Lets write a song, baby
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
Now sit your ass in the chair and I'll tell you my
name,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me
complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of
pain,
I hope this song will explain,
Just why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of
pain,
Well I was born in the back of a truck on the fourth of
july,
I was raised by a Portuguese ninja who taught me to
fly,
A business man pulled over and he asked if I needed a
ride,
I had to eat that business man for lunch cos I wanted his
tie,
Damn I look good in that tie,
Air born Portuguese ninja eats man for his tie,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My daddy always told me that he didn't wanna hear me
complain,
That's why my balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of
pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain,
My balls are bigger than a dynamite satchel of pain.
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