The Bullpen

Hey!
Who?
Doomtree
Forget the bull in the china shop
There’s a china doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
Bitin' at the bit
Swing at every pitch
Coach put me in like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There’s a china doll in the bullpen
It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip
Talk a little shit, roll thick
Whole clique
Let’s begin like
It’s been assumed I’m soft or irrelevant
'Cause I refuse to downplay my intelligence
But in a room of thugs and rap veterans
Why am I the only one
Who’s acting like a gentleman?
Good form bad taste
Pity what a waste
All that style, not a thing to say
Looks to me like
A little of your true school
Is at the shallow end of the typing pool
All cloak, no dagger
Just smoke and swagger
I hope that your battery’s charged
'Cause I found this here ladder
Now your ceilings don’t matter
Check me out
Now I got glass floors
Forget the bull in the china shop
There’s a china doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
Bitin' at the bit
Swing at every pitch
Coach put me in like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There’s a china doll in the bullpen
It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip
Talk a little shit, roll thick
Whole clique
Let’s begin like
They love me, they love me not
Pulling pedals off my bike
You gotta strike while the irony’s still hot
No telling what the kids might like
And I love this job, but ah, good god
Sometimes I hate this business
It’s all love backstage but then the boys get brave
Gotta say, I hope your mother doesn’t listen
Excuse me, where you going
Doomtree, Minnesota
Population’s growing all the time
And if you feel this
You know what the deal is
Grab a chisel tip and add one to the number on the sign like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There’s a china doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
Bitin' at the bit
Swing at every pitch
Coach put me in like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There’s a china doll in the bullpen
It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip
Talk a little shit, roll thick
Whole clique
To the end like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There’s a china doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
Bitin' at the bit
Swing at every pitch
Coach put me in like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There’s a china doll in the bullpen
It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip
Talk a little shit, roll thick
Whole clique
Let’s begin like