Ten Strikes You’re Out

Lyrics

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 fucking 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 momma getting 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 Strike eight, you made me double date With a bald dick head 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 dribbled out of your ass That's fucking gross Strike ten, well you drank my last beer So baby pack your shit and get out of here Everybody knows it's ten fucking strikes, you're fucking out You're out, you're out, you're out Ten strikes you're out, yeah You're out