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nick menn - batman & batboy lyrics

(verse 1)
i’m from the itty bitty gotham city
deep in the middy, sitting pretty by the mississippi
home of the gritty, litty, sh-tty and the hasaditty
keep it 100 way more than just 50/50
the biggest gangs is the police, and the cardinal bird
the pot get stirred, and oppositions got a lot of nerve
democracy’s a mocking word to the block and curb
no lot reserved, no doctors cure, if you’re not secure
no type of words can describe the sense of “not for sure”
stars on a trek, like what doctor spok endured
the sh-ll shocked remember spots when the thoughts were pure
but most their partners in a box, or either locked indoors
locked in wars, protecting loved ones, hope you’re watching yours
his dad died, so he grabbed the glock, and dropped the ch0r-s
his momma crying so many tears that she could mop the floors
they need a hero, so he rob the comics out the stores

(hook)
i’m up to bat man, forever
like val kilmer
nodody robbin me, chris o’donnell
or i’ll k!ll em
i don’t kid man, like nicole bish
i’m no riddler
better carry on like jim ho
i go get it
i’m up to bat man, forever
i’m up to bat man, forever
f-ck your baseball team
f-ck your dreams
f-ck your heros
f-ck your schemes
all that sh-t is make believe
and this is separate

(verse 2)
off that bat, that cracking sound is known world renowned
after that, it’s either a home-run, or they homeward bound
or on the ground ducking quick, ain’t no f-cking round
they bucking rounds, and if you catch one then they probably out
it’s funny how some lucky ones can live to walk it out
and the not so lucky, can catch a strike, without acting foul
after while, those acting wild, will get broken down
stretched out on the shoulder, no aaa to help em out
where’s batman when you need em?
even the bat boy feels defeated
even the stats can be misleading
so even the numbers lie each season
an asterisk is needed
for everything that is deceiving
there’s no justice in the league
and there’s no justice in the precinct
he wanted to grow up to be a cop, or a shortstop
but all those dreams got cut short, stopped
since the police kilt his homie, and the baseball fans support it
he’d rather run through gotham city, keep your doors locked

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