Pink Season: The Prophecy

Pink Season: The Prophecy - Pink Guy

Lyrics by：Pink Guy

Composed by：Borgore/Pink Guy

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

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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

**** 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 *****

Like oh my Lord

Are you ****ing serious

Y'all are-y'all are ****ing trash

Y'all are-y'all are ****ing trash

Y'all are-y'all are ****ing trash uh

I just ****ed your ***** yuh

So watcha gonna do

Stay the **** outta my business

Stay away from the loot

I just ****ed your ***** yuh

So watcha gonna do

Stay the **** outta my business

Stay away from the loot

**** 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 *****

Like oh my Lord

Are you ****ing serious

Y'all are y'all are ****ing trash

Y'all are-y'all are ****ing trash

Y'all are-y'all are ****ing trash uh

I just ****ed your ***** yuh

So watcha gonna do

Stay the **** outta my business

Stay away from the loot

I just ****ed your ***** yuh

So watcha gonna do

Stay the **** outta my business

Stay away from the loot

Stay the **** outta my business

Stay away from the loot

Shut the **** up

You're a ****ing cunt

Shut the **** up

You're a stupid cunt suck my dick

Shut the **** up

Stop being a ****ing cunt

Shut the **** up

Nobody even wants you here

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What

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You're a ****ing dumb **** you don't even run ****

Get the **** 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 *****es with their hands on the stove

Making home movies with a hand full of stoges

I'm cooking all the dumplings

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