Sack Attack

One punch, two punch, three and to the four
One crunch, two crunch, that's what I call gore
My nutsack looks like a depressed flapjack
Because she pressed and then slapped
My penis' knapsack
That can only hold two snacks
Like one or two crackerjacks
So hop in your Cadillac, put in reverse and slowly back
Over my nuts then double back, just keep doing laps
This is a race track of sack, land a plane on my tarsac
I don't care about your zodiac
And because I'm insomniac, bring new meaning to "hit the sack"
Pick the angle of your attack, then unleash and don't hold back
Spike my balls like a running back
The plastic ring of a six-pack chokes my sack like a leatherback
Cables hooked to my cocks rack
There's only one kind of a rest I'm getting and that's cardiac