The Bullpen

[Intro] Hey! Who? Doomtree [Hook] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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