Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Balls Out , by - Bloodhound Gang. Song from the album Hefty Fine, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Balls Out |
| Potent is the flow which is wicked sick |
| So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick |
| Potent is the flow which is wicked sick |
| So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick |
| I don’t give a shit about celebrity |
| But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who’s here? |
| Me |
| The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain |
| Frontin' from the back of the line on some dude named |
| After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas |
| Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that |
| Cut like a jalapeño popper fart |
| Burnin up an asshole that once ripped apart |
| Punched hard but it ain’t like I ever cared if I went |
| Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent |
| Outta shape than the Cirque du Soleil ever had so |
| Though he throws his weight around he’s still in my shadow |
| In the dark so he doesn’t know his girl remarked that I make her |
| Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later |
| With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed |
| In the process I got to get hot chicks nude |
| The payback is cum in fools' circles if it’s |
| Those turnin' on those turnin' on those bitches |
| The payback is cum in fools' circles if it’s |
| Those turnin' on those turnin' on those bitches |
| Balls out my life is a slut |
| This dick don’t hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |
| Balls out my life is a slut |
| This dick don’t hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |
| Potent is the flow which is wicked sick |
| So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick |
| Potent is the flow which is wicked sick |
| So hoes of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick |
| Thanks to you bitches I got more screams |
| Than David Arquette’s resume what that means |
| Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti |
| Dressed to kill like I’m Gianni Versace |
| But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more |
| In a huff like that fat kid that had sat out for |
| Every gym class due to his asthma that wore |
| One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore |
| I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds |
| That I reckon ain’t as sloppy as the leftovers gettin' |
| Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus |
| Got her panties in a bunch just like his is |
| That my face between her legs? |
| Because that could be |
| What convinced this dick getting' hard I’m a pussy |
| But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with |
| Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of s’s |
| The payback is cum in fools' circles if it’s |
| Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches |
| The payback is cum in fools' circles if it’s |
| Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches |
| Balls out my life is a slut |
| This dick don’t hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |
| Balls out my life is a slut |
| This dick don’t hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |
| Balls out my life is a slut |
| This dick don’t hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |
| Balls out my life is a slut |
| This dick don’t hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |
| Balls out my life is a slut |
| This dick don’t hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |
| Balls out my life is a slut |
| This dick don’t hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up |