This is a song about "Balls in door"

Nobody ain't own us yet

'bust in' the door in is what you'll get

My balls get lubed in oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

And left it in front of their back door

But bitches down in your berserk ass, pounding your balls as it drips the tears

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

And i'm a just take another guess

They calling me often to offer me walls

Cant prevent it kicked king arthur in the balls

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

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