My Balls Lyrics - D-12

Yeah 

Make my vocals sound sexy 

Come on man, come on man okay 

[Chorus] 

It feels so wrong cos it feels so right 

But its all right its OK with me 

I'll do my steps all by myself 

I don't need nobody to play with me 

But if you just give me a chance 

I can put you in a trance the way I dance 

But don't nobody wanna play with me so I'm 

Taking my ball and going home home 

I'm that guy man 

Shove a diamond up my hind end 

And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals 

Slut poke holes in ya shirt jump in mud puddles 

While I stomp mud holes in ya ass girl 

Now lets cuddle 

Blood curdlin' you're gurglin' on your blood 

What I do for my next trick 

I'm filling one duffle 

I think I might just do something a little less subtle 

Shove a fucking tonka truck up a little kid's butthole 

Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador of the Valentine's Day Massacre slash assassin 

I slash her in the ass with a icicle 

And leave her laying a blood bath 

While I put a catheter in 

And jump in the bath with her 

In my spider-man mask man 

Just imagine the fun I can have with a strap on 

Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon 

Are those pistachio's damn I'd like to have some 

Laying on the patio man rolling a fat one 

Shady drop the magic marker put the cap on 

God damn man are you that much of an asshole 

[Chorus] 

I'm like Houdini 

Tuck my teenyeenyweeny between each 

One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie 

Make shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini believe me homie 

You don't know the meaning of a meanie 

They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter 

I'm trying to maneuver the hoover up in your poop shoot 

Don't move or ya might get it stuck so fucking far in your uvula 

You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus 

Totally tubular sniffing glue through a tube in the studia 

Now who do ya think is more fruitier 

Wiener smothered in peanut butter putting on a tube of ya eye shadow and man it look nice 

You should have seen it mother 

I think I'll put a piece of art on my visa card 

Then I'll go meet Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart 

Then mosy on over to Rosie O'Donnell's 

With McDonald's jump on her lap and watch the Sopranos 

[Chorus] 

Shady what are you doing chewing on a human 

Grab an aluminum bat hit Heidi Klum in the back boom 

Assuming the fact that dudes in the back room 

Using the bathroom vacuum and a raccoon 

Skewing a rat or cat screwing a baboon 

You shouldn't ask what is he doing with that broom 

You should be glad he didn't leave you full of stab wounds 

You in a trance I'm back doing my dance ooh 

But there afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair 

And make her wear a bathing suit and take her para sailing 

Shady why you gotta pick on the lady for 

Why you make her read eighty four bedtime stories to you in baby talk? 

Cos I'm scared there's monster's under my bed 

Kelly Pickler hit my juice box under my bassinet 

No wonder my ass is wet my diaper needs to be changed 

You like graffiti dike well I can pee pee and write your name 

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