Letra da Música Some Shit de Pink Guy

(Yeah... Feelin' classy today. Well, aight. Let's go.)
I'm not evil I'm just psycho
I'm so afraid that everybody looks at my lyrics to spot a typo
(Yeah)

Money rate growing in my pocket is the minimal
Running from the mobs
People treat me like a criminal
The pinnacle of raw entertainment, my day spent
Throwing rocks at main events
I unravel the havoc
And take it easy in the hammock
Al Quaeda is the testimony
Don't you ever rectify me

The killable syllables
In the pinnacle of innocence
I'm a creepy little rapper
Coming out the factory, capture me
I will be the toughest rapper, actually
Watch me as I drag my ass to the top gradually
(Ugh)

I never sleep
I stay away and prey on the weak
Then I devour the freaks
And then I pray for the weak
I transmit gamma rays
And break off the manta ray's tail
And raise hell on a Saturday
And stab the people

Yeah
Another rapper washin' the dishes
Don't look at me and my sick compositions

(Oh Sick!)

I am done with this feelin'
All you suckers this evenin'
Are goin' down

(Whoo)