[Verse]

By the time you hear this I'm gon' be drunk at the O's game

Fuck the Blue Jays they ain't got no game

I'm a Phills fan but I can rep both teams

Fuck Joe Carter, man that asshole needs Rogaine

Still bitter 'bout '93 man

That damn grand slam made me Master P–ugh

I was just 10 naturally

Cried in my bed when the Phillies lost the Cs–fuck

2010 and we'll bash your team

Win another World Series, man it has to be

J-Roll needs another matching ring

It's about to get rough grab the Vaseline

Cause we'll fuck your team up

Our bats are meaner

Our shirts get dirty

You cats look cleaned up

We 'bout our business, but y'all like to talk a lot

Looks like Howard knocked another in the parking lot

Broken windshield, you stay in the infield

While I run columns taller than David Windfield

Been healed, no problem; '08 got 'em

Tampa Bay Rays can't faze my squadron

Probably woulda beat 'em if we only had bobs in

'Specially when you throwin' like Hillary Rodham

Problem, from top to bottom

Even though Jamie Moyer's got 5 years on my father

One nut Kruk'd ya, best of luck to ya'

Back up off the plate or Halladay might touch ya'

Pinstripe punk ya', J. Werth clutch

Opposite of that little Albert Haynesworth clutz

Peace to McNabb, I'm gonna' miss ya' big fella'

I feel like A. Reid treated you like Old Yeller

Kinda did you wrong, I'm sorry for that

But Mr. Kolb stand up, it's time to murder some cats

'Bout to cop my swing box, get my boys ring'd up

Tear the others teams up like Tiger Woods' prenup - uh

Philly hits hard, just call us P-funk

Got the other teams sayin': "Aw fuck, we suck"

[Outro]

Go hard, Black Paisley

E-dubble mainly

This is what we do, this is how we get crazy

Fuck it that's the real shit, on the real tip

I don't even know, but I'm 'bout to go to work