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Hi! I'm a real individual! I had a bloody Mary the other night, and Mary felt very wary about the color blood I was drinking. She couldn't help but spill a martini on me, thus she wanted to hold hands with Bruce Lee.
 
Hello joker, Mary, Lee,

Nice to meet you all. I'm spilling some water on the martini stain. To dilute it. I am the chief singer at the welcome party arranged for you guys. And yes, I am totally made up.
 
Your Jenny ticks?
Her cowlicks
And hair flips
Makes Benny fit
The bill, yeet.
Here's a fact
My heart fart
Kicks more asso
Than Picasso.
 
I'm just cruisin'
Looking for yo' bruisin'
Once I smack yo ass
Y'all gonna be last class
Pistol whippin' yo bitch
While shootin' up a snitch
She always be moanin'
While I just keep bonin'
She's another good fuck
Cuz she's always good luck
Just hope I don't break yo neck
Cuz I dunno what the heck
I be makin' lotsa bands
With only my two hands
I be the realest thinker
You be nuttin' but a stinker
 
One two three 'n pound
Love the way you count
Four five six 'n pistol
Dead meat in Bristol
Seven eight nine 'n dine
Making it tender with brine
But then do you reach ten
Running out of ink in your pen?
 
Was lucky fo' a killshot
Got caught by a thot
I ended up lickin' 'er cunt
But it wasn't a publicity stunt
She gave it a good blow
So she could go very low
I paid the bitch in cash
She placed the shit in her stash
I start glockin' dat gun
Until the bitch started to cum
Made that cunt nice and loose
Until dat cunt had sum juice
She couldn't wait for sum more
Becuz she be dat real whore
 
Hate that word 'THOT'
Used without a thought
True story, we were short
When we stood on a pot
We were but the telegram dots
Them the tall ones were hot
Them normal, we that ink blot
But guess what, guess what,
We started to climb 'n what not,
Got invited to a dais to shout
"Where are the boxes you trouts
Labelled as 'short', 'bitch', 'stout'?
Who is a slut, where is the thot?
Care to explain what is a hoe
If not a garden tool, oh foe?"
Just names branded on our skin
Just words you carelessly fling.
 
Heading out of town
Punching out a clown
Thought he was the big hit
Turned out to be a piece of shit
Everyone laughed at the punk
Then he became the utter skunk
I played dat funky beat
Until I attracted dat fuckin' heat
Dem pigs better quit chasin' dat bull
Cuz they be speedin' like a fool
They dunno who they're messin'
Because they gonna be scared of my deadly blessin'
They wanna spray with der guns
I be dodgin' and shoot der gums
Dey gonna be diggin' six feet under
Cuz I'm gonna be like rollin' thunder
 
You weren't invited
To their themed parties
You were still excited
To scan all of page 3
The glossy print showed you
Becky kissing Karen
The big city's who's who
Saying, hi how are you.

You sure could imagine
What was not printed:
After-parties with gin
And sex and food and rum;
About naughty mooners
And their drunken brawls;
A tuxedo crooner
Eyeing a short black dress;

They didn't want you,
Nor your shoddy neighbours,
Nosing around their blue
Blood draped in finery.
You, in your looney bin,
Wearing a shiny round nose
Eking out your living
In a jerry-built house
Could never be their clown
Forget being their hero
You would have never been
A rich man named Batman.
 
You never were the winner
You tried too hard to be the grinner
The world to you just got grimmer
That vision is getting dimmer
I have fun hustlin' everyday
Doing everything to get my pay
Because everyday is my birthday
I got enough motherfuckers to slay
Cuz you think you had it all
You basically went to fall
I just head to City Hall
To watch those bitches stall
Today is the day I ride
And you know I have so much pride
You be jealous that you always tried
You had to let the shit slide

Dat blood pressure be off tha chain
Cuz Batman is in lota pain
I just laugh his family were slain
Kicked all of their asses to Spain
My heart bleeds for dem simps
I can't wait to shoot dem gimps
Dey weigh more than dem blimps
Dey be eaten alive like shrimps
Homie you mad you're last in line
You can't even tell the time
Dat's why you get busted for crimes
Just as dey know I'm the ultimate prime
They think you rock like the Revolting Cocks
I think you suck like dem repugnant cucks
You be too old to be a ruler
Cuz you have a mind of a drooler
 
What makes a night, a night? Do clocks cause the night? Can the night be stopped if someone fixed the blue planet's sun? If there were no dark nights will there be Batman or Joker?
 
Batman losing his will to fight
He reduced himself as a frail old man
With every technique at his plight
His miscreants know he just hit the fan
I watch on with my horny Harley Quinn
She rides my dick while she's wearing a mini kilt
We both agree who will win
Batman plays his pinball until he gets a tilt
 
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