Based-Ball

You started playing for the other team so when I went to pitch you called a time out.

Now time Is up and there is a silent crowd.

As I watch from the sidelines; you swing and you miss, but then you'll hit a bunter, that'll tear your ass if you make that home run.

While I'm amiss, caught on the kiss cam warming this bleacher and I'm pissed off.

I'm done honey bun; cause the only future I see costs me playing this game. It is me potentially getting drafted and leaving our team.

While if I were to be realistic, ostensibly for us there is nothing on base.

On your lies up to this inning we've been lead to this loss

The home run you just swung at might be the final straw.

Plus the lies!! These damn lies, how you ultimately cost us the season.

I'm sick at the fact that you're up to bat again, and in the first place.

The sickened grimace my face takes makes you strike all the way out.

Now you are truly the foul ball,

So Fuck you fuck boy,

You can't win them all.