Showing posts with label Testicles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Testicles. Show all posts

Sunday, December 6, 2020

Macho Man

 VERSE 1

Every day is leg day, make the ladies beg day

Mix some manly sperm with their eggs day

My pistols are big, but not as big as my dick

Give the ladies something to suck on and lick

I drive my hummer with a loud fucking motor

I leave behind a nice trail of gasoline odors

I’m a macho man! Don’t believe me? I’ll tell you

Toxic masculinity is what I’m trying to sell you


CHORUS

Macho man! Macho man!

The manliest of mansplainers!

Macho man! Macho man!

Fitness and beef are my college majors!


VERSE 2

How can I put this into words you’ll understand?

You’re a womanly woman and I’m a manly man

I talk down to you because that’s what kings do

Even other peasants will tell you that it’s true


CHORUS

Macho man! Macho man!

The manliest of mansplainers!

Macho man! Macho man!

Fitness and beef are my college majors!


VERSE 3

Fire my bazooka in a first person shooter game

Because real life wars by comparison are tame

I scream my B-words and a shit-load of C-words

Until my macho manliness melts the ladies’ beavers

Teabag my victims whether they ask for it or not

Balls in their faces while their corpses burn and rot

You could question my sexuality forever and a day

But I’ll flip the script and call your faggy ass gay


CHORUS

Macho man! Macho man!

The manliest of mansplainers!

Macho man! Macho man!

Fitness and beef are my college majors!


FINAL VERSE

Why are all my friends walking away from me?

Because I called them words that start with a B?

Maybe I’m just a coward fighting off low T

Lacking empathy for others, too blind to see

It’s on the tip of my tongue, I can’t figure it out

Has it always been my fault? Is that what it’s about?

It would take some ballsy courage to admit my mistakes

And admit my macho manliness has always been fake

Monday, July 24, 2017

Balls

CHORUS
You don’t have the balls to shoot me down!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to watch me drown!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!

VERSE 1
You talk forever like it’s a real exercise
Working your jaw muscles by telling lies
That shit’s got to be made out of iron
You think you’ve got balls the size of tires?
You’re shaking and shivering like it’s winter
Your only true pain is like a wooden splinter
You’re no different from the rest of the chickens
Running away when it’s time for ass-kickings

EXTENDED CHORUS
You don’t have the balls to shoot me down!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to watch me drown!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to run this town!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
Cacophony is your greatest sound!
Ugh!

VERSE 2
You’ve got your AK-47 locked and loaded
Your hair trigger temper has all but exploded
You’ve got a belt of grenades around your waist
You rush into battle with a zealot’s kind of haste
You throw your life away over temporary anger
Throw yourself in front of unnecessary danger
You’ve got some shrinkage and it’s not laundry
You can’t axe your way out of your own quandary

EXTENDED CHORUS 2
You don’t have the balls to shoot me down!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to watch me drown!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to ground and pound!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
Check for your nuts in the lost and found!
Rah!

BRIDGE
You don’t wear the pants, but you wear the G-string
Cutting your ass off until you’re no longer breathing
You don’t wear the colors, because they run
Shutting you up will be a lot of fucking fun!

Balls! Balls! Balls! BALLS!