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**h 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 a** 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 damn shame villain willing when them cold streets call you can keep your hero and hold the meatballs worthy title 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 knob! y'all already got your belts on the floor so kick them sh**s over here and click off the p**no 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 titballs (?) to all the free gayers its like a leotard fest how it got started is any retards 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 damn tram de-rail rap is like a spam scam nigerian e-mail the man with no beard is weirder than a shemale s**er 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!