So, you're obviously the big dick And there on either side of you are your balls There are two types of balls Here are big, brave balls And there are little, mincy faggot balls Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision But they're not clever They smell pussy, and they want a piece of the action And you thought you smelled some good old pussy And have brought your two little, mincey, faggot balls along for a good old time You're shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with ya The fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle .50" written on the side of mine Should precipitate, your balls into shrinking, along with your presence Now, fuck off
Listen; shut the fuck up when grown folks is speaking to you I got a full tank to ride and I bring it to you
If you stand too close The lights go dark the whole block-house