Three speakers trade verses in a baseball-themed call-and-response, with heavy repetition and boasts about being a feared hitter. The piece uses sports metaphors for personal power, layering rhymes and competitive bravado as speakers chant 'batter up, buddies' while referencing stealing bases and dominating the crowd.
Steps up to the plate. The pitch is in.
She launches one deep center field. This is way back, and this one is gone! Batter up, buddy.
This is your shot. Batter up, buddy. I'll give you a squat. So the thing to keep in mind is that I'm thundering, plundering as I steal all your bases. Keep you wondering, blundering. I can see you want to slide up in my batter's box.
Get real.
Well, here's the deal, I'mma give you a shock. The creeps back up when I get in my stance. They got nowhere to run, so get ready to dance. You better batter up, buddies.
Batter up, buddies.
You better batter up, buddies.
Yeah, batter up, buddies. Yeah.
1, 2, 3 strikes and you're out. See nobody take me down. The crowd goes wild when they call up my name. It's so easy, ain't no competition. I end the game.
You're done.
Better batter up, buddy. Walking round town with a bat in my hand. I'm gonna tell you a tale that's gonna make you understand. This town is full of zombies always running me, gunning me. It's a good thing that home runs are part of my personality. When they come out of the woodwork, I am ready to play. Swing hard for the fences, tell the kids it's bat day. The creeps back up when I get in my stance. They got nowhere to run, so get ready to dance.
You better batter up.
Batter up, buddies!
Batter up, buddies!
You better batter up, buddies!
Yeah, batter up, buddies! Yeah!
The count is 3-2. Bases are loaded for one of the most feared hitters in all of baseball. Steps up to the plate. The pitch is in. She launches one deep center field.
This is way back, and this one is gone!
Batter up, buddy, this is your shot.
Keep on swinging, batter's gonna be the star.
Batter up, buddy, I'll give you a squat. So the thing to keep in mind is that I'm thundering, plundering. As I steal all your bases, keep you wondering, blundering. I can see you wanna slide up in my batter's box. Get real, here's the deal, I'mma give you a shock. The creeps back up when I'm getting my chance. They got nowhere to run, so get ready to dance. You better batter up, buddy.
Batter up, buddies!
You better batter up, buddies!
Yeah, batter up, buddies! Yeah!
1, 2, 3 strikes and you're out. They ain't never seen nobody take me down. The crowd goes wild when they call out my name. It's so easy, ain't no competition. I am the game.
