Life of the Party (Interlude)

The party started off, nothing was popping off
The drop that got the crowd moving, a guy that smelled like stale waffles

It all began, hearing a bunch of violins
Shitty food, a bunch of people, but I was invited by a friend

The moment he arrived, the stringed sounds had barely died
We heard his feet clatter, like pitter patter, he was looking at us
Like we didn't matter, he started his banter, standing in front of the banner
That was welcoming the people for a gathering

But then he slipped his zipper down, and reached in
Pulled out two fuzzy buddies, and the crowd was freaking
Chasing people round and round, he got a guy onto the ground
He dropped his balls into his mouth, then carried on about the house

People rushing towards the doors, trying to get out
Not knowing that he locked them, we were stuck in here with "Nuts Out"
He knew he had us cornered, we weren't going nowhere
That's when he started dancing, people started screaming, he started singing

Look at my balls, I'm the life of the party, better look at my balls bitch
Look at my balls, better look at my balls, better look at my balls bitch

Man, I'm up in the bathroom, he's coming soon
Walking up the stairs, it's like my doom

Knocking on each door, trying to peek from the floor
The boards creaking, making noise, I think he's only going for the boys

Each time I hear him drop, I hear them plop
His nuts slapping on the ground, I'm forever haunted by the sound
Of his sack scooting around, I try to lay down inside of the tub
That's when I heard him walk up

The door ain't locked, and now I'm all fucked
The knob begins to turn and my body locks up
He walks right up to the tub, homeboys got a mean chub
And now my fate is sealed, he looks at me and says "Open up" and sings

Look at my balls, I'm the life of the party, better look at my balls bitch
Look at my balls, better look at my balls, better look at my balls bitch

Ladies...

Look, At, My, Balls (Look at my balls)

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