Toby Queef - s** My Balls (Jingle Bells) (feat. Toby Queef) lyrics

Howdy there, f*ggots! It's me, Toby Queef Everybody wanna hear a story? Grab your fifth of Beethoven Or yer moonshine with a little bit o' eggnog in there for good luck And listen up The following was all said by Jesus Christ at some point: I was drivin' down the street When the police came to me And they pulled to me to the curb And said "Can I see ID?" And I said, No, Sir, f** you Your probably a Jew So deck the halls and s** my balls Let's a smoke a blunt or two Orrr, you could... s** my balls s** my balls Police all to have AIDS (Hey) Got 'em one day from a bathhouse gang In Southeastern LA (Yay) s** my balls s** my Balls Police all have AIDS (Hey) So I hit the gas, and I crushed his a** And then I got away So I drove down to the park To hunt right after dark And I saw some hippies dancin' So I shot one in the heart And his friend said "Oh sh**, you f**in' k**ed him, man!" Then I made him eat his frisbee, and he thre up in his hand And I made him... s** my balls s** my balls Hippies all have AIDS (Hey) Got 'em one time from the bu*t s** vine on a vacation in Spain (Hey) s** my balls s** my balls Hippies all have AIDS (Hey) They smoke their crack, and shoot their smack, and smell like sh** all day Went to the tittie bar 'Cause it wasn't too far Saw a big tittie b**h with a bush so big, one day she'll be a star She likes Twinkies in her G-String Or maybe a Hershey bar Tonight, we gon' cow tippin' in the f**in' tittie bar (Yeehaa) s** my balls s** my balls Fat b**hes love cake I love to f** fat b**hes, like Catholics like to rape (Hey) s** my balls s** my balls Fat b**hes love cake And if you stole this album, Rucka thinks your f**ing gay WHITE POWDER! Powder? You know, c**aine? YEE-HAW!