oh from the balls to tip
and the part that i grip
and all your thick curly hairs
the veins, wrinkles, and ruts
where my butt meets my nuts
in the confines of my underwear
and those two sacks of sin
that you call your friends
always loitering up the place
always bouncing around
here and across town
looking to explode upon some girls face
Still you're the best friend i got
from the taint to the end slot
despite the fact that you always lure me in
after a couple twelve packs of Natty
Im once again nut deep in a fatty
saying I'm never fucking drinking again