Losing 4 in a row at home sure leaves a bitter taste Someone should tell ol Jimmy that no pitch is safe It's a wicked game we play and we wearing rings for a reason, we bout to bring forth a beatin You'll be drownin in your sorrows when you see Schwarber swingin The avalanche of blows will leave you mournin and grievin And that's before Bryzzo even shows its form in this evening One is just the MVP; the other's got golden gloves Trust me, they didn't get where they at by showin love Beware the ambidextrous swiss army knife Those are such people you don't wanna piss off in life And lurking in the shadows is your ticket back to Madison Another silent killer known to lift a blast to Addison Were winnin back to back and then establishin the dynasty Now bow the horsefeathers down to your Majesty and Highness, Bs