ROGER THAT

How many times can I rhyme fuck you to tell you I mean it?
Slamming the pins and gambling your life in the deep end
I'd bet a nickel of my doubt but nobody would wanna raise it
I know that you won't get off the bench in this home season
Out in the field, or skating the ice
You'll float in my pool, fuck around and find out
That without a mouthguard and pads you shouldn't come by
When it's time to phone a friend, don't call mine
I can't stop watching you beating your own ass
And handing out tickets to show it
We're watching you beating your own ass
And somehow you don't even notice
The fruit on the tree, is stale at the core
You're losing this battle, but still in the war
Every breath that you take is just wasted away
On vomit covered floors, in a t-shirt with stains
Watching you beating your own ass
And somehow you don't even notice
Watching you beating your own ass
And handing out tickets to show it
As you always seem to fail yourself
With bases loaded and a cry for help
And thought it's soon when you'll be striking out
Try not to go out hating on someone else today