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Lyrics
Chorus
I don't ever wanna hear anyone
Poking fun at our church, Poke Run
Might have to have us some fun
Busting back at everyone
Don't really care where you come from
Best believe we're gon get the job done
'Cause you know we're from Poke Run Presby
Only defeat us if we let thee
Betta be afraid- cause here we come
You know we be them bytches from Poke Run
If your pitcher goes missing, betta blame it on us
'Cause we be the hardest team since Starsky and Hutch
On second thought, hell nah man, we didn't do it
We want your best shot, so shut up and screw it
Lost in the Finals, catastrophe
Beating us should be fucking blasphemy
A tragedy, when we get an "L"
Making them look frail, even when we fail
Sending them to hell, you know its heaven
For them, that the game's not nine innings, seven
Yeah, we play seven, we should charge like Kevin
Costner, and boss ya around
On your very own field, what ya say
Can get ya ass killed
At least in the box score
Its a bore when we play ya, please try harder
'Cause we rip through your "D" like they're fucking water
Chorus
We ain't stupid, we know ya'll don't like us
We know deep down, you fuckers wanna fight us
And if its a fight you want, that's what ya got
Fuck that one umpire, that ball was caught
It doesn't really matter, how much ya screw us
We should go to Milwaukee, we could beat the Brewers
Of course ya'll hate us, we're the only playas
That can beat your faces on an everyday basis
Come on, just face it, you bytches can't touch us
Fuckin' wit us, we'll have you walkin' on crutches
Gonna need cream, for ya ass
Next morning, flag's gonna be half-mast
We'll get the last laugh
As we clear a path
For our Yeti friend, you can feel his wrath
We can beat ya with a bat, or shoot ya with a gat
Choose the latter, motherfucker, and you won't be back
Chorus
Fuck that team, 'cause I bet they all swallow
Ya'll know I'm talkin' 'bout those bytches at North Apollo
Every call that goes against them, motherfuckers be bytchin'
If they can't take the heat, they should get the fuck out the kitchen
They call themselves North Apollo "number one"
More like the #1 dicks, since they fuck everyone
They may run the league, but we answer to no man
I wish Buzz would have handi-capped the slow man
I don't hate those who are challenged, but it's no challenge at all
The only thing they got our number in is suck a dick ball
They always gotta cheat, 'cause they know they can't beat us
Yeah they better be praying, 'cause they gonna need Jesus
We're gonna get into a rumble and beat 'em down like Mick Foley
This is a church league, so we should use gats and make 'em holy
We're taking it this year, so you bustas better hide
Figures this is a church league, since God's on OUR side...
