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doom - batty boyz lyrics

oh shoot – get a load of that fruit
in thigh high boots, red tighy whiteys and blue cat suit
even the rats know it’s tacky –
“y’all ain’t seen me slippin’ like that b-tch just smacked me!”
posing chest and legs open – couldn’t stand worse
all that was missing was a bandana and a man purse
crying dying laughing ’til glands burst
faster than a speeding blast, bleeding -ss ran first
fit some baby hair, messed up, wavey curl
under the cape the back of the ‘s’ says baby girl
the things some people ‘ll do for fame
its a herb, its a lame, its… a god d-mn shame
villain willing when them cold streets call
you can keep your hero and hold the meatb-lls
worthy t-tle locked it with pockets on empty
he worked harder than a steam engine like john henry
turn dirt to dollars like don henley
ugly and still get holla’s like ron jeremy
at least moniteraly, terribly
mc’s need therapy its like a ferris spree (?)
hit ’em with a kryptonite brick
children come and poke 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… blaaaa!

bic… now can i get my pen back
got no enemy, got no friend – black
with the green goblin got the bat cave robbed
bust in – batman head bobbin slobbin robins kn-b!
y’all already got your belts on the floor so
kick them sh-ts over here and click off the p-rno
alfred come home and found them both naked
handcuffed to eachother just as he had expected
red n chrome batmobile wheelin’ and dealin’
aquaman sleeping with the fishes for real for squealin’
psst, the low low on the seal skin blazer
its just a little graze from a razor thin lazer
amazed at all the so called wannabe players
showing off their t-tb-lls (?) to all the free gayers
its like a leotard fest
how it got started is any r-t-rds guess – regardless
thats their choice no hate to bate
becomes a problem when they try attempt to go straight
and raise the monster rate in the whole population
it’s starting to effect the super-pimping occupation
now, who’s the hater? headline the newspaper
fate of a fake – you out caped crusader
tied to the tracks make a d-mn tram de-rail
rap is like a spam scam nigerian e-mail
the man with no beard is weirder than a sh-m-l-
sucker got bagged on a tamezepam street sale
told ’em one of ours set it up – yeah doubt
did it like the dirtied draws – wet ’em up and air it out!

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