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