop bobbing on my dick! Gotta get the coin And I gotta get it quick I don't got time For another little bitch Like "Oh my lord!" Are you fucking serious? Y'all are- y'all are fucking trash Y'all are- y'all are fucking trash Y'all are- y'all are fucking trash, uh I just fucked your bitch, yuh! So watcha gonna do? Stay the fuck outta my business Stay away from the loot I just fucked your bitch, yuh! So watcha gonna do? Stay the fuck outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay the fuck outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay the fuck outta my business Stay away from the loot Stay away from the Stay away from the Stay away from the Stay away from the Shut the fuck up You're a fucking cunt Shut the fuck up You're a stupid cunt, suck my dick Shut the fuck up Stop being a fucking cunt Shut the fuck up Nobody even wants you here Shit the fuck up Yeah What? Yeah You're a fucking dumb shit, you don't even run shit Get the fuck up out of my face and go to hell and eat a dick Come and catch these hands, boy Come and match these bands, boy I'm not crazy, I just do it all because I can, boy I hope you have some beautiful children that die from cancer I hope you catch Zika when your wife gets pregnant I hope you win the lottery and die the next day And your daughter has to see you getting lowered in your grave Like, uh, ooh- that was a little dark I'm sorry Tha-that was a little dark Very poor taste I shouldn't have said that One bad chef In a kitchen full of dough Three bad bitches with their hands on the stove Making home movies with a hand full of stoges I'm cooking all the dumplings I'm cooking all the dumplings Dumplings Cooking Cooking Cooking Cooking Dumplings Cooking Cooking Cooking Cooking Dumplings Cooking Cooking Cooking Cooking Dumplings Cooking Cooking Cooking Cooking Dumplings Dumplings Dumplings Dumplings Cooking Cooking Cooking Cooking I'm cooking all the dumplings
Writer(s): John Smith, Tanner Petulla, Asaf Yosef Borger, Axel Boy, George Miller, Devin Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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