Oh, one, two, BBQ

Flip them burgers man

Strike one, I saw you winking at my friends

I'll poke your damn eye so you'll never wink again

You'll never wink again

Strike two, you touched my damn iPhone

My other bitches call that shit, so leave it alone

Just leave it alone

Eight more and you better not doubt

You'll be out on the street so don't make me shout

Everybody knows it's ten strikes you're out! You're out!

Ten strikes you're out, you're out

Strike three, you gave my dog VD

How'd you fucking go and give a dog VD?

That shit's beyond me

Strike four, I don't remember four

But whatever was

Well ya better not do it no more

Strike five, well you're racking up strikes

Faster than your mama getting Facebook likes,

And everybody knows it's ten strikes, you're out, you're out

Ten strikes you're out, you're out

Six and Seven came as a pair

Piss and shit stains all over your underwear

Well baby you're out, you're out, you're out, hahaha

Uh, alright

Strike eight, you made me double date

With the bald dickhead and the

Bitch who was overweight

That made me irate

Strike nine, I understand you had gas

But you farted and another dudes

Sperm dribbled out of your ass

That's fucking gross

Strike ten, well you drank my last beer

So baby pack your shit and get outta here

Everybody knows it's ten fucking strikes

You're fucking out

You're out, you're out, you're out

Ten strikes you're out, yeah

You're out