Put Ur Ball On It Lyrics - Singles - Death! Death! Die!

So can you step with the banger, the tussin, the new court jester 

Droppin' science on your ass like i was Nikola Tesla 

So easy to best ya 

Im better than Ezra 

Because I am the alpha and you are the omega 

Showerin' the ladies with my trust fund bills 

Makin'it rain while impressin' with my halo kills 

I made your mom an alchoholic 

She tried my 7 inches 

Now shes drunk on dick 

I know about the planets cuz i got that moon news 

I got my curly locks cuz i was made by two jews 

Solvin' mysteries like i was steve from blues clues 

I say cockatoo cuz you're saying oo-roo-yeaaaah 

The wolfs in the hen house 

He can't ride a bike but he can make that beat bounce 

Flavorful rhymes like a vinegar that's balsamic 

And fuck i aint even tryin 

Now put your balls on it 

[chorus] 

You want my sexy and that's okay 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

I'll serve 'em up on a silver plate 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

So if you bitches get in my way 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

Theres only one thing thats left to say 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

Motherfucking SG 

Rolling with the triple D 

Get in my way, then you're fuckin' with me 

Think you're gonna label SG again bitch 

Then i'll have to slap you like a pimp, trick 

Rollin tight with a clique 

Yo rawdawg, go flick that bic 

Tullys in the back rollin up that shit 

Pass it my way bro let me take a hit 

Droppin crazy rhymes with Death Death Die 

Mr. hand droppin with a 

Well yeahh oh motherfuckin yeah 

Fuckin yeah cuz im fuckin yeah and ya gangsta 

Oh yeah gangsta gangsta fuck fuck fuck fuck get em 

Get these balls 

Oh i meant put your balls on it 

[chorus] 

You want my sexy and that's okay 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

I'll serve 'em up on a silver plate 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

So if you bitches get in my way 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

Theres only one thing thats left to say 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

This difference making the difference 

Talkin bout that Tully click hangin underneath my dick 

Robbin like I'm Madoff 

Honda Civic paid off 

Yo I got that asian persuasion 

I got that bounce through every ounce 

So when i tote 'em in my scrotum 

Slappin loudly swingin proudly 

Yo my testes are my besties 

Sometimes righty, sometimes lefty 

Ladies, freeze, keep your hands off of these 

Got to move back off my nutsack 

Please dont get mad at my gonads 

Nod your head you all, 

And follow my bouncin balls 

You want my sexy and that's okay 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

I'll serve 'em up on a silver plate 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

So if you bitches get in my way 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

Theres only one thing thats left to say 

PUT YOUR BALLS ON IT 

[laughing and talking] 

MY BALLS ARE RACIST 

[laughs]