Bat Bitch - Dan Bull

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 move

Sexually fetishise her, 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 digits 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 Dragula’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 thiccer 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 concealed 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

Blood is thicker than water

Bat bitch

Mother’s thiccer 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

Pillage a Village until it’s in a list on rightmove

Of least appealing villages to live in if you like you

These medieval deadly deeds will bury people very deep

You’ll rarely see or tell if she’s more Meryl Streep or barely legal

With scary teeth more than semi-lethal or any needle

Never repelling the Evil, whatever you plea for we will

Leave your prayer contaminated like Canterbury Cathedral

I’m telling you people you’re not ready for a sequel

Bat bitch

Bat bitch

Bat bitch

You’re a bat bitch