The Longest Yard Soundtrack D12-Eminem Lyrics
            [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 n____ was talkin'
            And I ain't gotta prove you nothin'
            I do it and you ain't gotta push my b___ons
        
            [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'
            d___ it, call holton
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Eminem]
            Football, Football, I love football
            Yes, tres, dos, uno
            Dos, tres, f___, s___, b____, a__hole son of a b____
            Everybody cuddle, blah I mean huddle
            I just stepped in a mud puddle, b___hole
            Freak, who just tapped on my a__ 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 b___
            Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre
            But Jesus yikes, I think I can feel his b____
            My d___ is long as it is hard, yeah so are my b____
            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 a__ 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
            a__ out with a floppin' s______, 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
        
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