Gotham City Syndicatez - Batman's Diagnosis
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{Intro}
Gentleman...
Yes...
Gentleman...
Yes...
Gentleman!
Yes!
Gentleman!
Yes!
{Verse: Male 1}
Please allow us to commence, to uncover his pretense
We break down his defense with evidence and common sense
We'll dissect his recompense, we’ll find out why he's so dense
We'll dispense immеnse realities of faltеring expense
{Verse: Male 2}
My contention with great precision, Batman’s plight is a rabies condition
Frothing mouth and primal intuition, signs that lead to this suspicion
When children near, his actions conspire, like a beast ready to mire
Primal instincts, no attire, a rabid dance, a mad squire
{Verse: Male 3}
I disagree, you see, it's as plain as can be
He has a penchant for leather yes? This predicament we must assess
A broken past, I would guess, a pain he can't suppress
Orphaned young? Faced distress!
Trauma deep? Best repress!
Was abused? Left a mess!
Too confused? Wears a dress!
It's the Jews? That's my guess!
{Chorus: All}
We're the doctors, and adopters, of the prognosis
Evaluation of this station, misdiagnosis
So come on and clap for the handicapped unfit non-neurosis
Batman's nature, legislature for his prognosis
{Verse: Male 3}
This may stem from Mommy and Daddy's tragic homicide
As he stood there goggle-eyed and ugly cried
Cause he’s mystified inside, his feelings collide trying to hide what he can’t abide
Fighting a truth he won't let slide. In shadows deep, his secrets reside
{Verse: Male 4}
Perhaps this is why he wears a mask to cover his face
To encase his vile disgrace, to efface his depraved trace, to apace the pace of his fall from grace
{Male 3}
I believe we cracked the case!
{Verse: Male 5}
Slow down there doc, I don’t mean to nag, but if you stack the evidence, he's clearly a fag
His suit is literally a gay pride flag, he wears tight leather and makes us all gag
On Saturday nights he dresses in drag, he likes to brag about the boys he snags
His ass he wags at children playing tag, Robin he shags while reading erotic mags, please someone just take him out with a frag
{Chorus: All}
We're the doctors, and adopters, of the prognosis
Evaluation of this station, misdiagnosis
So come on and clap for the handicapped unfit non-neurosis
Batman's nature, legislature for his prognosis
{Intro}
Gentleman...
Yes...
Gentleman...
Yes...
Gentleman!
Yes!
Gentleman!
Yes!
{Verse: Male 1}
Please allow us to commence, to uncover his pretense
We break down his defense with evidence and common sense
We'll dissect his recompense, we’ll find out why he's so dense
We'll dispense immеnse realities of faltеring expense
{Verse: Male 2}
My contention with great precision, Batman’s plight is a rabies condition
Frothing mouth and primal intuition, signs that lead to this suspicion
When children near, his actions conspire, like a beast ready to mire
Primal instincts, no attire, a rabid dance, a mad squire
{Verse: Male 3}
I disagree, you see, it's as plain as can be
He has a penchant for leather yes? This predicament we must assess
A broken past, I would guess, a pain he can't suppress
Orphaned young? Faced distress!
Trauma deep? Best repress!
Was abused? Left a mess!
Too confused? Wears a dress!
It's the Jews? That's my guess!
{Chorus: All}
We're the doctors, and adopters, of the prognosis
Evaluation of this station, misdiagnosis
So come on and clap for the handicapped unfit non-neurosis
Batman's nature, legislature for his prognosis
{Verse: Male 3}
This may stem from Mommy and Daddy's tragic homicide
As he stood there goggle-eyed and ugly cried
Cause he’s mystified inside, his feelings collide trying to hide what he can’t abide
Fighting a truth he won't let slide. In shadows deep, his secrets reside
{Verse: Male 4}
Perhaps this is why he wears a mask to cover his face
To encase his vile disgrace, to efface his depraved trace, to apace the pace of his fall from grace
{Male 3}
I believe we cracked the case!
{Verse: Male 5}
Slow down there doc, I don’t mean to nag, but if you stack the evidence, he's clearly a fag
His suit is literally a gay pride flag, he wears tight leather and makes us all gag
On Saturday nights he dresses in drag, he likes to brag about the boys he snags
His ass he wags at children playing tag, Robin he shags while reading erotic mags, please someone just take him out with a frag
{Chorus: All}
We're the doctors, and adopters, of the prognosis
Evaluation of this station, misdiagnosis
So come on and clap for the handicapped unfit non-neurosis
Batman's nature, legislature for his prognosis
