I’m gonna catch some thugs
Only got batarangs in my pocket
Lookin’ for the Joker
This is fucking Gotham.
Walk up in the cave like “What up, I got a big cock!”
Nah, just pumped up off some thugs down by the ship docks
The ice from Freeze is so damn frosty,
The Penguin be like, “Damn, that’s cold-ass honkey.”
Rollin in, hella deep, headin’ to the crime scene
Dressed in all black, ‘cept Robin, up in green.
Caped in leather wings, Statues standin’ next to me
Should washed my fingers, they smell like Catwoman’s sheets
But shit, it made mighty good sense.
Coppin’ it, knockin’ it, ‘bout to go and stop some thuggin’ shit
Passin up on those henchmen whose faces i’ve been sockin’ in
But me and Robin fuck it man
He’s jumpin’ and boxing and
Spendin’ my money and he’s hella happy I’m the Batman, bitch
He’s like, “I’mma take your batsuit style. I’ma take your batsuit stile.
No for real—-ask the butler—-can I have your hand-me-downs?”
Question mark suit and some lame riddles
Black and whie jacket that Dent found diggin’
They had some broken fingers, because I broke their fingers
I knock out Killer Croc and locked up some ‘slingers
Hello, Hello, my Superman, my fellow
Bruce Lee ain’t got nothin on my ninja game, hell no
I could take some Lantern Rings, make ‘em cool, sell those
The Justice League would be like, “Aw he got Sinestro’s”
*[Chorus x 2]*
What do you know about rockin’ a cowl on your noggin?
What you knowin’ about wearin’ a kevlar skin?
I’m sneaking, I’m sneaking, I’m jumpin’ all the hired thuggage
Arkham’s trash, that’s another Bat’s come-up
Thank Oracle for locating a bat-hatin’ up jerk.
'Cause right now I'm in her network
I’m at the steel mill, you can find me in the Narrows
I’m not, I’m not sick of callin’ in that Green Arrow
Your Harley, Canary, your Ivy, your Tali!
I’ll take that gymnast little kiddy, orphaned, I rock that motherfucker
The tanky car with the rockets on that motherfucker
I hit the Joker and Harley stop in that motherfucker
They be like, “Oh, that cowl, that’s hella tight.”
I’m like, “Yo, that’s fifty dollers for a beat down.”
Painful rendition, let’s do some simple addition
Fifty dollars and the Batman, that’s just some ignorant bitch (shit)
I call that getting bruised and bent (shit)
I call that getting tricked by the Riddler
That trick’s hella dope
And having the same one as six other villains in Gotham is a hella don’t
Perp game, come take a peek through my telescope
Tryin’ a get girls from Arkham? Clown, you hella won’t.
Clown you hella won’t.
*[Bridge x 2]*
I wear the Batman’s cloak
I look incredible
I’m Gotham’s Sentinel
Stopping Arkham’s criminals
Is that the bat signal?