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Ballz, Ballz,
Ballz, Ballz,
You'll touch my..

- Eminem]
Catch me if you can but you man enough
standin' tough
But you know that no what
You'll never get the to touch
My ballz, ballz,
Ballz, ballz,
never touch my ballz

I see you ain't a playa, you ain't
And I don't even care who the hell you in
In game, it ain't no talkin'
You can get it started, I the coffin
And all I here is "get man up off him"
So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was
And I ain't gotta you nothin'
I do it and you ain't push my buttons

This dude in front of me, he a brick
quick and I can't get Marshall hit
So I played my position and don't a move
Been doin' this for years, my team lose
And ain't nobody, nobody hard
9 o'clock, I'm punch me a guard
Hut one, hut two, I'm
Hike, give the to Nelly
And out there feels me
this 'fore you have to kill me
And any player in my way, I'm
it, call holton

Football, Football, I love
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a
Everybody cuddle, I mean huddle
I stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
Freak, who tapped on my ass cheek
Nevermind, try quarterback sneak
Cover me, smother me love that's brotherly
That didn't work, try another
Hut one, hut two, hut hut up
I'm reachin' up another man's butt
the ball, I mean I like Bizarre
But Jesus yikes, I I can feel his balls
My is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls
It's the longest yard, whoops that's not the
Run it back, wrong song, yeah
whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
On 5 and our timeouts are
Less a minute left, I just throw my ball
To the sideline to Von, he outta bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but last one counts
Call another huddle, down by six
The plan is, to throw the ball to
But so god dang high, that he's trips
Falls and slips, Proof him by his fingertips
And runs the all the way down to the one
But he get in, but all we need is a put ???
But all we need is a touch down and an point to win
But I get sacked all the way back to the ten
God dammit slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
Everybody's now, no timeouts and its now fourth now
We're never gonna make it, wait I got an idea
Quick, everybody get naked, go long
I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how gonna tackle you with no pants on
Ass out with a schlong, touchdown yeah I told you
It's the yard

The new face on the yard, just me the ball
I'ma run through all of ya'll, just soft
though my cleats is kickin' up mud
It's tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks
High steppin' through the end
I been grown, I'm so dirty you even know my skin tone
time to rumble, no time to fumble
And I stumble, your frontline will tumble
Playin' ball killas, my team's the realest
time offenders, even drug dealers
One of the best runnin' backs never was
Movin' like Sanders, leavin' you in the dust

Yack is high, I got the highest
Hit the ground so hard I leave tracks
Bizarre snaps like a fire
And my palm more stickier than back
Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck to sack us
No matter how big they backwards
reciever, recievin' wide
For stride in my life, yo I breathe and die

[Kon
Defense is playin' a
Then the peeps and screams (blue 43)
means that its time for me
To run out the back like a bat outta hell
My tracks burn turf they excell
I try to pass the ball to Proof
He got dropped and the ball loose
And up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare
And use my lineman's shoulder as a
Now I'm flyin' through the air a superhero
I can use pose for a box of cereal
I'm no joke punk, I get my
For bein' the best player on my what
As as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut
I do one run, run, the go run run
Then I cut, around in the endzone (touchdown!)
Then I do the ninety so

I'm talkin' about footballs