My Left Nut Itch
(专辑: Soulful Distance - 2021)
A-are you still with the
Network Health insurance this year? I
am no longer with them, but if you can help me, I
would gladly be with you guys! 'Kay, well, we're not—we're not offering health insurance Uh, well, what are you— I
work with all the
small-type members of Network Health plans Hmm! So, are you not insured through your employer this year? Uh actually, I
need some insurance. I'm glad you called, 'cause I
need some help. I
have a
situation, I
don't know where to go, but with your plan, I'm pretty sure you can give me somewhere to go to relieve me of my left ball itch Eh... okay, Devin? Yes, sir? — with the
Network Health group—are you still with the
Network Health insurance? Uh, do you think, from your work experience, that you guys can help me with my left nut itching constantly, every day? What do you think? We don't have anything to fix for that Well, what about the
right nut itching every day? We have... nothing for that either For no nuts? No You don't have a
testicle clause in there anywhere? No Glad you can't be of help! You're wasting my time, and my left nut is still itching, you son of a
bitch Another block beater for you musty cock eaters Ashy ankle niggas with no socks who rock sneakers I'm just fucking with ya, I
don't knock peoples Unless you love to smoke, but you never got reefer I'm not new, they call me school, but I'm a
leader With my Peter, I'll pipe your wife in my Adidas To the
crowd, for an hour I'll keep ya Blow front row, in the
back, top bleachers Wave your dick beaters in the
air, freaky bitches But hide your panties from your man, he'll see the
leakage Ay Dave, that's not gonna work man, you gotta try something else. No, I'm serious, try something else These freaks and these sluts be like Swisher Sweet guts Get dumped after I
give them this meat and these nuts I
date 'em, fake 'em, erase 'em, replace 'em You chase 'em, you take 'em, mace 'em, then rape 'em For goodness' sake, I'm just saying I'm the
opposite Never have to lie on my dick, but still I'm not a
snitch I
got a
bitch who— Ay Dave, that's not gonna work either, buddy. Nope Bitches tiptoe to put the
tulips on my pubics I
grab 'em by their two hips, twist their legs up like a
Rubik's Cube Who? It's Dude, or just call me Devin Every hour of the
day I'm coffee-sipping Never whipping my dick out unless I
plan to use it Like your gun or your wallet, man, you can't abuse it You—what? God damn, man, [?]... don't even worry about it, man, don't—don't worry about it