Letra de 'Batman' de Dan Lee

Bruce Wayne, fighting crime not a problem
And I be rolling with robin, Gordon say get 'em I got 'em
Yeah, what? Joker back up in the streets
Out asylum man he sneaked, now he looking for some beef
Huh, yeah, outting on mask in the cave
I gotta get 'em today, Alfred please hand me my k's
Wait, no guns, can't even use 'em for fun
I'm my parents' only son, they died, so I'm the only one
Back to the mission, the Joker I'm getting, the Batmobile push it to start
I ain't got no powers, just me and Dick Grayson, our tools and just no, we got heart
Hear ignition, it click, and it spark, hit streets and I dip and I dart
Gotham is crazy, hope Joker's not far

Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman
Mr. Never use a gat man, never turn like a bad fan

Yeah, wait, I'm not really Bruce Wayne
I'm a nigga that's strange, I'm just out looking for change
Mask up, hitting a lick, what the fuck
Every night rob by the book, stick up a joker, it shine and get took
Yeah, sad, hoping that things will get better
I can't be jugging forever, trying to buy some margielas
Shining, haters, niggas they always would clown me
See things that's better around me, slowly my vision got cloudy
So a nigga got fed up, and mustered some bread up, and purchased a mask for his face
Called victims the joker, the act that was robbing, and Gotham the streets he would lay
His people around him, don't know a thing, discreet, no acts on display
Get less of a charge, don't use a gat damn, that's why he call himself batman

Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman
Mr. Never use a gat man, never turn like a bad fan

Feels like I was born a villan, ghetto living so much pressure
Try your best to do the right, still can end up on a stretcher
Shit is sad and very true, tell me what would Jesus do
When living is a constant battle, following the other chattle
Leads you to destruction, and some fuck shit, you ain't wanna be in
Faith in God and beat the odds? Hella hard, it's tough believing
In something that you can't see, maybe I'll just sell some tree
Stack my bread up, flip these dimes and move to the next D.O.C
Sad life, bad life, I wanted white boy Chad's life
But being broke won't cut it in the ghetto like a bad knife
On some good filet mignon, that's what I have dreams of eating
Till I hit the motherload, guess I'll have to keep on being

Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman
Mr. Never use a gat man, never turn like a bad fan