Jacked Redneck Delivers Surprisingly Hysterical Poem About The Summer Heat, “It’s Hot As Balls”

Is anyone else extremely ready for the fall?

It’s been pretty damn hot, pretty much everywhere this whole summer and Ginger Billy, well, he’s had enough. He got so sick and tired of the southern heat that he cooked up a delightful little poem, affectionately titled, “It’s Hot As Balls.”

It’s surprisingly, yet hilariously, awesome.

A beer bottle on a dock


A beer bottle on a dock