Ten Strikes You're Out

Ohh
Ow-ow
One, two
Flip them burgers man!

Strike one
I saw you winking at my friends
I'll poke your damn eye so you'll never wink again
You'll never wink again

Strike two
You touched my damn iPhone
My other bitches call and check so leave it alone
Just leave it alone
Eight more, and you'd better not doubt
You'll be out on the streets, so don't make me shout

Everybody knows it's ten strikes you're out
You're out
Ten strikes you're out
You're out

Strike three
You gave my dog VD
How'd you fuckin' go give a dog VD
That's just beyond me

Strike four
I don't remember four
But whatever it was
Well, you'd better not do it no more!

Strike five
Well, you're racking up strikes
Faster than your mom get Facebook likes

Everybody knows it's ten strikes you're out
You're out
Ten strikes you're out
You're out

Six and seven came as a pair
Piss and shit stains all over your underwear
Well, baby you're out
You're out
You're out, hahaha haha!

Alright, strike eight
You made me double date with a poor dickhead and a bitch who's overweight
That made me irate
Strike nine
I understand you had gas but you farted and another dude's sperm dripped out of your ass
That's fuckin' gross

Strike ten
Well, you drank my last beer so baby pack your shit and get out of here
Everybody knows it's ten fuckin' strikes
You're fuckin' out
You're out
You're out
You're out
You lose
Ten strikes you're out, yeah!

You're out!



Credits
Writer(s): Russell Parrish, Darren Leader, Travis Haley, Ralph Saenz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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