Ten Strikes You're Out

Oh, one, two, BBQ

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 that shit, so leave it alone Just leave it alone

Eight more and you better not doubt You'll be out on the street 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 and give a dog VD? That shit's beyond me Strike four, I don't remember four But whatever was Well ya better not do it no more

Strike five, well you're racking up strikes Faster than your mama getting Facebook likes, And 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 Uh, alright

Strike eight, you made me double date With the bald dickhead and the Bitch who was overweight That made me irate Strike nine, I understand you had gas But you farted and another dudes 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 outta 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