My rapping made you soil
My balls get lubed in oil
With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course
Cant prevent it kicked king arthur in the balls
Black fours red drop head doors
Sittin on bowling balls
Metaphor, chilling with better whores
My home was broken by wreckin' balls
Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce
His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls
Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice
His balls hang awkwardly isosceles
I kick back and sick tracks you lick sacks
Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats
Hiding reggie sacks in your socks
Heard the sound of several gun shots
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