"Balls So Hard" lyrics

Balls so hard
Not a women wanna ride me

Lookin' pretty fine, class '99
Papa Roach hoodie I wore all the time
Sexual peak, but no women wanna freak us
With the willy of a fetus
Lookin' back, a joke
But for some reason, thinkin' I would get a poke
Tryna smoke like a Rasta
It's cool, it's just my asthma

(Balls so hard)
Wanna be a gangster like Al Capone
(Balls so hard)
But I'm more like bloody Bugsy Malone
My web history put Dad in danger
After searchin' for a girl my age-er
Having sex dreams about the blue Power Ranger
(Dude, that one's the boy!)
Oh no

(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit crazy
(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit crazy

N to the 'erd, "geek" is the word
With a voice higher than a baby bird
Lanky like a stick you limbo
Rockin' hair that should be worn on windows
Sexual imitation, more spots than a dalmatian
Level eighty, keep on fucking Elf King
But I'm never touching any real skin

(Balls so hard)
Mum wanna know why my socks are crusty, heh
(Balls so hard)
And why dad's exhaust pipe's gone all rusty
Not a pornstar, I'm a horn-star
Only hittin' that as an avatar
Spacebar, spacebar, spacebar (Oh)

(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit crazy
(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit crazy
(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit, that shit crazy

Year six, get a fix
Mrs. Marple's pert lips
Call me a perv? Hypocrite
You're the one without support on your tits
When you put it down, total eclipse
Study the anatomy between your hips
I'll be fine, it's a crime
You'll get the sack, I'll empty mine

(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit crazy
(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit crazy
(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit, that shit crazy
(Balls so hard)
That shit, that shit, that shit crazy