[Verse 1]
Known to knock it out: Ambient, Nyquill
Bases loaded. Can't handle it? I will!
Take notice, become a fan of this mic sk**
Dirty cleats flow, Y'all sandals wit white frills
Damn it, ya ice grills soothing my back pain
Get off the field once you choose me a bat, mayne
Crowd full of ghosts might BOO kuz you're that lame
What can you do for the Rap Game? Hmmm
Spend time… practicin' more
What you wanna cause an accident for?
Bat hit the floor and it cracks like a who*e
Ya pitiful: that's why they laugh atcha, boy!
You gotta stop spittin' like you chew tobacco in the
Dug Out. Get a hit? But no, you Struck out
No need to bug out, maybe this not ya sport
The ‘roids got you pissed off and poor
[HOOK]
Not good enough to play on the team (team)
But step up to the plate when they need (Me)
They hatin' how I make it look Easy
Pinch hitter/pinch hitter/hitter
[SKIT]
I was on a baseball team for ONE at bat. I was 10 years old
I swung at the first pitch, hit it & started running to first
“FOUL BALL”. I ran off the field in tears. True story
[Verse 2]
Why you wound up the tightest
Maybe it's because you s** at rhymin'
Batting average in the f**in' Minus
Get slammed for a grand then run ya diamonds
It's something timeless. No shot clock, see
Take ya base like a rock fiend. Y'all got me…
Yawnin' by the seventh inning stretch
Send ya some chin music…..severin' ya neck
That explains why you dressin' like a sped
Wit them bicycle helmets on ya head (DUHHHH)
Your so called hot rhymes more like Pop Flies
Easily caught son and mine is a line drives
With steam comin' off ‘em. You gotta be quick to get it
Signs in between your thighs…the pitcher read it
Gotta make the playoffs before you get the pennant
He all…pissed at T-Ball….sh**'s pathetic