BATTY BOYZ

MF Doom

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    If you're waiting for a parade, there ain't none
    Sharpen up your spirit of adventure, the fabulous gay way
    Hey, what's the big idea? (Yeah!)
    I have no ideas, in fact, I'm quite bewildered
    Now don't get gay with me
    (Gay? Sir, I'm far from gay)
    Now listen and keep your shirt on
    Grown men in a rubber suit, runnin' around with a young boy
    (Homo)

    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 slippin' like that bitch, just smack me
    Posin', chest and legs open, couldn’t stand worse
    All was missin' was a bandana and a man purse
    Cryin', dyin', laughin' till glands burst
    Faster than a speeding glass, bleeding-ass ran first
    Fixin' 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 an herb, it’s a lame, it's, a Goddamn 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
    MC's need therapy, it’s like a fairy 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 my

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    How much money you got?
    I ain't got but four dollars on me
    Damn
    Anyway, I don't got this whole (censored) for ya
    Shit, you must be some kind of faggot man
    My partner a faggot, why don't you come on out here man?
    Man, what the hell?

    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’ Robin’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 naked
    Handcuffed to each other just as he had suspected
    Red and chrome Batmobile, wheelin‘ and dealin’
    Aquaman's sleepin' with the fishes for real for squealin’
    Psst! 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
    Showin' off they titballs 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

    You got any money? (What?)
    Listen, you got any money?
    Man you goin' crazy? What the hell for?
    Four dollars only, damn
    Batman's gay (batty boys)

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    Composición: Metal Fingers

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