Woke up, in the mornin'
With a ballsac, that was fallin'
It was movin', it was shakin'
It was earthin', it was quakin'
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
But I'm not a man at alls
Not a man at alls
Took the red pill, took the blue pill
But the itchin', it was there still
It was lookin', for a good time
It was cookin', for some behind
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
But I'm not a man at alls
Not a man at alls
We went cruisin, to the nightclub
I was chillin', to some psy-dub
Then my ballsac, saw some ladies
Cracked a fat one, he went crazy
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
But I'm not a man at alls
Not a man at alls
Frightened, of the power
Of my ballsac, at this hour
He grew hungry, he grew mighty
Burstin' out my, tighty whities
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
But I'm not a man at alls
Not a man at alls
My ballsac, started hurtin'
He was quirtin', he was slurptin'
Then the matrix, was decoded
And my ballsac, he exploded
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
I got itchy balls
But I'm not a man at alls
Not a man at alls
Not a man at alls
Not a man at alls
I got itchy balls, I got itchy balls
I got
Itchy balls!
I got itchy balls, I got itchy balls
Itchy balls!
Balls, balls balls
I got itchy balls
I got I got
Itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy
Itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy
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