| Lyrics: | "Yeah, you give sax lessons. Why not to spend the night?
I am only to spend the night? I play
music of the night.
No, no, I'm not awake in the day.
Read my lips, eww scary. Aww, man,
why you guys in the goddamn,
Yellow Pages then, the fuckin, the goddamn, what's it, no,
it's the Weekly. In paranthasees, 'No gig...eww, scary'.
And that's just what I am.
Scary."
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, bitch, Super Balls, is the
name
And I come from a far away planet
Southwest Del Ray, goddamn it!
And it's the land
of the smog-filled maniacs
Super Balls, and concrete nutsacs
You know that fat lady skank
that always bothers you
I'm here to fuck her, yo, that's what I do
So tell me where the hoes
is at
The fat loopy bitches with the lumpy backs
Super Balls ain't scared of a fuckin'
thing
Hold your belly up and I'll stick you with my Super Wang
So, who's next, the bitch
with the rubber eye
It won't shut, and now she can't find a guy
It scared everybody off, so
I guess my duty calls
BITCH!!!!!!!!!! Call me Super Balls
Ain't no bitch to
fat
Ain't no bitch to whack
Ain't no bitch to ugly
For Super Balls, woowoo!
[x2]
I met a girl looked a lot like a turkey
So I fucked her and her neden went
bublabublabubla
Cuz I could give a motherfuck about looks
I just jock up another one for the
books
I know this bitch fat round like a beachball
You can roll her up, and bounce her off
the wall
We played ball, shoot hoops, she can hold steady
Then I stick my dick down in the
fat patty
Just cuz no one calls your home
Don't mean that you're all alone
Just call
Super Balls to the rescue
Now her |
