Hardball by Robert Louis Lyrics
[Verse 1: Robert Louis]
Yeah this is Hardball, give it your it your all
Full force, Even if you have to Kill ‘em off
Let ‘em know who the fuck the coach is
You trying to run this game? Hopeless
Wheres Rob-Lo, hanging from a flag pole
I slit his throat and watched that little punk choke
Bloody Mary doing coke in the bathroom
And sucking cock that’s what bloodsuckers do
Cum too, three four five, they’re the last alive
So I’m going point blank straight into their eye
Then I’ll eat their brain for dinner, Lecter
While giving ‘em a lecture about why I’m better
Uhh, First thought, I could grab your balls, cut ‘em off
Feed ‘em to my friends dog, gnom gnom
Grab a bomb, stuff in your dads mouth
Then stuff his head in your moms south hole
[Hook: Robert Louis}
This is Hardball, give it your it your all
Full force, Even if you have to Kill ‘em off
Let ‘em know who the fuck the coach is
You trying to run this game? Thats Hopeless
Your a little bitch Im the ish
You should know this
[Verse 2: Robert Louis]
Yeah This is Hardball, feel it in your face
Keanu Reeves on all y’all gettin' Replaced
Shit, thats Easy out like first base
This ain’t cold case, It was me, I shot the game
Yeah I came with a verse cocked back
Spit it out so the doubters can feel that
Fit the balls, you need to taste a real sack
Everybody bit, guess I’m bringing the real back
Everybodys lit, pass the piece
Most rappers shit but none on me
Flawless fresh, tell me who the best
Then Watch me separate myself from the rest Killing beats
Then I leave ‘em on your front door
By all means make that mother fucker yours
If you can, but you can’t I’m the man
Fuck your plan dude, I left in the sand
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Robert Louis]
Coming in the game, here’s a chance for fame
You said I’m slow but I passed you in the left lane
Chris Mathews with my biased views
Kick back, spend a day in my shoes
You like pussy? then overlook me
I'm Going in with a hard dick for bitches
Up and down like switches
She was purring like kittens
No mission, That includes position
Feeling better like your cancer in remission
Double up, fuck ‘em all day
I Got my head high as I’m walking through the hallway
You get it motherfucker? I know you do
Confident and stoned on my way to school
Just go blown, courtesy of a Nu
I love it good, she knows she should
If you come through dude, WELCOME TO WESTWOOD
This is Hardball, give it your it your all
Full force, Even if you have to Kill ‘em off
Even if you have to kill 'em off...
Yeah this is Hardball, give it your it your all
Full force, Even if you have to Kill ‘em off
Let ‘em know who the fuck the coach is
You trying to run this game? Hopeless
Wheres Rob-Lo, hanging from a flag pole
I slit his throat and watched that little punk choke
Bloody Mary doing coke in the bathroom
And sucking cock that’s what bloodsuckers do
Cum too, three four five, they’re the last alive
So I’m going point blank straight into their eye
Then I’ll eat their brain for dinner, Lecter
While giving ‘em a lecture about why I’m better
Uhh, First thought, I could grab your balls, cut ‘em off
Feed ‘em to my friends dog, gnom gnom
Grab a bomb, stuff in your dads mouth
Then stuff his head in your moms south hole
[Hook: Robert Louis}
This is Hardball, give it your it your all
Full force, Even if you have to Kill ‘em off
Let ‘em know who the fuck the coach is
You trying to run this game? Thats Hopeless
Your a little bitch Im the ish
You should know this
[Verse 2: Robert Louis]
Yeah This is Hardball, feel it in your face
Keanu Reeves on all y’all gettin' Replaced
Shit, thats Easy out like first base
This ain’t cold case, It was me, I shot the game
Yeah I came with a verse cocked back
Spit it out so the doubters can feel that
Fit the balls, you need to taste a real sack
Everybody bit, guess I’m bringing the real back
Everybodys lit, pass the piece
Most rappers shit but none on me
Flawless fresh, tell me who the best
Then Watch me separate myself from the rest Killing beats
Then I leave ‘em on your front door
By all means make that mother fucker yours
If you can, but you can’t I’m the man
Fuck your plan dude, I left in the sand
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Robert Louis]
Coming in the game, here’s a chance for fame
You said I’m slow but I passed you in the left lane
Chris Mathews with my biased views
Kick back, spend a day in my shoes
You like pussy? then overlook me
I'm Going in with a hard dick for bitches
Up and down like switches
She was purring like kittens
No mission, That includes position
Feeling better like your cancer in remission
Double up, fuck ‘em all day
I Got my head high as I’m walking through the hallway
You get it motherfucker? I know you do
Confident and stoned on my way to school
Just go blown, courtesy of a Nu
I love it good, she knows she should
If you come through dude, WELCOME TO WESTWOOD
This is Hardball, give it your it your all
Full force, Even if you have to Kill ‘em off
Even if you have to kill 'em off...