My Left Nut Itch - Devin the Dude

A-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!

'Kay, well, we’re not—we're not offering health insurance

Uh, well, what are 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, 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

Eh… okay, Devin?

Yes, sir?

— with the Network Health group—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 don’t have anything to fix 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

Ay Dave, that’s not gonna 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, fake 'em, erase 'em, replace 'em

You chase 'em, you 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—

Ay Dave, that’s not gonna work either, buddy.

Nope

Bitches tiptoe to put the tulips on my pubics

I grab 'em by their two hips, twist their legs up like a Rubik’s Cube

Who?

It’s 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—what?

God damn, man, … don’t even worry about it, man, don’t—don't worry about it