My Left Nut Itch

Are you still with the Network Health insurance this year?
I am no longer with them, but if you can
Help me, I would gladly be with you guys
Okay, well, we're not— we're not offering health insurance
Oh, well, what do you
I work with all the small-type members of Network Health plans
Hmm
So, are you not insured through your employer this year?
Uh, actually, I need some insurance, I'm
Glad you called 'cause I need some help
I have a situation, and I don't know where to go
But with your plan, I'm pretty sure you can give me
Somewhere to go to relieve me of my left ball itch
Okay, uh, okay, Devin?
Yes, sir?
Are you still with the Network Health
Are you still with the Network Health insurance?
Uh, do you think, from your work experience, that you guys
Can help me with my left nut itching constantly every day?
What do you think?
We do not have any benefits for that
Well, what about the right nut itching every day?
We have nothing for that either
For no nuts?
No
You don't have a testicle clause in there anywhere?
No
Glad you can't be of help
You're wasting my time and my left nut
Is still itching, you son of a bitch

Another block beater for you musty cock eaters
Ashy ankle niggas with no socks who rock sneakers
I'm just fuckin' with ya, I don't knock peoples
Unless you love to smoke, but you never got reefer
I'm not new, they call me school, but I'm a leader
With my peter, I'll pipe your wife in my Adidas
To the crowd for an hour, I'll keep ya
Blow front row, in the back, top bleachers
Wave your dick beaters in the air, freaky bitches
But hide your panties from your man, he'll see the leakage
Oh, okay

Ayy, Devin, that's not gon' work, man, you gotta try somethin' else
No, I'm serious, try somethin' else

These freaks and these sluts be like Swisher Sweet guts
Get dumped after I give them this meat and these nuts
I date 'em, I fake 'em, erase 'em, replace 'em, you chase 'em
Take 'em, mace 'em, then rape 'em
For goodness sake, I'm just sayin' I'm the opposite
Never have to lie on my dick, but still, I'm not a snitch
I got a bitch who
Ayy, Devin, that's not gon' work either, buddy, nope

Bitches tiptoe to put their tulips on my pubics
I grab 'em by their two hips, twist their legs up like a Rubik's Cube
Cool itch dude, or just call me Devin
Every hour of the day, I'm coffee-sippin'
Never whippin' my dick out unless I plan to use it
Like your gun or your wallet, man, you can't abuse it
You—, oh, okay

Damn, man, I think that wasn't
Don't— don't even worry about it, man, don't— don't worry about it
Damn