i got so much bling i spit ice in every direction u go,i would take u home but ur not ma kind of ho

fuck wit the bat and u might git bit,go ahead and log off u still gonna git lit

run run run as fast as u can,u cant catch me im the god damn batman

i just spread ma wings and fly around gathom city,upon your ass i feel pitty

go ahead and wip out ya plastic gat,ill even let u make the fake noise of the rat -a -tat -tat

by the time your done,u wont be able to run,from the shells in ma gun

whhy dont u go bak to the pre written shit,and let some of the real rappers spit

quick to the batcave as i would say, cuz i dont want the po pos to kno i layed u werr lay

ya cheap rymes aint shit,u cant handle it,wen the batman comes to spit

dont git too pissed off wen u git beat,by ma rymes that butchered u like a piece of meat

ma rymes got u so confused u wil forever be whack,ull think ur fuck in the pussy but ull be fingerin ya own ass crack

and i dont ever want to see around gotham again,u jus signed up and ur already a has been