Big Sack Mack
(Big Sack)
Mac Big Sack Mac, throws it back and you hear his
Balls clap
BBC, to his knees, slaps his thighs as he sneeze
Sweat is flying while they're frying in his
Pants
And in an envy, they all tryna cop a glance
Fattest packaging the nation, whisper people in the station
While he's walking, crowds are stalking, thousands gather, blankly gawking
At the girth, in his turf, which they all wish they could surf
But it ain't all smooth seas for the man of big Ds
(Sorry sir but the weight limit is 400 pounds)
Seeking ways of redemption from his life of exemption
Balls too big, sack too large, losing hope of taking charge
Then he started making rhymes, making rhythm, despite his major case of autism
As the years went by, he climbed his way to the top
Making beats so hard, they can make your balls drop
Once he seized his game, he began to rise in fame
Building stacks with his sack, from the ground to his crack
Once a shame, now his prize, confidence became becoming comprised
His bars were big, his sack was bigger, he started befriending many nice people
(Big sack mack)
Big sack mark, throws it back, and then you
Hear his balls clap BBC, by his knees, slaps his thighs, as he sneezes Call the turbulence, if you please
(Big sack mack)
(No chance of sterilization)
(Big sack mack)
(How is he standing?)
(Big sack mack)
Mac Big Sack Mac, throws it back and you hear his
Balls clap
BBC, to his knees, slaps his thighs as he sneeze
Sweat is flying while they're frying in his
Pants
And in an envy, they all tryna cop a glance
Fattest packaging the nation, whisper people in the station
While he's walking, crowds are stalking, thousands gather, blankly gawking
At the girth, in his turf, which they all wish they could surf
But it ain't all smooth seas for the man of big Ds
(Sorry sir but the weight limit is 400 pounds)
Seeking ways of redemption from his life of exemption
Balls too big, sack too large, losing hope of taking charge
Then he started making rhymes, making rhythm, despite his major case of autism
As the years went by, he climbed his way to the top
Making beats so hard, they can make your balls drop
Once he seized his game, he began to rise in fame
Building stacks with his sack, from the ground to his crack
Once a shame, now his prize, confidence became becoming comprised
His bars were big, his sack was bigger, he started befriending many nice people
(Big sack mack)
Big sack mark, throws it back, and then you
Hear his balls clap BBC, by his knees, slaps his thighs, as he sneezes Call the turbulence, if you please
(Big sack mack)
(No chance of sterilization)
(Big sack mack)
(How is he standing?)
(Big sack mack)
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Midura
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