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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 never wink again,
You 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 fuckin' go and give a dog VD,
That shit's beyond me,
Strike four,
I don't remember four, but whatever it was
Well ya better do it no more!
Strike five,
Well you're racking up strikes faster than your mama gettin' Facebook likes,
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!
Uh, alright
Strike eight,
You made me double date
With the bald dickhead and the 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 fuckin' gross,
Strike ten,
Well you drank my last beer
So baby pack your shit and get out of here,
Everybody knows it's ten fuckin' strikes, you're fuckin' out, you're out, you're out, you're out!
You're out!
Ten strikes you're out, yeah!
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