Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balls Out, artist - Bloodhound Gang. Album song Hefty Fine, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 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 |