"Hello?"
"Yeah, you give sax lessons?"
"Not at this time at night"
"Why not this time of the night?"
"I'm only up at this time of night"
"I play music of the night"
"No, no, I'm not awake in the day"
"Read my lips, scary "
"Aww man, why you guys in the goddamn yellow pages then?"
"The fuckin, the goddamn, what's it?"
"No, it's the Weekly"
"In parentheses, "No gig too scary" "
"And that's just what I am, scary"

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, bitch, Super Balls, is the name
And I come from a far away planet
Southwest Del Ray, goddamn it
And it's the land of the smog filled maniacs
Super Balls, and concrete nut sacks
You know that bag lady skank that always bothers you
I'm here to fuck her yo, it's what I do
So tell me where the hoes is at
The fat loopy bitches with the lumpy backs
Super Balls ain't scared of a fuckin thing
Hold your belly up
And I'll stick you with my super wang
So who's next?
The bitch with the rubber eye
It won't shut, and now she can't find a guy
It scared everybody off, so I guess my duty calls
Bitch, They call me Super Balls

Ain't no bitch too fat
Naw, none
Ain't no bitch too wack
Naw baby naw
Ain't no bitch too ugly
Whoo!
For Super Balls
whooh whoop!
(x2)

I met a girl looked a lot like a turkey
So I fucked her and her neden went blalala
Cause I could give a motherfuck about looks
I just jock up another one for the books
I know this bitch fat round like a beachball
You can roll her up, and bounce her off the wall
We played ball, shoot hoops, she can hold steady
Then I stick my ding dong in the fat patty
Just cause no one calls your home
Don't mean that you're all alone
Just call Super Balls to the rescue
Now here's what I'm a do
I might stick my big toe in your butthole
And then tickle your neden with my other toes
Ugly bitches in need, I crash through the walls
Big daddy J Violent Super Balls

Ain't no bitch to fat
Yeah, motherfucker
Ain't no bitch to wack
Better ask somebody
Ain't no bitch to ugly
For Super Balls
whooh whoop!

Ain't no bitch too fat
Naw, none
Ain't no bitch too wack
Naw baby naw
Ain't no bitch too ugly
Whoo!
For Super Balls
whooh whoop!

It's a bright mid-summer day in Metropolis
And there's not much news fit to televise at Galaxy Communications
Where in his office Clark Kent
Is monitoring the 12:00 news
"Uh uh, it goes thump thump thumpin against your clit"
"Harder harder!"
Lois Lane, ace reporter for Galaxy Communications
Opens Clark's door and looks in
"When the hell do I get something out of this?"

It's down, it's down with the clown
Fuck fat bitches and charge by the pound
I gets paid and I bought a new Lexus
Cause I fucked a bitch bigger than Texas
Super Balls don't care where his nuts at
One night, I found 'em in your mom's butt crack
You was playin Nintendo upstairs
I had my dick stickin in your mom's butt hairs
Granny walked in, puffing on a J
Puff, my pussys turning gray
She asked if I would mind dipping in the sugar walls
I said it ain't no thing for Super Balls
Super Balls is in the motherfucking house!

Ain't no bitch too fat
Naw, none
Ain't no bitch too wack
Naw baby naw
Ain't no bitch too ugly
Whoo!
For Super Balls
whooh whoop!
(x6)


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