Up to Bat

Look I’m like a Dwight Gooden thug holding a wooden club
At bat two on base a true strong race to score must try slug
The baseball and erase all doubts about this win let scores hug
The score board, not here to strike out but to strike the ball like
Serena William in an arena pavilion unseated she had tall hype
To win the Australia Open love you girl her body is built nice
She wore a jacket and carried a racket, back to the baseball sacrifice
One must be very quick with a heavy stick to hit a legit homerun
Without steroids trot around bases see hot renown faces foam run
Down coke cans as hopes, plans and dreams of the opposing team
Fade like clothes in bleach the foes reached their limit and now scream
Lots of thug clout is spoken in the dug out, look the game starting to sway
Like hardened clay tough to get a win up to bat swing and boom
A homerun son