[Eminem]
                                    Ballz, Ballz, Ballz
                                    Ballz, Ballz, Ballz
                                    You'll never touch my..
                                    
                                    [Chorus - Eminem]
                                    Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough
                                    You're standin' tough
                                    But you know that no matter what
                                    You'll never get the chance to touch
                                    My ballz, ballz, ballz
                                    Ballz, ballz, ballz
                                    You'll never touch my ballz
                                    
                                    [Swift]
                                    I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin'
                                    And I don't even care who the hell you call in
                                    In this game, it ain't no talkin'
                                    You can get it started, I nail the coffin
                                    And all I here is "get your man up off him"
                                    So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin'
                                    And I ain't gotta prove you nothin'
                                    I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons
                                    
                                    [Bizarre]
                                    This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick
                                    He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit
                                    So I played my position and don't make a move
                                    Been doin' this for years, my team can't lose
                                    And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard
                                    9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard
                                    Hut one, hut two, I'm ready
                                    Hike, give the ball to Nelly
                                    And nobody out there feels me
                                    Take this 'fore you have to kill me
                                    And any player in my way, I'm foldin'
                                    Damn it, call holton
                                    
                                    [Chorus]
                                    
                                    [Eminem]
                                    Football, Football, I love football
                                    Yes, tres, dos, uno
                                    Dos, tres, fuck, shit, bitch, asshole son of a bitch
                                    Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle
                                    I just stepped in a mud puddle, butthole
                                    Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek
                                    Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak
                                    Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly
                                    That didn't work, try another play
                                    Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up
                                    I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt
                                    Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre
                                    But Jesus yikes, I think I can feel his balls
                                    My dick is long as it is hard, yeah so are my balls
                                    It's the longest yard, whoops that's not the chorus
                                    Run it back, wrong song, yeah disreguard
                                    That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on?
                                    On 5 and our timeouts are gone
                                    Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball
                                    To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds
                                    48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts
                                    Call another huddle, we're down by six
                                    The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift
                                    But he's so god dang high, that he's trips
                                    Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips
                                    And runs the ball all the way down to the one
                                    But he don't get in, but all we need is a put ???
                                    But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win
                                    But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten
                                    God dammit I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again
                                    Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth now
                                    We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea
                                    Quick, everybody get naked, Denaun go long
                                    I'ma throw the bomb, c'mon how they gonna tackle you with no pants on
                                    Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touchdown yeah I told you
                                    It's the longest yard
                                    
                                    [Chorus]
                                    
                                    [Kuniva]
                                    The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball
                                    I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft
                                    Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud
                                    It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks
                                    High steppin' through the end zone
                                    I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone
                                    It's time to rumble, no time to fumble
                                    And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble
                                    Playin' ball with killas, my team's the realest
                                    Three time offenders, even drug dealers
                                    One of the best runnin' backs there never was
                                    Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust
                                    
                                    [Proof]
                                    Yack is high, I got the highest yack
                                    Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks
                                    Bizarre snaps like a fire crack
                                    And my palm more stickier than spider back
                                    Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack us
                                    No matter how big they flyin' backwards
                                    Wide reciever, recievin' wide
                                    For every stride in my life, yo I breathe and die
                                    
                                    [Kon Artis]
                                    Defense is playin' a pass
                                    Then the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43)
                                    That means that its time for me
                                    To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell
                                    My tracks burn turf when they excell
                                    I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof
                                    He got dropped and the ball came loose
                                    And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare
                                    And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair
                                    Now I'm flyin' through the air like a superhero
                                    I can use this pose for a box of cereal
                                    I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio
                                    For bein' the best player on my team what
                                    As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut
                                    I do one run, run, the screen go run run
                                    Then I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!)
                                    Then I do the ninety shuffle so
                                    
                                    [Chorus]
                                    
                                    [Eminem]
                                    Footballs
                                    I'm talkin' about footballs dude