Got on my assless sweatpants
Got on my running shoes
When my hog hits the morning air
I'll be jogging behind you
Pecker flopping in the wind
Bouncing like bra-less tits
Don't you try to pretend
That you don't want it

Exercise like a man
Jogging with my dick out
Everybody freak out
Balls out of control
Jogging with my dick out
C'mon and scream and shout

Galloping testicles right in front of your house
You could hear 'em from down the street
Your wife and daughter's crotches get creamy
When they gaze and gawk at my meat
Doing jumping jacks on your lawn
Got on my Slayer cock ring sweatband
Got on my see through muscle shirt
Sure looking good with my dick in my hand

- There goes the neighborhood -

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