| What happened?
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| His head fell off!
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| His head fell off?
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| Yeah, he was pretty old
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| Oh, that’s it! |
| I’ve had it with this dump!
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| We’ve got no food, we’ve got no jobs, our pets' heads are falling off!
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| Pussy, pussy, pussy, can’t you see
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| You bitches can’t do it like me
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| Motherfuckers stay mad, like I killed their mom or something
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| If you really didn’t care, you’d let it be, yo
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| I’ve been dying since day one, but y’all knew that
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| My dick like Americans: Too fat, but dangerous
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| I’m the grimiest motherfucker to walk this earth
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| The shit I do is way below dirty sewers, a connoisseur
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| I’m a flying reptile, a pterodactyl on Adderall
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| I’ve got a bunch of scales that I dug up, you’ve never heard at all
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| Eat a dick little faggot, jeez, and furthermore
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| You’re trying to scrap with me? |
| I don’t beef, faggot, I’m herbivore (Hmm)
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| I crawled into the industry
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| A saturated circus, manipulating like Hillary
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| They say I’m crazy, but lately they’ve been defending me
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| 'Cause take a look around, motherfucker, everyone’s digging me
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| I live in a constant state of fear and misery
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| Do you miss me anymore?
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| And I don’t even notice when it hurts anymore
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| Anymore, anymore, anymore
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| Pussy, pussy, pussy, can’t you read
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| I’m a dirty old pussy eating freak
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| Motherfuckers still mad like I killed their mom or something
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| If you really didn’t care, you’d let me eat
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| Here we go again, I’ll make jokes about your estrogen
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| That’s pretty much the rest of this song, I’m roasting everything
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| I’m a weird little entity that’ll enter titties
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| And bust all over the tummy and little nippies
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| (Ew!)
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| I know I’m morbid at times, that’s how I like to be
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| They call my dick a mammoth, you salty you got a micro D
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| Classic penis joke, inserted with appropriate timing
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| 'Cause if I ain’t got a penis line I ain’t dining
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| No homo, but seriously I’m getting faded
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| And my life is like my vids, low budget and underrated
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| Kids, the only way to succeed is to chip away at the soul
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| And hope that by the time you get there you ain’t singin'
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| I live in a constant state of fear and misery
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| Do you miss me anymore?
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| And I don’t even notice when it hurts anymore
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| Anymore, anymore, anymore
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| Don’t take the lyrics too seriously, I don’t really give a shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fried Noodles, artist - Pink Guy. Album song Pink Season: The Prophecy, in the genre Электроника