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