[Flame] 🔥 Pink Guy - Rice Balls Lyrics
[Intro]
 Let’s all go to the lobby
 Let’s all go to the lobby
 Let’s all go to the lobby
 To get ourselves a—
[Verse 1]
 Welcome to the terror dome; the upper echelon
 Investing on these large balls
 I got these pussy bitches wailing like the Japanese
 Killer whales, humpbacks, and these narwhals;
 I’m just trying to strangle these fuckers
 I’m just trying to strangle these fuckers
 I’m just trying to strangle these
 This the beep blop, you make the beat flop
 Breathing more cushion than the seat got, so we got
 The beat dropping harder than your son’s balls at twelve, not
 To mention that we harder than Viagra with a big cock
 I’ll fuck you in the mouth again
 I’ll let you know that I’m a schizo; I be hearing shit
 So don’t be fucking me, cause bet your ass I’m hearing it
 When I get done with you I make sure that you’re celibate
 (Ewwwwwwwww)
 Fuck you dog, I can smack out your teeth
 And I’ll fuck you with a radiator pipe
 (What, is that too rude?)
[Break]
 I’m a fucking nuisance
 With different types of abuses
 I’m running up in the premises
 Helping you tie your nooses
 Cause all of you fucks are clueless
 And do not know how to do this
 I act retarded on stage and then put my fingers in pusses
 Like oh
 Like oh
 Oh
 Oh
[Verse 2]
 I fuck around for money like a cam whore
 Jerk it to my titties, pop it off on some gay shit
 I fight your dad in the parking lots and/or
 Beat their fucking 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 soccer practice every Tuesday”
 This one’s for the folks that be dead inside
 Mini-golf champion; you got no drive, player
 Fuckboys treat my dick like a trampoline
 I only work with paper like a fax machine
 I’m on the car’s hood screaming like a mammal
 Ripping through the flannel burning ass on my chest with the camels
 I’m here to be an act not a role model
 Don’t be fucking crying when I’m smashing your kid with a bottle
 I’m just chilling making rice balls everyday
 I’m a simple man, I don’t need a microwave
 I don’t need a microwave
 I don’t need a microwave
 I don’t need a microwave
 I don’t need a microwave
 Cause I’m already heated (That’s not funny)
[Out ro]
 (Uh, we want real music)
 (We want real music, we want Joji music)
 (Huh, huh, huh)
 Bro, I didn’t even know real and fake music existed
 I mean, I think it’s like your fault for putting that shit into categories
 Like, music is music; if you don’t think this is real music that’s your fucking problem
 Like, who says I can’t drop shit while making a culinary 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 don’t give a fuck
 Coming at you again, still doing that wacky crazy shit bro, ain’t nothing changed, so see you next time
