Pinch Hitter

[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 skill 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 whore 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 suck at rhymin’ Batting average in the fuckin’ 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….Shit’s pathetic