[ ] [ Eminem ]
Ballz, Ballz, x2 You'll touch my...
[ ] [ Eminem ]
me if you can but you ain't man enough, You're standin' But you know that no matter You'll never get the to touch My ballz, ballz, x2 never touch my ballz
[ Verse 1 ] [ McVay ]
I see you ain't a playa, you ballin' And I don't even care who the you call in In this game, it no talkin' You can get it started, I the coffin And all I is "get your man up off him" So why I gotta stop it, this was talkin'*punk echoes* And I gotta prove you nothin' I do it and you gotta push my buttons
[ Verse 2 ] [ ]
This dude in front of me, he a brick He's quick and I get Marshall hit So I played my position and make a move Been doin' this for years, my team can't And nobody, ain't nobody hard 9 o'clock, I'm punch me a guard Hut one, hut two, I'm Hike, give the to Nelly And nobody out feels me Take 'fore you have to kill me And any player in my way, I'm Dammit, holden
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[ Verse 3 ] [ ]
Football, Football, I love Yes, tres, dos, uno Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, son of a bitch Everybody cuddle, blah I huddle I just in a mud puddle, butthole Freak, who tapped on my ass cheek Nevermind, let's try sneak Cover me, smother me with that's brotherly That work, try another play Hut one, hut two, hut hut up I'm up another grown man's butt the ball, I mean I like Bizarre But yikes, I think I can feel his balls My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my It's the yard, whoops that's not the chorus Run it back, wrong song, disreguard That whole statement I just made, what line we on? On own 5 and our timeouts are Less than a minute left, I just throw my To the to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every one counts another huddle, we're down by six The is, to throw the ball to Swift But he's so god high, that he's trips Falls and slips, Proof him by his fingertips And the ball all the way down to the one But he don't get in, but all we is a put *murmurs* But all we need is a touch down and an extra to win But then I get sacked all the way to the ten God dammit I'ma somebody if I get tapped on the ass again Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now now We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an Quick, everybody get naked, go long I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they tackle you wit no pants on Ass out with a floppin' schlong, down yeah I told ya It's the longest
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[ 4 ] [ Kuniva ]
The new on the yard, just hand me the ball I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just Even my cleats is kickin' up mud It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff punks steppin' through the end zone I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't know my skin tone time to rumble, no time to fumble And I won't stumble, your frontline tumble Playin' with killas, my team's gorillas time offenders, even drug dealers One of the runnin' backs there never was like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust
[ 5 ] [ Proof ]
Yack is high, I got the yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire Bizarre snaps a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider Eyin' my eye, a Mack Truck tryin to us No matter how big they flyin' Wide reciever, recievin' For stride in my life, I breathe and die
[ 6 ] [ Kon Artis ]
is playin' a pass Then the peeps and screams That means its time for me To run out the back like a bat straight outta My tracks burn when they excell I try to pass the ball to Proof He got dropped and the ball came And up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare And use my lineman's as a chair Now I'm flyin' through the air like a 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 soon as I the hut 1, 2, hut I do one run, run, the go run run Then I cut, around in the endzone I do the ninety shuffle so
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[ ] [ Eminem ]
I'm talkin' about footballs