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 f*ckin' 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!

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, hahahahaha!

Strike eight, you made me double date with a (?) dickhead 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 f*ckin' gross,

Strike ten, well you drank my last beer so baby pack your shit and get out of here, everybody knows it's ten f*ckin' strikes, you're f*ckin' out, you're out, you're out, you're out!

Ten strikes you're out, yeah!

You're out!

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