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
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