BATTY BOYZ

歌詞

Oh shoot, get a load of that fruit In thigh high boots, red tighty-whities and blue cat suit (Holy Homos) Even the rats know it's tacky "You ever see me slipping like that bitch just smack me" Posing Chester, legs open, couldn't stand worse All was missing was a bandana and a man purse Crying, dying laughing till glands burst Faster than a speeding glass, bleeding ass ran first Fixing baby hair, messed up wavy curl Under the cape the back of the S say baby girl The things some people‘ll do for fame It's a herb, it's a lame, It's… a god damn shame Villain willing when them cold streets call You can keep your hero and hold the meatballs Worthy title, lock it with pockets on empty He work harder than a steam engine like John Henry Turn dirt to dollars like Don Henley Ugly and still get hollers like Ron Jeremy At least monetarily terribly MCs need therapy, it's like a faris? spree Hit him with a kryptonite brick (kryptonite) Children come and prick his dead body with a stick Wrote this lyric from in the bed with a chick She had the tightest grip around the head of moi… Bic, now can I get my pen back Got no enemy, got no friend, black With the Green Goblin got the batcave robbed Bust in Batman's head bobbin', slobbin' Robbin's knob Y'all already got your belts on the floor so Kick them shits over here and click off the porno Alfred come home and found them both necked Handcuffed to each other just as he had suspected Red and chrome batmobile, wheelin‘ and dealin' Aqua mans sleeping with the fishes, for real for squealin' Pss the lo-lo on a seal skin blazer It's just a little graze from a razor-thin laser Amazed at all these so-called wannabe players Showing off they tip offs to all the free-gayers It's like a leotard fest How it got started is any retard's guess Regardless, that's they choice, no hate debate Becomes a problem when they try an attempt to go straight And raise the monster rate in the whole population It's starting to affect the super pimpin' occupation Now, who's the hater, headline the newspaper Fate of a fake you out caped crusader Tied to the tracks, make a damn tram derail Rap is like scam spam Nigerian e-mail The man with no beard is more weirder than a she-male Sucker got bagged on a Temazepam street sale Told ‘em one of ours set it up, yeah doubt Did it like the dirty drawls Wet ‘em up and air it out