Babe, Sleep Down (balls 911) Lyrics

What do you say about my wife

Motherfucker, I'll have you know that

My wife's stuff sags and tore like a colostomy bag full of magic sand

It spills and topples like a wine glass on the cruise ship

Keep her name out of your mouth

She treated my penis just like 9-11

The first time I thought it was an accident

But as soon as it happened twice

I knew it was intentional

There is a pile of rubble in my boxers

And I think William Basinski took a photo

Took a photo

Kill my uncle, I'm going to hell

Kill my uncle, I'm going to hell

Kill my uncle, I'm going to hell

Kill my uncle, I'm going to hell

Kill my uncle, I'm going to hell

Kill my uncle, I'm going to hell

Kill my uncle, I'm going to hell

I smacked her right

Because I want you back

I want you to make that horrify

And haunt like the ghost of a Victorian housewife

Make that scare a small lonely child

Make that thing drip and puddle like the wound that

Takes the life of a Victorian housewife in 1759

It was an accident

But as soon as it happened twice

I knew it was intentional

There is a pile of rubble in my boxers

And I think William Basinski took a photo

Took a photo (photo photo photo photo photo photo)

Penis

Will Graham it's me

Your old buddy Will Smith

It's been so long I was wondering

Does squelch and contort in grotesque ways

Like a rubber boot full of steak sauce

Does it snap and crack like a bear trap

Does the Mike's hard lemonade guy

The Queen treated my thing

Like a Chinese finger trap

In 2007, we had matched on OkCupid

We remained friends since and I wish her well

But she treated my thing like a very small shoe

She treated my penis just like 9-11

The first time I thought it was an accident

But as soon as it happened twice

I knew it was intentional

There is a pile of rubble in my boxers