Testo: FunkyJahPunkys. Third World War. My Balls.

My balls are like gods, by all written standards

Shooting hot life, like angels from heaven

Like a miracle in a sack, or fairy dust from a whole

Two loaded canons, launching through one pole

Little hairy, virgin marys, brewing beats & prepping breaths

Little odd, god facades, on an evolutionary quest

I said my balls