[ Intro ] [ ]
Ballz, Ballz, x2 You'll never my...
[ Chorus ] [ ]
Catch me if you can but you man enough, You're standin' But you know no matter what You'll get the chance to touch My ballz, ballz, x2 You'll never my ballz
[ Verse 1 ] [ Swifty ]
I see you ain't a playa, you ain't And I even care who the hell you call in In this game, it 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 was talkin'*punk echoes* And I gotta prove you nothin' I do it and you ain't gotta push my
[ Verse 2 ] [ ]
This dude in of me, he weighs a brick quick and I can't get Marshall hit So I my position and don't make a move Been doin' for years, my team can't lose And ain't nobody, nobody hard 9 o'clock, I'm gonna me a guard Hut one, hut two, I'm Hike, give the ball to And out there feels me Take this 'fore you to kill me And any in my way, I'm foldin' Dammit, called
[ Chorus ] [ ]
[ Verse 3 ] [ ]
Football, Football, I love Yes, tres, dos, uno Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a Everybody cuddle, I mean huddle I just in a mud puddle, butthole Freak, who tapped on my ass cheek Nevermind, try quarterback sneak Cover me, smother me with love brotherly That didn't work, try another Hut one, hut two, hut hut up I'm up another grown man's butt Hike the ball, I I like Bizarre But yikes, I think I can feel his balls My dick is long as it is hard, so are my balls It's the longest yard, whoops not the chorus Run it back, song, yeah disreguard That whole statement I just made, yard line we on? On own 5 and our are gone than a minute left, I just throw my ball To the to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the but every last one counts Call another huddle, we're by six The plan is, to throw the ball to But he's so god dang high, he's trips Falls and slips, grabs him by his fingertips And runs the all the way down to the one But he don't get in, but all we need is a put But all we need is a touch down and an point to win But then I get sacked all the way to the ten God dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth now We're never gonna make it, I just got an idea 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, touch down yeah I ya It's the longest
[ ] [ Eminem ]
[ Verse 4 ] [ ]
The new face on the yard, just hand me the I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just though my cleats is kickin' up mud It's tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks High steppin' the end zone I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't know my skin tone It's time to rumble, no to fumble And I won't stumble, your frontline will Playin' ball with killas, my gorillas Three time offenders, even dealers One of the best runnin' backs never was like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust
[ Verse 5 ] [ ]
Yack is high, I got the yack Hit the ground so hard I tire tracks Bizarre like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider Eyin' my eye, a Mack Truck tryin to us No matter how big flyin' backwards reciever, recievin' wide For stride in my life, I breathe and die
[ 6 ] [ Kon Artis ]
Defense is a pass Then the peeps and screams means that its time for me To run out the like a bat straight 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 as a chair Now I'm through the air like a superhero I can use pose for a box of cereal I'm no punk, I get my dinerio For bein' the player on my team what As soon as I the hut 1, 2, hut I do one run, run, the go run run I cut, spin around in the endzone Then I do the shuffle so
[ ] [ Eminem ]
[ ] [ Eminem ]
I'm talkin' about footballs