Batty Boyz Akkorde von
Mf Doom
Mf Doom

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Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
G#m
If you're wait ing for a parade,
there ain't none
Sharpen up your spirit of adventure,
the fabulous gay way
Hey, what's the big idea? (Yeah!)
E
G#m
I have no ideas, in fact,
I'm quite bewildered
B
E
Dm
Now don't get gay with me
E
G#m
(Gay? Sir, I'm far from gay)
E
B
Now listen and keep your shirt on
Dm
Grown men in a rubber suit,
B
G#m
runnin' around with a young boy (homo)
Verse 2
G#m
Oh shoot, get a load of that fruit
In thigh- high boots,
A#
B
Dm
red tighty- whities and blue cat suit
(Holy homos!) Even the
rats know it's tacky
Abm
Bb
"You ever see me slippin' like that bitch,
just smack me"
Abm
Dm
Posin', chest and legs open,
Abm
couldn't stand worse
All was missin' was a bandana
A
and a man purse
Dm
D
Cryin', dyin',
B
Dm
B
laughin' 'til glands burst
Faster than a speeding glass,
Abm
bleeding- ass ran first
Fixin' baby hair, messed up wavy curl
C#m
Abm
Under the cape the back
B
of the S say baby girl
A
Bb
The things some people'll do for fame
B
It's an herb, it's a lame, it's,
Bb
Abm
a Goddamn shame
Villain willing when them cold streets call
You can keep your hero
A
and hold the meatballs
B
Worthy title,
A
B
Dm
B
lock it with pockets on empty
A
E
B
He work harder than a steam engine
Bb
Abm
like John Henry
E
C#m
Abm
Turn dirt to dollars like Don Henley
C#m
A
Ugly and still get hollers like Ron Jeremy
B
At least monetarily, terribly
MC's need therapy,
Abm
it's like a fairy spree
Hit him with a kryptonite brick
(Kryptonite)
Children come and prick his dead
E
A
body with a stick
Wrote this lyric from in
the bed with a chick
She had the tightest grip around
B
Bb
Dm
the head of my
Verse 3
How much money you got?
I ain't got but four dollars on me
Bb
Damn
Dm
Anyway I don't got this whole - for ya
D
Shit, you must be some kind of faggot, man
A#
My partner, a faggot,
why don't you come on out here, man?
G#m
Man, what the hell?
C#m
G#m
Bic, now can I get my pen back
Verse 4
Dm
E
C#m
Got no enemy, got no friend, black
B
With the Green Goblin got
the Batcave robbed
Dm
B
Bust in Batman's head bobbin',
E
G#m
slobbin' Robin's knob
C#m
G#m
C#m
Y'all already got your
belts on the floor so
G#m
Kick them shits over here
E
A
and click off the porno
B
G#m
Alfred come home,
B
and found them both naked
Dm
Handcuffed to each other just
A
C#m
as he had suspected
G#m
A
Red and chrome Batmobile,
B
G#m
wheelin' and dealin'
Aquaman's sleepin' with the fishes
A
B
for real for squealin'
A#
Psst! The lo- lo on a seal skin blazer
B
Dm
It's just a little graze from
A#
Dm
A#
a razor- thin laser
Dm
D
Amazed at all these so-
B
D
Bb
called wannabe players
D
C#m
Showin' off they titballs to all
D
B
A#
the free- gayers
Dm
A#
C#m
Bb
It's like a leo tard fest
B
Bb
Abm
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
E
B
And raise the monster rate
Dm
in the whole population
Bb
B
Bb
B
It's starting to affect the
super pimpin' occupation
Abm
Now who's the hater?
Headline the newspaper
C#m
Abm
E
Fate of a fake you out caped cru sader
B
Tied to the tracks,
make a damn tram derail
Rap is like scam spam Nigerian e- mail
Abm
C#m
The man with no beard is more
Abm
weirder than a she- male
Sucker got bagged on a
E
B
Temazepam street sale
Told on one of ours, set it up, yeah, doubt
Did it like the dirty drawls,
G#m
Dm
wet 'em up and air it out
Verse 5
Dm
A#
You got any money? (What?)
Listen, you got any money?
Man, you goin' crazy? What
Dm
the hell for?
A#
Four dollars only, damn
Batman's gay (batty boys)
G#m

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