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juicy karkass - punch em in the dick lyrics

[chorus]
punch em in the d-ck! (what?)
punch em in the d-ck! (what?)
f-ckers talk sh-t
i’mma punch em in the d-ck!

punch em in the d-ck!
punch em in the d-ck!
motheruckers talk sh-t
i’mma punch em in the d-ck!

[verse one]

yo, look at that chump
see the way that he struts?
don’t kick him in the rump
go nuts on his nuts
just pop a squat
start lettin’ off the shots
like knock-knock-knock
just cold-c-cked his c-ck
to all the c-ck-knockers
nut-crackers
ball breakers
peter-beaters
keep on boxin them baby-makers
with a sock to the jock
better make that a double
just a couple rounds of knuckles beneath the buckle and he’ll buckle
if you’re in trouble, give him some urine trouble
hand him his b-lls and tell him, “better learn to juggle”
turn his pebbles into rubble
make him wonder what might’ve been
make it so the south will never rise again!
now every man claims to be the toughest and the meanest
but watch your crotch
’cause soon the losers will be the wieners
and the winners in all the gladiator arenas
are always the ones who go
straight for the p-n-s!

[chorus]

[verse two]
i’ll give your w-lly a welt
like you ain’t never felt
soon as i’ve knelt
i’mma pelt you below the belt
like bang!
bust ’em in the w-ng
like it ain’t no thang
now you really can’t hang
but you ain’t gotta be a dude
sh-t, i’ll d-ck-punch a chick
’cause i don’t discriminate when i punch em in the d-ck
whether suzy homemaker or a floozy homewrecker
i’mma deck ‘er in the p-ck-r motherf-cker!
it could be yo mama
better be no drama
you could be the dalai lama
i’mma still put it on ya
with a right, left, right, left
you’re d-ck-punched
then you say, “godd-mn my sh-t’s crunched!”
scr-t-m? h-ll it d-mn near k!lled him
i don’t care if you live in bodom, man
forget about children!
you ain’t gotta know kung-fu
to bust some ninja sh-t
f-ck sun tzu, you wanna learn the art of war?
just punch ’em in the d-ck!

[chorus]

we got a brand new dance
it’s called, “punch his -ss right in the d-ck.”
we got a brand new dance
it’s called, “punch his -ss right in the d-ck.”

[verse three]
any o’ you snotty kids be talkin’ sh-t
i’mma drop a fist on your naughty bits
i got punches a-plentiful
you bet your rear end it’ll sting
when i start swingin’ on your genitals
cuz then it’ll swell up
all outta proportion
lookin’ like an eggplant forced in through your foreskin
nevermind abortion
forget vasectomy
i got yer birth control: pow
nut check, homey!

i’ll punch god in the d-ck
i’ll punch mary in the d-ck
i’ll punch jesus christ in the d-ck
i’ll punch cheney in the d-ck
i’ll punch powell in his colon
i’ll punch george in his bush
i’ll punch condoleeza rice in the d-ck!!!

- juicy karkass lyrics

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