Uniform On

She said she wanna fuck me with my uniform on She grabbed me by the bat, now it's going, going, gone I never finish sex 'cause I'm so juiced out But she nutted three times then we bashed then I bounced I reside in Blackhawk in a big fucking house My community is gated 'cause I don't strike out Got a room with a chair, got a room with a couch Got a framed photograph of the time I met Alf You know I'm not a hamburger but they call me Big Mac Got the one-ton Jimmy and the itty-bitty sack My balls shrinky-dinky 'cause the 'roids so strong But it makes the aforementioned Jimmy-jam look long The name is Mark, and no I'm not Mork And yes, I eat pork 'cause it's tasty on my fork And no, I'm not a jork but I'll jork it out the pork 'Cause Noah should have had the Bash Brothers on his Ork We are the perfect pair to start a new society Filled with home-run hitting gold-glove Goliathes Here's what I found on the web for, "What is the plural of goliath?": Goliaths Oh, we're Goliaths, baby boy Kirk Gibson's a pariah, baby boy I work out with a tire, baby boy I wonder who can lift it higher, baby boy Ah! Lift that tire, bitch Put your back in it and lift it higher, bitch Stab that needle in my ass 'til I am rich Make me a god with the chemical sciences Ah! Baseball, baseball, He-Man hit the baseball By the power of Greyskull Rip the skin off and eat the brains out the baseball Gonna run a motherfuckin' train on the baseball Ah! Don't tell me to be fucking calm Whip out my dick on the Jumbotron Rip out my bones cause my muscles so strong Now the pain's so bad that my motherfucking heart stop