Skeet’s Grape Mistake

He pulls up slow in that grape rav4

Blasting “Bus rides and blow jobs” like it’s 2004

Used to get girls back in MySpace days

Now he sells insurance and fumbles cliches

Hey Skeet

What happened to you

Once the king

Now you're stuck in a cube

Used to charm the ladies

Had a line at the door

Now he’s pitching insurance

What a corporate bore

Experimented once - said it was “just for the feel”

Made out with a dude and blamed it on a dare and a meal.

Pj’s furry face brought that flashback to light

Bet Skeet’s still wondering if he swings left or right.

He bought that driver thinking he’d

Hit it far

But on the green he’s still subpar

Thought the new club

Would bring him fame

But Bob Buck still says

“Remind me your name?”

Hey Skeet

What happened to you

Once the king

Now you're stuck in a cube

Used to charm the ladies

Had a line at the door

Now he’s pitching insurance

What a corporate bore

Liberty Mutual

Man

What a career move

From king of the scene to

“Sir can I improve”

“Liberty, Liberty…” yeah, we know the jingle,

Only thing you’re wishing now is that you were still single.

Hey Skeet

What happened to you

Once the king

Now you're stuck in a cube

Used to charm the ladies

Had a line at the door

Now he’s pitching insurance

What a corporate bore

(Outro)

Skeet, you're the anthem of a meltdown swing,
You missed more shots than a drunk in the ring.
You carved hearts, now you’re carving time,
Into spreadsheets and denial rhymes.

Ohhh, Skeet, your glory days are gone,
Like that tee shot... on hole one.
Next Pro-Am, man, just stay home —
And maybe leave PJ's beard alone.