{*a parody of Wyclef Jean's song "We're Trying to Stay Alive"*}
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Kicked in the balls!
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Looki-looki-lookin' sharp on a Saturday night
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Hangin' out with my friends at a club and everything is alright
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Pickin' up a hot lady is the plan
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With a skirt short enough to wear as a headband
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I step to a girl and I make my moves
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Then I step right back with a nice fresh bruise
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I found another woman lightin' up the place
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She took one look at me and then slapped my face
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But worst of 'em all was a woman named Louise
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Who channeled all her power to a point on her knees
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She hit me so hard that I felt time freeze
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And I thought that my nuts were gonna split like peas
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I can not describe all the pain I had inside
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Prayin' for a quick death, let me take a breath
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(inhale) Someone run
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Get on the phone and call 911
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I do more than write rhymes I don't step out of line
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I like to take a lady out and show her a good time
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Every minute planned out nothin' can go wrong
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And I don't put my hands where they don't belong
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A girl better know that she's lucky to be
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With a guy like me 'cause I'm the best you see
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I'm one of a kind, what can I say, I'm great
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And no woman of mine better ever gain weight
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Right about then it's time to say goodbye
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And I get these weird looks from her I don't know why
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And instead of a kiss I get a hell of a kick
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And I get all shrivelled up where I should be thick
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I'm quite surprised by my sudden condition
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Hunched over on the ground in the fetal position
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Kicked in the balls!
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Well you can tell by the way I hold my nuts
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I'm in lots of pain, I might bust a gut
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Crawlin' on the floor tryin' hard to inhale
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Hope my vision comes back because I don't know braille
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I got a bad feeling that I ruined my clothes
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And I hope my stomach don't come out my nose
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If I make it to the door then I stand a chance
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Gotta find some ice to put down my pants
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I don't understand why this happened to me
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I just asked if she was Debbie from this movie I seen
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Yo, I slip up, slip up, then she kick up, kick up
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And I throw up, throw up, and now I'm coughin' up blood
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Then I hiccup, hiccup, try to shut up, shut up
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And I pick up, pick up myself and die on the rug
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Hey yo Spice is cryin', I think he's dyin'
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I don't think he can breathe but he's tryin'
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That's what he got and he got it good
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Hit right there where he stood
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In the balls, yo!
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Kicked in the balls!
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Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah
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Kicked in the balls!
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Kicked in the balls!
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Kicked In The Balls
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| Sudden Death |
