Eminem

Eminem - My Ballz lyrics

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[Eminem]

Ballz, Ballz, Ballz

Ballz, Ballz, Ballz

You'll never touch my..



[Chorus - Eminem]

Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough

You're standin' tough

But you know that no matter what

You'll never get the chance to touch

My ballz, ballz, ballz

Ballz, ballz, ballz

You'll never touch my ballz



[Swift]

I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin'

And I don't even care who the hell you call in

In this game, it ain't no talkin'

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 talkin'

And I ain't gotta prove you nothin'

I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons



[Bizarre]

This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick

He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit

So I played my position and don't make a move

Been doin' this for years, my team can't lose

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

And nobody out there feels me

Take this 'fore you have to kill me

And any player in my way, I'm foldin'

Damn it, call holton



[Chorus]



[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 reachin' up another grown man's butt

Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre

But Jesus yikes, 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 disreguard

That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?

On 5 and our timeouts are gone

Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball

To the sideline to Von, he steps outta 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's 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 ??

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 laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth now

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 floppin' schlong, touchdown yeah I told you

It's the longest yard



[Chorus]



[Kuniva]

The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball

I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft

Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud

It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks

High steppin' 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

Playin' ball with killas, my team's the realest

Three time offenders, even drug dealers

One of the best runnin' backs there never was

Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust



[Proof]

Yack is high, I got the highest yack

Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks

Bizarre snaps like a fire crack

And my palm more stickier than spider back

Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack us

No matter how big they flyin' backwards

Wide reciever, recievin' wide

For every stride in my life, yo I breathe and die



[Kon Artis]

Defense is playin' 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 excell

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 flyin' through the air like a superhero

I can use this pose for a box of cereal

I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio

For bein' the best player on my team what

As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, 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]

Footballs

I'm talkin' about footballs dude



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