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death! death! die! - put ur balls on it lyrics

so can you step with the banger, the tester, the new court jester
droppin’ science on your a– 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 k!lls
i made your mom an alchoholic
she slung my 7 inches
now shes drunk on d—
i know about the planets cuz i got that moondews
i got my curly locks cuz i was made by two jews
solvin’ mysteries like i was steve from blues clues
i say c—atoo 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 f— i ain’t even tryin
now put your b-lls on it
you want my s-xy and that’s okay
put your b-lls on it
i’ll server em up on a silver plate
put your b-lls on it
so if you b—-es get in my way
put your b-lls on it
theres only one thing thats left to say
put your b-lls on it
motherf—ing sg
rolling with the triple d
get in my way, then you’re f—in’ with me
think you’re gonna label sg again b—-
then i’ll have to slap you like a pimp, trick
rollin tight with a clique
yo rawdawg, go fillet that bic
tullys in the back rollin up that s—
p-ssin my way bro let me take a hit
droppin crazy rhymes with death death die
mr.hand droppin with a
well yeahh oh motherf—in yeah
f—in yeah cuz im f—in yeah and ya gangsta
where ya at gangsta gangsta f— f— f— f— get em
get these b-lls
oh man put your b-lls on it
you want my s-xy and that’s okay
put your b-lls on it
i’ll serve ’em up on a silver plate
put your b-lls on it
so if you b—-es get in my way
put your b-lls on it
theres only one thing thats left to say
put your b-lls on it
my vas deferens makin’ the difference
talkin bout that tully cl!ck hangin underneath my d—
rappin like i’m adolf
honda civic paid off
yo i got that asian persuasion
i got that bounce in every ounce
and i told em in my scr-t-m
slappin lightly swingin proudly
yo my testes are my besties
sometimes righties, sometimes lefty
ladies, freeze, keep your hands off of these
got some novak on my n-ts-ck
just dont get that on my gonads
nod your head you all
and follow
my bouncin b-lls
you want my s-xy and that’s okay
put your b-lls on it
i’ll serve ’em up on a silver plate
put your b-lls on it
so if you b—-es get in my way
put your b-lls on it
theres only one thing thats left to say
put your b-lls on it
[laughing and talking]
my b-lls are racist
[laughs]

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