This is a song about "Baseball scenes"

Stick to the script, keep it rollin' like old-time movie scenes,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Everyday she screams, i find these depressing scenes

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Rewinding the scenes in digital vividly

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that