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LYRICS
by *Ram 3*

He could do whatever he likes, that's because he's insane/
And he would have a hell of a life, if he could just kill Bruce Wayne/


Verse 1

He's got his green hair slicked up
Some cooked grenades and Harley Quinn in the pick up
Now he’s looking in the mirror, stuffing a flag in an open bottle of liquor
The TV saying he a sicko
But he don't care, ‘cuz now it's time to pick the clique up
Hopped down the steps, jumped in the whip
Reloaded his "Bang!" gun with one or two clips
Open bag of M&M's, only eating the green ones

Speeding through red lights, and stopping at the green ones
A maniac, if you've never seen one
Parked in front of Arkham, he’s about to free some
His face, as pale as a ghost
Asks the girl at the front desk if she wants to hear a joke/ But she’s like..



Verse 2

His plan is pretty clever tonight, he just freed a few of his friends
Waiting for the Batman to show, so they can start beginning the end
He don’t drink alcohol
But he inhales chloroform and ethanol
Breathing in nitrous, until he about to fall
Now he's grinning ear-to-ear, and he at the mall
Looking for a purple chute, new shoes and all
Throwing gas canisters down the hall
Watching people laugh 'til they die, he’s having a ball
He’s having the time of his life, not realizing, it's that time of the night
Not until he hears the glass and crashing of lights
Not until he was getting his pistol
Took a look out the window and peeped the Bat signal/
like..

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Verse 3

Mr. Freeze all tied up, now Catwoman's fighting
Two-Face letting off shots, and Killer Croc's biting
Twenty-six seconds later, it's over in a cinch
He laughed so hard, the punch came, he ain't flinch
His jaw was jacked up, so he couldn’t snitch
Couldn't say the punchline that everybody missed
Now he's all cool, calculated calm
Handcuffed, up in the truck, no cause for alarm
No tricks up his sleeves, no gadgets on his arms
No guns, no acid, no buzzers on his palms
Went to Arkham with no fight, no jokes, no qualms
But they don't know he left like six bombs in the mall
Like..
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