Batter Up - The Chet Baker Quartet

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

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

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