Batter Up

Album: Country Grammar (2000)
Charted: 28
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  • Welcome ladies and gentlemen
    This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
    This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
    (Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
    We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob
    Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game

    And now, please rise for the singing of our national anthem

    I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
    Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
    It took a whole lot of trying
    Just to get up that hill
    I said but now we're up in the big leagues
    My dirty it's our turn at bat
    And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
    It ain't nothing wrong with that, batter up

    I'm the first to swing
    Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
    Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
    Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what
    I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball
    She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone
    She tip-top 'em, Optimo
    First base, god living like a worst race
    First chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind
    Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind
    It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme
    Sitting strong, skipped third base and headed home
    Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bong
    What the fuck wrong, with this world today
    With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
    You wasn't fucking with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed
    Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big league
    Cause we's be in the big league

    I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
    Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
    It took a whole lot of trying
    Just to get up that hill
    I said but now we're up in the big leagues
    My dirty it's our turn at bat
    And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
    It ain't nothing wrong with that, batter up

    Well you should see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now
    I'm stealing second and third and looking home peeping greedy now
    See me now, people call me speedy now
    Known for running the quickest miles
    hit and run in any town, any ground
    Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
    And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
    Ain't no shame in my game, that normal shit ain't my thing
    If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my brain
    I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here
    A sucker in fear, hear the roars and the cheers
    From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
    Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down

    I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
    Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
    It took a whole lot of trying
    Just to get up that hill
    I said but now we're up in the big leagues
    My dirty it's our turn at bat
    And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
    It ain't nothing wrong with that, batter up

    Well this next young batter on deck
    He's still in high school (yeah I heard that)
    (It's a great day though)
    A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
    (I think his name's umm, who knows,
    Murphey Lee or something)

    I want my name not, not said but screamed
    I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things
    I'm like Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three
    You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees
    I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
    Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill'
    I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto
    I could tell you something now, you think twice about it tomorrow
    I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rapping
    Money, money, money, money what's happening
    I'm coming up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
    Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me
    And the 'tic is who I came with
    You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

    I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
    Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
    It took a whole lot of trying
    Just to get up that hill
    I said but now we're up in the big leagues
    My dirty it's our turn at bat
    And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
    It ain't nothing wrong with that, batter up Writer/s: JANET DUBOIS, JASON EPPERSON, JEFF BARRY, STEVE WILLS
    Publisher: D2 PRO PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, The Administration MP, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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