Rice Balls Chords by Pink Guy

Tempo:
112.15 bpm
Chords used:

Eb

E

F

G

D

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Rice Balls chords
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Love Love Love
Love Love Love Love Love Love
[Eb] Welcome to the [Dm] terradome, the upper echelon
Investing on these large balls
I got these pussy bitches wailing like the Japanese
Killer whales, [N] humpbacks
And these narwhals, I'm just trying to strangle
These fuckers
I'm just trying to strangle these fuckers
I'm just trying to strangle these
This the boot flop, you make the beat flop
Breathing more cushion than the seat guy
So we got the beat dropping
Harder than your son's balls at 12 knots
And [Bb] mention that we harder than Viagra
With the [Eb] big cock, [G] I'll fuck you in the mouth again
I'll let you [F] know that I'm a skit
So I be [E] hearing shit
So don't be fucking me cause bet your ass I'm hearing it
When I get done with you I make sure that you're selling bit And [F] aww
Fuck you dog, I can smack 18
And I'll fuck you with a [Bm] radiator pipe Ha
[D] I'm a fucking nuisance with different types of abuses
[E] I'm running up in the premises
Helping you tie your [D] nooses
Cause all of you fucks are clueless and do not know how to do this
I act [E] retarded on stage and then put my fingers in [G] pussies Like oh
[E] Like oh Like [G] oh [B] Oh
[Dbm] Oh [E] Yo
[N] Yo
I fuck around for money like a cam whore
Jerk it to my titties, pop it off
I'm some gay shit
I fight your dad in the parking lots and more
Beat their fucking teeth because they raise shit
You sound like
I never spank my kids and I raise the piece of shit
And I draw my kids off at soccer practice every Tuesday Ugh
This is for the folks that be dead inside
Mini golf champion, you got no drive player
Fuck boys, [Bb] treat my dick like a [Abm] trampoline
I only work with paper like a fax machine
Ugh
I'm on the car's hood [A] screaming [F] like a mammal
[Dbm] Ripping through the flannel, burn on ass on my [F] chest with the camels
I'm here to be an act, not a role model
Don't be fucking crying when I'm smashing your kid [Eb] with a bottle
I'm just chilling making rice balls everyday
I'm a simple man, I don't need a [N] microwave
I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
Cause I'm already heated
That's not funny
We want real music
We want real music
We want Joji music
Bro, I didn't even know real and fake music existed
I mean, I think [Cm] it's like your fault for putting this shit into categories
Like, music is music
You don't think [N] this is real music, that's your fucking problem
Who says I can't drop shit while making a culinary [Gm] funny video at the same time?
You know, whatever man
It's your boy Pink [D] Guy, Pink Omega
Whatever the [C] fuck you wanna [Eb] call me, I don't give [Dm] a fuck
Coming at you [N] again
Still doing that wacky crazy shit bro
Ain't nothing changed
So, see you next time
[Eb] [N]
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Eb
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E
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F
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G
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D
1321
Eb
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E
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F
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Let's start jamming Pink Guy - Rice Balls chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - Dm, N, Eb, N, Bb, Eb, F, Bm, D and E in sequence. To build a solid grasp, start slowly at 56 BPM and then match the original tempo of 112 BPM. For a balanced pitch, adjust the capo with respect to your voice and the song's key: B Major.

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Love Love Love
_ Love Love Love Love Love Love _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ Welcome _ _ to the [Dm] terradome, the upper echelon
Investing on these large balls
I got these pussy bitches wailing like the Japanese
Killer whales, [N] humpbacks
And these narwhals, I'm just trying to strangle _
These fuckers
I'm just trying to strangle these fuckers
I'm just trying to strangle these
This the boot flop, you make the beat flop
Breathing more cushion than the seat guy
So we got the beat dropping
Harder than your son's balls at 12 knots
And [Bb] mention that we harder than Viagra
With the [Eb] big cock, [G] I'll fuck you in the mouth again
I'll let you [F] know that I'm a skit
So I be [E] hearing shit
So don't be fucking me cause bet your ass I'm hearing it
When I get done with you I make sure that you're selling bit And [F] aww
Fuck you dog, I can smack 18
And I'll fuck you with a [Bm] radiator pipe Ha
_ _ [D] I'm a fucking nuisance with different types of abuses
[E] I'm running up in the premises
Helping you tie your [D] nooses
Cause all of you fucks are clueless and do not know how to do this
I act [E] retarded on stage and then put my fingers in [G] pussies Like oh
_ _ _ [E] Like oh Like _ _ _ [G] oh [B] Oh _ _
[Dbm] Oh [E] Yo
[N] Yo
I _ fuck around for money like a cam whore
Jerk it to my titties, pop it off
I'm some gay shit
I fight your dad in the parking lots and more
Beat their fucking teeth because they raise shit
You sound like
I never spank my kids and I raise the piece of shit
And I draw my kids off at soccer practice every Tuesday Ugh
This is for the folks that be dead inside
Mini golf champion, you got no drive player
Fuck boys, [Bb] treat my dick like a [Abm] trampoline
I only work with paper like a fax machine
Ugh
I'm on the car's hood [A] screaming [F] like a mammal
[Dbm] Ripping through the flannel, burn on ass on my [F] chest with the camels
I'm here to be an act, not a role model
Don't be fucking crying when I'm smashing your kid [Eb] with a bottle
I'm just chilling making rice balls everyday
I'm a simple man, I don't need a [N] microwave
_ I don't need a microwave
_ _ I don't need a microwave _
I don't need a microwave
_ I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
I don't need a microwave
Cause I'm already heated
That's not funny
_ We want real music
We want real music
We want Joji music
_ Bro, I didn't even know real and fake music existed
I mean, I think [Cm] it's like your fault for putting this shit into categories
Like, music is music
You don't think [N] this is real music, that's your fucking problem
Who says I can't drop shit while making a culinary [Gm] funny video at the same time?
You know, whatever man
It's your boy Pink [D] Guy, Pink Omega
Whatever the [C] fuck you wanna [Eb] call me, I don't give [Dm] a fuck
Coming at you [N] again
Still doing that wacky crazy shit bro
Ain't nothing changed
So, see you next time _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _

Facts about this song

This song is part of Pink Season album.