Batter Up-André Previn

Welcome ladies and gentlemen This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-f**k from '93 TV This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco (Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah We got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game And now, please rise for the singing of our national anthem I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right) It took a whole lot of trying Just to get up that hill I said but now we're up in the big leagues My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics player It ain't nothing wrong with that, batter up I'm the first to swing Home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings F**k a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love Hit the club, me and T-Luv holla what I put my mack down, she throw a curve ball She owed Milli smoked that herb and some Llly-bone She tip-top 'em, Optimo First base, god living like a worst race First chase, throw yo' people and yo' kind Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo' mind It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme Sitting strong, skipped third base and headed home Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bong What the f**k wrong, with this world today With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way You wasn't f**king with me, leave, for the wrap that's in my seed Now you stays on yo knees cause we's be in the big league Cause we's be in the big league Well you should see me now, I'm eating Wheaties now I'm stealing second and third and looking home peeping greedy now See me now, people call me speedy now Known for running the quickest miles hit and run in any town, any ground Rules 'fore I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) f**k it, lick it Ain't no shame in my game, that normal sh*t ain't my thing If I think with my dick then put your mouth on my brain I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here A sucker in fear, hear the roars and the cheers From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down Well this next young batter on deck He's still in high school (yeah I heard that) (It's a great day though) A good high school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri (I think his name's umm, who knows, Murphey Lee or something) I want my name not, not said but screamed I went from fantasies to dreams, dreams to bigger things I'm like Bennett I been in it since, ninety-three You can tell cause my L angle 90 degrees I'ma sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mill' I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto I could tell you something now, you think twice about it tomorrow I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rapping Money, money, money, money what's happening I'm coming up like family members in basements, and I stay bent Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me And the 'tic is who I came with You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do