Rucka Rucka Ali - s** My Balls lyrics

Howdy there, f*ggots! It's me, Toby Queef Everybody wanna hear a story? Grab your fifth of Beethoven, or yer moonshine with a little bit o' eggnog in there for good luck, And listen up. The following was all said by Jesus Christ at some point: I was drivin' down the street When the police came to me And they pulled to me to the curb, and said "Can I see ID?" And I said, No, Sir, f** you Your probably a Jew So deck the halls and s** my balls, Let's a smoke a blunt or two Orrr, you could... s** my balls s** my balls Police all to have AIDS (Hey) Got 'em one day from a bathhouse gang in Southeastern LA (Yay) s** my balls s** my Balls Police all have AIDS (Hey) So I hit the gas, and I crushed his a**, and then I got away. So I drove down to the park, To hunt right after dark. And I saw some hippies dancin' So I shot one in the heart. And his friend said, "Oh sh**, you f**in' k**ed him, man!" Then I made him eat his frisbee, and he thre up in his hand. And I made him... s** my balls s** my balls Hippies all have AIDS (Hey) Got 'em one time from the bu*t s** vine on a vacation in Spain (Hey) s** my balls s** my balls Hippies all have AIDS (Hey) They smoke their crack, and shoot their smack, and smell like sh** all day. Went to the tittie bar 'Cause it wasn't too far Saw a big tittie b**h with a bush so big, one day she'll be a star She likes Twinkies in her G-String, or maybe a Hershey bar Tonight, we gon' cow tippin' in the f**in' tittie bar (Yeehaa) s** my balls s** my balls Fat b**hes love cake. I love to f** fat b**hes, like Catholics like to rape (Hey) s** my balls s** my balls Fat b**hes love cake. And if you stole this album, Rucka thinks your f**ing gay WHITE POWDER! Powder? You know, c**aine? YEE-HAW!