This is a song about "Deflated balls tom brady pstriots"

Your balls get susan boyle

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

But still feels hated and deflated

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

And i know - there'll never be peace

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Your balls cry during bug life

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I pipe in and one night her

Your balls necro butcher

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Alcohol and booty calls