This is a song about "Spewge filled balls"

I used to have a nine to five

Your balls cry during bug life

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Cant prevent it kicked king arthur in the balls

Shots like an addict

Kill it, leave it half filled,

My rapping made you soil

Your balls get susan boyle

Then lost her faith again

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Alcohol and booty calls

Sittin on bowling balls