| Strike one, I saw you winking at my friends
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| I’ll poke your damn eye so you’ll never wink again
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| You’ll never wink again
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| Strike two, you touched my damn iPhone
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| My other bitches call and check so leave it alone
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| Just leave it alone
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| Eight more and you’d better not doubt
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| You’ll be out on the streets so don’t make me shout
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| Everybody knows it’s ten strikes you’re out, you’re out
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| Ten strikes you’re out, you’re out
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| Strike three, you gave my dog VD
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| How’d you fucking go give a dog VD?
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| That’s just beyond me
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| Strike four, I don’t remember four
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| But whatever it was well you’d better not do it no more
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| Strike five, well you’re racking up strikes
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| Faster than your momma getting Facebook likes
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| Everybody knows it’s ten strikes you’re out, you’re out
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| Ten strikes you’re out, you’re out
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| Six and Seven came as a pair
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| Piss and shit stains all over your underwear
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| Well baby you’re out, you’re out, you’re out, hahaha
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| Strike eight, you made me double date
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| With a bald dick head and a bitch who’s overweight
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| That made me irate
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| Strike nine, I understand you had gas
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| But you farted and another dude’s sperm dribbled out of your ass
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| That’s fucking gross
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| Strike ten, well you drank my last beer
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| So baby pack your shit and get out of here
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| Everybody knows it’s ten fucking strikes, you’re fucking out
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| You’re out, you’re out, you’re out
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| Ten strikes you’re out, yeah
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| You’re out |