Batter Up lyrics

Artist  : St. Lunatics 
Song : Batter Up



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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
Bob say hi
(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

*Stadium
announcer*
And now.. please rise for the
singing of our national
anthem

(Chorus)
*paraphrasing "The
Jeffersons"*
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
tah-rying
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
livin, it's Lunatics playa
It ain't nuttin
wrong with that, wha - batter up

St.
Lunatics-
I'm the first to swing
I'ma 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 threw a curve
ball
She owed Mill and smoked that herb and
some Lilly-bone
She tip-top 'em,
Optimo
First base, yall livin 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
Sittin 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
fuckin 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
leauge

(Chorus)

Nelly-
Well you
should see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now
I'm
stealin second and third and lookin home peepin
greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy
now
Known for runnin 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 thang
If I stick with my dick
then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain
through the atmosphere, what we got here
A
sucka 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

(Chorus)

*Sports
personalities*
Well uhh 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..
Mur-uhh,
Murphy Lee or somethin)

Murphy Lee-
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 somethin now, you think twice about it
tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file
cabinets when rappin
Wha wha
Money, money,
money, money what's happenin
I'm comin 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

(Chorus)

*Sports
personalities ad libbing*