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Tiger
’
s
balls
,
yeah
,
I
ate
Tiger
’
s
balls
Now
ain
’
t
nobody
gonna
stop
me
ever
at
all
Nobody
put
me
up
against
the
big
black
wall
Cos
I
ate
that
Tiger
’
s
testimonials
I
ate
Tiger
’
s
balls
.
"
Old
Monkey
he
laughs
fit
to
bust
,
holding
his
side
and
shakin
’
,
and
stampin
’
,
then
he
starts
singin
’
,
‘
Tiger
’
s
Balls
,
I
ate
tiger
’
s
balls
,
’
snappin
’
his
fingers
,
spinnin
’
around
on
his
two
feet
.
‘
That
’
s
a
fine
song
,
’
he
says
,
‘
I
’
m
going
to
sing
it
to
all
my
friends
.
’
‘
You
do
that
,
’
I
tell
him
,
and
I
head
back
to
the
watering
hole
.
"
There
’
s
Tiger
,
down
by
the
watering
hole
,
walking
up
and
down
,
with
his
tail
switchin
’
and
swishin
’
and
his
ears
and
the
fur
on
his
neck
up
as
far
as
they
can
go
,
and
he
’
s
snappin
’
at
every
insect
comes
by
with
his
huge
old
saber
-
teeth
,
and
his
eyes
flashin
’
orange
fire
.
He
looks
mean
and
scary
and
big
,
but
danglin
’
between
his
legs
,
there
’
s
the
littlest
balls
in
the
littlest
blackest
most
wrinkledy
ball
-
sack
you
ever
did
see
.
"
‘
Hey
,
Anansi
,
’
he
says
,
when
he
sees
me
.
‘
You
were
supposed
to
be
guarding
my
balls
while
I
went
swimming
.
But
when
I
got
out
of
the
swimming
hole
,
there
was
nothing
on
the
side
of
the
bank
but
these
little
black
shriveled
-
up
good
-
for
-
nothing
spider
balls
I
’
m
wearing
.
’
