This is a song about "Licking balls"

Your balls get susan boyle

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Man it's cold as balls here

I dont really shakespeare

Don't test me unless you got the balls

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And of course, my car's off course

Now im doing cannon balls

Licking picking and ticking the package,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

So take my bat and these base balls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche