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 (Hook) NANANANANANANANA BATMAN BATMAN!
(Verse 2) 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