Arkham Asylum - Dan Bull

Ha!

So the Joker’s locked away in the asylum

Me thinks things are gonna become quite violent

I believe, he slipped a trick inside his sleeve

And his desire to leave is nonexistant 'til he’s played a game malicious hide

and seek

With sticks and dynamite and tnt

But what’s that silhouette that you can see?

In the half-light to the dark night you might just find the dark knight

Savage as a shark bite, to the other rappers who can’t just quite do this

You see the truth is I leap from roof with a really ruthless steez

I leave you toothless please you silly doofus

I’ll give you a Chinese burn, and I don’t mean confusius dead inside a little

urn

I’ll twist your arm until the skin is rather irritated

My methods of torture are really unsophisticated, to the most complicated

machinations

To mash your face in, with patterned lacerations that are fascinating

And as my grapple hangs my batarang’ll batter gangs

I brang the thang to make you say this can’t be happenstance

The blackest avalanche, and as Dan’s an anagram of «and»

I’ll crick your spine and leave twisted like an ampersand

Feeling squiffy like you’re getting high in Amsterdam, the neon city light’ll

emphasise the fact your damned

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BATMAN BATMAN!

If commissioner Gordon didn’t ignore the dissonant warnings

Than it’d have surely been a different story all together for the better

The prisoners all lead a sinister life a criminal orgy

Living inside a wicked and vile despicable isle, sicker than bile

But it’s evident I’m a vigilant militant

Willing to kill them with brilliant diligent skill and the guile of a killer

with infinite style

Jack White is quite insane, and while I’m fighting Bane, I find a titan-like

strain flowing rife inside his veins

It’s the same the Joker’s trying to synthesise in doses high as planes

I’m tired of games, It’s time for change, to time to take is smile away, Hey

How long has Killer Croc been a cock?

My trap’ll leave him reeling like a spinning top and I willn’t stop until his

locked up in a box

Sit and watch me fighting pound for pound with Poison Ivy, a vigilante plant

antidote without my boys behind me

Horticulture’s not the sort of culture to be taken lightly

I take an eighth of titan now I’m feeling slightly hyphy

I might be quite that as high that I can see inside me psyche

Me, I’m so fly that I can fly, crikey

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BATMAN BATMAN!