Lyrics
Told you motherfuckers what would happen, didn't listen
Now check out our championship rings; they're all glistening
Did you really think- you could beat us three times?
No way, that's why I be writing title rhymes
No way anyone could ever beat us thrice
Motherfuckers better be glad you beat us twice
You won two, but we won the one that matters
And like DMX, let's add up all the factors
Couldn't hit, couldn't field, next time better yield
So you don't get killed, on your very own field
When we came up to bat the crowd dropped their jaw
'Cause the better team won and everyone saw
Cause we be Poke Run Presby, I told you that before
Not sure why you always chose to ignore
Better not, 'specially since we the champs now
Got this shit on lock like a pearl in a clamshell
But man, I ain't provoking, you know I'm just joking
But you're the ones that started it with all that text toting
Caught with the smoking gun, I bet it ain't fun
Watch four balls go by, just to score a run
Your fans were supportive, some brought signs
But when the game started we're the ones that blew their minds
I tell our fans to come, but they already know
Who's gonna win, so they don't bother to show
Since they don't come, I gotta keep 'em updated
I'm the one that runs your league now, and I know you hate it
Didn't celebrate it, when I was named Commish
We know you bitched, when we became title rich
See, I was just playing, but then you wanted to talk
So I came up at ya with words that were harder than rock
Stock just got higher, and you know it won't be long
Next year, two times champs, I'll be remixing this song
