The Bullpen

Hey, you! Doomtree Forget the bull in the china shop There's a china doll in the bullpen Walk with a switch, fire in her fist Biting 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 Biting 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 Biting 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 'Til 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 Biting 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