Текст песни Pink Guy - COOKS STIR FRY AND RAPS

I got a story that will waggle your balls
It's called me being the greatest
Thus requires applause
I recall of dropping shit
Like I shat in my drawers
Big sack like Santa Claus

I'm looking for pre-K dispationate fag
Fabulous
Fascist honkey garbage
That be takin' offense
To this bad hazardous lingo
That be dropped from a kid
Or that makes actresses
Look like ass and shit
And I'm passin' shit
Like the next level of a masochist
I'm strapping bombs around my waist
Just to blow up like the Taliban and shit

I eat dogs and I fry hogs
I'm Asian
Cause my dick is really small
And I'm burning through these book pages

Cash money like Bursar's
I'm sicker than the AIDS flus, hepatitis, and SARS
I rattle bars
Smoke rapper cigars
Battle and scar padded Hispanics in bars
That at the cash register cards
Cause I swipe hard on these bitches

Yo
I lose money rapid like Nic Cage
A six gauge ring couldn't wrap around my dick
It's got a rib cage
I was chillin' when these dicks came like homos
Spittin' out mad phrases
Dumb like YOLO
It's a no-go when I get my face beat in
They call me crater face in school
But they got beef
And I got all the seasoning

Bring the pain
In a sinister way
Cause I strike with more blow
Than Kurt Kobain's brains