Dan Bull - Bat Bitch lyrics

Bat bitch bat bitch
Bat bitch she's a bat bitch

Yes dude
Shall I commence? I think it's best to
Let me begin introducing my special guest
Who could it be? Bet you can guess who
Try once, twice
Three times a Lady Dimitrescu
Uh, bat bitch, Lady Dimitrescu
Neither mortal-born nor made in a test tube
Don't take her for a dame in
Distress who's waiting for rescue
Doesn't dress to impress but to oppress you
You're feeling chest pain
She's in a vex mood
It's a chess game and the queen's
Waiting for your next movе
Sexually fetishise hеr
She may just have to hex you
Shove you straight through the doorway
Into the next room
Just 'cause you're a skeptic doesn't
Make it any less true
But maybe you'll get it with your
Face under her left boot
Doesn't favour the flavour of fresh fruit
She'd rather savour the taste
Of your neck juice so put on your best suit
And favourite dress shoes
And have a little skank to
That Romanian death fugue
Pay the blood banker you're
Remaining in debt to
Then get wasted in the way only the dead do

Bat bitch bat bitch
Bat bitch she's a bat bitch
Bat bitch he's a bat bitch

I'm a bad bitch, hit the kitchen
Make a sandwich and while you're at it
Grab a can from the damn fridge
It's thirsty work
Bloody rapping like a bandage
Cracking out the chrysalis and
Becoming a bad bitch
I speak for the sad kids, the disadvantaged
Nobody listens to as if it
Was a different language
Uh, look what I've become
Should call me mother tongue
Sweet cheeks until I bust like bubble gum
Bubble butt, purple yoghurt, Chuckle Brother
Troublesome they'll be looking for you
Under the rubble but, um
Your death is just the beginning
Of what you'll suffer from
I'll tell you more once you
Mix us another Double Rum

Bat bitch he's a bat bitch

I'm a bad bitch as we've established
Holy as a prophylactic that's
Wrapped over a cactus
I wrote my phone digit's
On Moses' stone tablets
God didn't make me, I gave Adam a cracked rib
Snap dicks like a matchstick, that quick
I hit the wood in ways
Chaplin could never slapstick
A mad lass with a fat ass that lacks flatness
I'm sat on top of two globes
You pack an atlas
Gluteus Maximus, booty is blasphemous
Routinely clapping at you heathen bachelors
'Til even cat lovers feel the
Need to smash the puss
To even catch a buzz, take a seat
You're passengers in back of hearse where
That perverse Dracula's
About to bus you back to your manufacturer
Snatch your fluids like the Thatcher years
The bad bitch is so statuesque
It's fucking fabulous

Bat bitch blood is thicker than water
Bat bitch mother's thicker than daughter

Don't your mother raise you up better
Than to shame a slut?
That's dangerous, you may get more than
Just a paper cut, mate, what?
I'm making sure your grave is dug
Shaded among the gladed wood
Your family's memories of you fade
Under the clay and mud
I'm celebrating supping Maiden's Blood like
A good lady should
Woop, there goes the neighbourhood, blood
We're really just religious villagers
Who are generally relishing
Reliving religion that's merely
Irrelevant because see
We're all sinners as soon as
The law's seen us as sinister
All innocence isn't at all similar
Within us, a raw cynicism is summoned up
There isn't a synonym for it in
The thesaurus to sum it up
You say potato, I say "potarter"
You stay stigmatized, I stake stigmata
Sticking this big boy into your sigmoid
The bigger the stick is
The sicker the Sig Freud
Lipstick is quite good at
Concealing congealed lifeblood
Licking the shit off my lips as
If it was a spice rub
Your throat's a nightclub at night
It opens right up
Why you so surprised? Check the
Size of my incisors
These canines will straight slide inside you
Sliced up like the Snyder Cut
Rabies survivor
You're riding life bareback, my Lady Godiva
So watch it, my lines are fibre optic
You're dial-up
I'm throttling your glottis 'til there's
Not a bit of bandwidth so I'm sorry, man
You're never going to see your grandkids
I'm a bad bitch, Lily Samad Savage
A queen's speech even Lady Leshurr
Meets her match with
I sleep six feet above my mattress
So meeting me between the
Sheets would be disastrous
A freakily good beast on the beat
Don't even need practice
People in the streets are beating their
Meat to this bat bitch

Bat bitch bat bitch
Bat bitch she's a bat bitch
Bat bitch he's a bat bitch

I'm a bad bitch, hit the kitchen
Make a sandwich and while you're at it
Grab a can from the damn fridge
It's thirsty work
Bloody rapping like a bandage
Cracking out the chrysalis and
Becoming a bad bitch
I speak for the sad kids, the disadvantaged
Nobody listens to as if it
Was a different language
Uh, look what I've become
Should call me mother tongue
Sweet cheeks until I bust like bubble gum
Bubble butt, purple yoghurt, Chuckle Brother
Troublesome they'll be looking for you
Under the rubble but, um
Your death is just the beginning
Of what you'll suffer from
I'll tell you more once you
Mix us another Double Rum

Bat bitch he's a bat bitch
Bat bitch blood is thicker than water
Bat bitch mother's thicker than daughter

Heard word there was a vacancy
Vlad the Impaler seemed unavailable
So the fabled vocation went straight to me
I create sensations
Degrading what the brain perceives
That invade your daydreams
Shaking you awake from sleep
Replace your faith with an ancient
Need to mate and bleed
So wait and see just how
Pleasurable pain can be
And there isn't a wall I
Couldn't haul you right through
Stepping all on your nether
Regions like a Kaiju