[Intro - Eminem]
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Ballz, Ballz, Ballz [x2]
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You'll never touch my...
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[Chorus - Eminem]
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Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough,
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You're standin' tough
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But you know that no matter what
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You'll never get the chance to touch
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My ballz, ballz, ballz
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ballz, ballz, ballz
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You'll never touch my ballz
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[Verse 1 - Swifty McVay]
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I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin'
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And I don't even care who the hell you call in
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In this game, it ain't no talkin'
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You can get it started, I nail the coffin
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And all I here is "get your man up off him"
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So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin' (Punk, punk)
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And I ain't gotta prove you nothin'
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I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons
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[Verse 2 - Bizarre]
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This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick
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He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit
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So I played my position and then don't make a move
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Been doin' this for years, my team we can't lose
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And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard
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9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard
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Hut one, hut two, I'm ready
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Hike, give the ball to Nelly
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And nobody out there feels me
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Take this 'fore you have to kill me
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And any player in my way, I'm foldin'
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Damn it, call holdin'
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[Chorus - Eminem]
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Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough,
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You're standin' tough
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But you know that no matter what
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You'll never get the chance to touch
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My ballz, ballz, ballz
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ballz, ballz, ballz
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You'll never touch my ballz
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[Verse 3 - Eminem]
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Football, Football, I love football
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Yes, tres, dos, uno
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Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a bitch
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Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle
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I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
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Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek
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Nevermind, let's try a quarterback sneak
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Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly
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That didn't work, try another play
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Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up
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I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt
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Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre
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But Jesus yikes, I think I can feel his balls
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My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls
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It's the longest yard, whoop that's not the chorus
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Run it back, wrong song, yeah disreguard
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That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
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On 5 and our timeouts are gone
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Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball
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To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds
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48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts
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Call another huddle, we're down by six
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The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift
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But he's so god dang high, that he's trips
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Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by the fingertips
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And runs the ball all the way down to the one
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But he don't get in, but all we need is a put ??
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But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win
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But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten
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God dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
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Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth down
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We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea
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Quick, everybody get naked, Denaun go long
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I'ma throw the bomb, c뭢on how they gonna tackle you wit no pants on
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Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touch down yeah I told ya
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It's the longest yard
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[Chorus - Eminem]
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Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough,
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You're standin' tough
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But you know that no matter what
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You'll never get the chance to touch
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My ballz, ballz, ballz
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ballz, ballz, ballz
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You'll never touch my ballz
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[Verse 4 - Kuniva]
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The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball
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I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft
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Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud
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It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks
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High steppin' through the end zone
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I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone
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It's time to rumble, no time to fumble
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And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble
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Playin' ball with killas, my team's the realest
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Three time offenders, even drug dealers
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One of the best runnin' backs there never was
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Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust
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[Verse 5 - Proof]
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Yack is high, I got the highest yack
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Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks
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Bizarre snap like a fire crack
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And my palm more stickier than spider back
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My Ballz
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| D12 |
