Lyrics:

Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china-doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
Biting at the bit, swing at every pitch
Coach put me in like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china-doll in the bullpen
It's all in the wrist, fire from the hip
Talk a little shit, don't think whole clip
Let's begin like

It's been assumed I'm soft or irrelevant
'Cause I refuse to downplay my intelligence
But in a room of thugs and rap veterans
Why am I the only one who's acting like a gentleman?
Good form and bad taste
Pretty, what a waste
All that style, not a thing to say
Looks to me like a little of your new school
Is at the shallow end of the typing pool
All cloak, no dagger
Just smoke and swagger
I hope that you're battery's charged.
'Cause I found a steel ladder
Now your ceilings don't matter
Check me out, now I've got glass floors.

Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china-doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
Biting at the bit, swing at every pitch
Coach put me in like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china-doll in the bullpen
It's all in the wrist, fire from the hip
Talk a little shit, don't think whole clip
Let's begin like

They love me, they love me not
Pulling pedals off my bike
Gotta strike while the irony's still hot
No telling what the kids might like
And I love this job but
Good God sometimes I hate this business
It's all love backstage
But then the boys get brave
Gotta say, 'I hope your mother doesn't listen.
Excuse me, where you going?
Doomtree, Minnesota
Population's growing all the time
And if you feel this,
Grab a chisel, add one to the number on the sign

Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china-doll in the bullpen
Walk with a switch, fire in her fist
Biting at the bit, swing at
Every pitch
Coach put me in like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china-doll in the bullpen
It's all in the wrist, fire from the hip
Talk a little shit, don't think whole clip
Let's begin like