She grabbed me by the bat, now it's going, going, gone
I never finish sex 'cause I'm so juiced out
But she nutted three times then we bashed then I bounced
I reside in Blackhawk in a big fucking house
My community is gated 'cause I don't strike out
Got a room with a chair
Got a room with a couch
Got a framed photograph of the time I met Alf
You know I'm not a hamburger but they call me Big Mac
Got the one ton Jimmy and the itty-bitty sack
My ball shrinky-dinky 'cause the ‘roids so strong
But it makes the aforementioned Jimmy-jam look long
The name is Mark, and no I'm not Mork
And yes, I eat pork 'cause it's tasty on my fork
And no, I'm not a jork but I'll jork it out the pork
'Cause Noah should have had the Bash Brothers on his ork
We are the perfect pair to start a new society
Filled with home-run hitting gold glove goliathes
Here's what I found on the web for "What is the plural of goliath?": Goliaths
Oh, we're goliaths, baby boy
Kirk Gibson’s a pariah, baby boy
I work out with a tire, baby boy
I wonder who can lift it higher, baby boy
Aaaaaah! Lift that tire, bitch
Put your back in it and lift it higher, bitch
Stab that needle in my ass 'til I am rich
Make me a god with the chemical sciences
Aaaaaah! Baseball, baseball, he-man hit the baseball
By the power of greyskull
Rip the skin off and eat the brains out the baseball
Gonna run a motherfucking train on the baseball
Aaaaaah! Don't tell me to be fucking calm
Whip out my dick on the Jumbotron
Whip out my balls cause my muscles so strong
Now the pain's so bad that my motherfucking heart stop-
She said she wants to fuck me with my uniform on She grabbed me by the bat, now it's going, going, gone I never finish sex 'cause I'm so juiced out But she nutted three times then we bashed then I bounced I reside in Blackhawk in a big fucking house My community is gated 'cause I don't strike out Got a room with a chair Got a room with a couch Got a framed photograph of the time I met Alf You know I'm not a hamburger but they call me Big Mac Got the one ton Jimmy and the itty-bitty sack My ball shrinky-dinky 'cause the ‘roids so strong But it makes the aforementioned Jimmy-jam look long The name is Mark, and no I'm not Mork And yes, I eat pork 'cause it's tasty on my fork And no, I'm not a jork but I'll jork it out the pork 'Cause Noah should have had the Bash Brothers on his ork We are the perfect pair to start a new society Filled with home-run hitting gold glove goliathes Here's what I found on the web for "What is the plural of goliath?": Goliaths Oh, we're goliaths, baby boy Kirk Gibson’s a pariah, baby boy I work out with a tire, baby boy I wonder who can lift it higher, baby boy Aaaaaah! Lift that tire, bitch Put your back in it and lift it higher, bitch Stab that needle in my ass 'til I am rich Make me a god with the chemical sciences Aaaaaah! Baseball, baseball, he-man hit the baseball By the power of greyskull Rip the skin off and eat the brains out the baseball Gonna run a motherfucking train on the baseball Aaaaaah! Don't tell me to be fucking calm Whip out my dick on the Jumbotron Whip out my balls cause my muscles so strong Now the pain's so bad that my motherfucking heart stop- Explain Request ×
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