My Ballz

[Intro: Eminem] Balls, balls, balls Balls, balls, balls You'll never touch my [Chorus: Eminem] Catch me, if you can, but you ain't man enough You're standing tough But you know that no matter what You'll never get the chance to touch My balls, balls, balls Balls, balls, balls You'll never touch my balls [Verse 1: Swift] I see you ain't a player, you ain't balling And I don't even care who the hell you call in In this game, it ain't no talking You can get it started, I nail the coffin And all I here is "Get your man up off him" So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talking And I ain't gotta prove you nothing I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons [Verse 2: Bizarre] This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit (Marshall!) So I played my position and don't make a move Been doing this for years, my team we can't lose (D12!) And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard 9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard Hut one, hut two—I'm ready Hike, give the ball to Nelly (Yeah) And nobody out there feels me Take this ball, you have to kill me And any player in my way, I'm folding Damn it, caught holding [Chorus: Eminem] Catch me, if you can, but you ain't man enough You're standing tough But you know that no matter what You'll never get the chance to touch My balls, balls, balls Balls, balls, balls You'll never touch my balls [Verse 3: Eminem] Football, football, I love football Yes, tres, dos, uno Dos, tres, fuck, shit Bitch, asshole, son of a bitch Everybody cuddle, blah, I mean huddle I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek? Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly That didn't work, try another play Hut one, hut two, hut-hut, hurry up I'm reaching up another grown man's butt Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre But Jesus, he hikes, I think I can feel his balls My dick is long as it is hard Yeah, so are my balls, it's the longest yard Whoops, that's not the chorus Run it back, wrong song, yeah disregard That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on? Our own five and our timeouts are gone Less than a minute left I just throw my ball to the sideline to Von He steps out of bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts Call another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift But he's so God dang high that he trips, falls and slips Proof grabs him by his fingertips And runs the ball all the way down to the one But he don't get in, but all we need Is a put, put… *mumbles* in But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win But then I get sacked All the way back to the ten, God dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again Everybody's laughing now No timeouts and its now fourth down We're never gonna make it, wait, I just got an idea Quick, everybody get naked Denaun go long, I'ma throw the bomb C'mon, how they gonna tackle you with no pants on Ass out with a flopping schlong—touchdown! Yeah, I told you: it's the longest yard [Chorus: Eminem] Catch me, if you can, but you ain't man enough You're standing tough But you know that no matter what You'll never get the chance to touch My balls, balls, balls Balls, balls, balls You'll never touch my balls [Verse 4: Kuniva] The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball I'mma run through all of yall, yall just soft Even though my cleats is kicking up mud It's more traction for me, I'm stiff arming punks High stepping through the end zone I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone It's time to rumble, no time to fumble And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble Playing ball with killers, my team's the realest Three time offenders, even drug dealers One of the best running backs there never was Moving like Barry Sanders, leaving you in the dust [Verse 5: Proof] Yak is high, I got the highest yak Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snap like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eying my eye, a Mack truck trying to sack us No matter how big they flying backwards Wide receiver receiving wide For every stride in my life, yo, I breathe and die [Verse 6: Kon Artis] Defense is playing a pass Then the quarterback peeps and screams (Blue 43) That means that its time for me To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell My tracks burn turf when they excel I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof He got dropped and the ball came loose And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair Now I'm flying through the air like a superhero They can use this pose for a box of cereal I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio For being the best player on my team, what? As soon as I hear the hut one, two, hut I do one run, run, the screen go run-run Then I cut, spin around in the endzone (Touchdown!) Then I do the ninety shuffle so [Chorus: Eminem] Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough You're standing tough But you know that no matter what You'll never get the chance to touch My balls, balls, balls Balls, balls, balls You'll never touch my balls [Outro: Eminem] Footballs I'm talking about footballs, dude