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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 -