MF DOOM - Batty Boyz lyrics

If you're waiting for a parade
There ain't none
Sharpen up your spirit of adventure
The fabulous gay way
Hey, what's the big idea? (yeah)
I have no ideas, in fact
I'm quite bewildered
Now don't get gay with me
(Gay? Sir, I'm far from gay)
Now listen and keep your shirt on
Grown men in a rubber suit
Runnin' around with a young boy (Homo)

Oh shoot, get a load of that fruit
In thigh-high boots
Red tighty-whities and blue cat suit
(Holy homos) Even the rats know it’s tacky
"You ever see me slippin' like that bitch
Just smack me" posin', chest and legs open
Couldn’t stand worse
All was missin' was a bandana and a man purse
Cryin', dyin', laughin' 'til glands burst
Faster than a speeding glass
Bleeding-ass ran first
Fixin' baby hair, messed up wavy curl
Under the cape the back of
The S say baby girl
The things some people‘ll do for fame
It’s an herb, it’s a lame, it's
A Goddamn shame
Villain willing when them cold streets call
You can keep your hero and hold the meatballs
Worthy title, lock it with pockets on empty
He work harder than a steam
Engine like John Henry
Turn dirt to dollars like Don Henley
Ugly and still get hollers like Ron Jeremy
At least monetarily terribly
MC's need therapy, it’s like a fairy spree
Hit him with a kryptonite brick (Kryptonite)
Children come and prick his dead
Body with a stick
Wrote this lyric from in the bed with a chick
She had the tightest grip around
The head of my

How much money you got?
I ain't got but four dollars on me damn
Anyway I don't got this whole
(censored) for ya
Shit, you must be some kind of faggot man
My partner a faggot
Why don't you come on out here man?
Man, what the hell?

Bic, now can I get my pen back
Got no enemy, got no friend, black
With the Green Goblin got the Batcave robbed
Bust in Batman’s head bobbin’
Slobbin’ Robin’s knob
Y'all already got your belts on the floor so
Kick them shit's over here and
Click off the porno
Alfred come home, and found them both naked
Handcuffed to each other just
As he had suspected
Red and chrome Batmobile
Wheelin‘ and dealin’
Aquaman's sleepin' with the fishes
For real for squealin’
Psst! The lo-lo on a seal skin blazer
It’s just a little graze
From a razor-thin laser
Amazed at all these so-called wannabe players
Showin' off they titballs to
All the free-gayers it’s like a leotard fest
How it got started is any retard's guess
Regardless, that’s they choice
No hate debate
Becomes a problem when they try
An attempt to go straight
And raise the monster rate
In the whole population
It’s starting to affect the
Super pimpin' occupation
Now who’s the hater? Headline the newspaper
Fate of a fake you out caped crusader
Tied to the tracks, make a damn tram derail
Rap is like scam spam Nigerian e mail
The man with no beard is more
Weirder than a she male
Sucker got bagged on a Temazepam street sale
Told 'em one of ours set it up, yeah doubt
Did it like the dirty drawls
Wet ‘em up and air it out

You got any money? (What?)
Listen, you got any money?
Man you goin' crazy? What the hell for?
Four dollars only, damn
Batman's gay (batty boys)