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letra de pink season: the prophecy (feat. getter, borgore, axel boy & tastytreat) - pink guy | elyrics

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 d-ck a mammoth
you’re salty you got a micro-d
cl-ssic p-n-s joke
inserted with appropriate timing
because if i ain’t got a p-n-s line
i ain’t dining
no h-m-, 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

f–k up out my face, yuh!
stop bobbing on my d-ck!
gotta get the coin
and i gotta get it quick
i don’t got time
for another little b-tch
like “oh my lord!”

are you f–king serious?
y’all are- y’all are f–king trash
y’all are- y’all are f–king trash
y’all are- y’all are f–king trash, uh
i just f–ked your b-tch, yuh!
so watcha gonna do?
stay the f–k outta my business
stay away from the loot
i just f–ked your b-tch, yuh!
so watcha gonna do?
stay the f–k outta my business
stay away from the loot

stay the f–k outta my business
stay away from the loot

f–k up out my face, yuh!
stop bobbing on my d-ck!
gotta get the coin
and i gotta get it quick
i don’t got time
for another little b-tch
like “oh my lord!”

stay the f–k 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 f–k up
you’re a f–king c-nt
shut the f–k up
you’re a stupid c-nt, suck my d-ck

shut the f–k up
stop being a f–king c-nt
shut the f–k up
n-body even wants you here

sh-t the f–k up
yeah
what?
yeah

you’re a f–king dumb sh-t, you don’t even run sh-t
get the f–k up out of my face and go to h-ll and eat a d-ck
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 b-tches 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