This is a song about "Spewge filled balls"

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Your balls get susan boyle

Because you're passionate enough to take a pad, get it filled

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

My designs filled with similarity facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Your balls hiding in their whites

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Don't test me unless you got the balls

I can make it rain

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Huh, a metaphor of course

Now im doing cannon balls