[Hook]

This is how I work on the Dirty Diamond
Nail them one by one with precise and timing
Going all out when I toe the rubber
Put them all in a slump thrown in the gutter
I get all the bats whipped like a bowl of butter
It's like I put a hole in one, I don't need a putter
Put their mind in a clutter
Batter steps up see the coward shudder
Then I mutter without stutter under my breath
"Next victim please" put my skills to the test

[Verse 1]

Pitch number one is my bread and butter
Inside or out, it's the fastball cutter
I put two seams at my finger tips
Offset one side through the air it rips
So accurate
Right to the mitt
Outside corner so hard to hit
Solid so I get the grounders late in the count
Sticky situation roll them over and out
With the two for one
Getting my job done
Everybody knows double plays are fun
But as for me I'm all about the k's
So when the counts 0-2 I throw it in above the waist
Grip four seams so it's hard and straight
It ain't cutting away so they take the bait
But by the time they bite already too late
Now he's chasing at the up and in
Sit on the bench again
"Next victim please" the next challenge begins

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[Verse 2]

Next on the list is my signature pitch
My screwball makes working lefties a sinch
The way it breaks away you can see them flinch
Two strikes already? Now they're on the bench
Cause screw baby breaks in the other direction
And adjusting mid-swing is just out of the question
So have a nice seat in he strikeout section
When fix my grip to my curve's reflection
But throwing it to righties is a different sense
Leave it over the plate they'll leave it over the fence
Gotta keep it in and make them chase
Or slam the back door with a tread of the lace
So I just save it for lefties to put the boys in their place
"Next victim please" I'm in the strikeout race

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[Verse 3]

My curve is so gross I'm making maggots sick
I'm defying physics like a magic trick
Drops top of the mountain down the viper's pit
My go to pitch for the strikeout
In the zone and it's lights out
Without a doubt
Locking their knees up it's like gout
See the break freeze them out
Make it so they can't swing
Right at their face and then I pull strings
Like a marionette
Then I'm burying it
Just above the knees and I'm willing to bet
The ump ringing you up and it's the closest you get
To getting a hit
Cause if it starts at the belt you'll be swinging at air
Have it hitting the dirt before it even gets there
Bounce in front of the plate
Now you and bench have a got a real hot date
"Next victim please" I'm the ace on the mound that you love to hate