The Bullpen (Live)

[Chorus]
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 your battery's charged
'Cause I found this here ladder
Now your ceilings don't matter
Check me out
Now I got glass floors

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

Oh, ooh
Forget the, forget the, forget the
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