Who's Got Yer Belly?

Well, the word on the street
I heard somebody say
Is you had a real shit turd of a day
So I looked in my pocket and guess what I found
Ten digits just waiting there to take you to town
I got a five-finger discount coming your way
I'm a finger ball wizard, I just give it away

You looking for some belly work, well, don't be alarmed
I got the finger tools on the end of my arm
If you're feeling low, I'll put my peanut in your jelly
No one's got your back, but who's got your belly, ah-haw?

Well, people got milk and people got game
They're both refreshing, but they're both not the same
When my baby gets my belly, she sets me on fire
When the ride is feeling hard, it 'cause there's air in my tire
When I get your belly, it's to show I care
Six-pack or spare tire, fully clothed or bare

You looking for some belly work, well don't, be alarmed
I got the finger tools on the end of my arm
The hockey games in over-time and someone broke the telly
No one's got your back but who's got your belly, ah-haw?

Take it, Alex

Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit
You got a problem, and we're gonna fix it
You gotta aim below the tits above the belt
With just the right pressure, so you don't leave a welt
Line up, single file, you all know the drill
If the livin' don't get you, then the rum will

You looking for some belly work, well, don't be alarmed
I got the finger tools on the end of my arm
You forgot to change the litter, know your kitty's getting smelly
No one's got your back, but who's got your belly?
If you feeling sick, I'll get you feeling welly-welly
No one's got your back, but who's got your belly?
You croaking for a dart and all that's open is the deli
No one's got your back, but who's got your belly?
You might be good at grammar, but yer terrible at spelly
No one's got your back, but who's got your belly? Come on, yeah

Check my resume, you know I got this



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Writer(s): Michael Smith
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