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letra de part two - mc chris

[verse 1]
you do not get the picture
my name is d-ck not richard
i live inside a haunted house
with a butler that’s a fixture
always making up a mixture
for a mister with a migraine
i’m an unimportant orphan
it’s my wayne or the highway

i spend the morning bored
when i used to sort a soar
the trapeze is my tradition
now i’m wishing i was more
my parents love each other madly
sadly fell to their grave
but a billionaire was there
and my life he then saved

he brought me to his castle
i’m a h-ssle and a half
find i’m always getting lost
so i’ve drawn myself a map
i got tutors and computers
fencing and gymnastics
but i teach them all new tactics
tell my teachers to please fact check

read the paper over breakfast
at a table for one
there’s a train off in the distance
it don’t bother me none
what i start reading is the pleading
of my techniques being needed
by a giant b-st-rd crone
‘till they’re fallen and defeated

wondering what it means
can it be connected to my folks?
does some holy hero hear my prayer?
i guess i’ll never know
if only i could have revenge
on the men that stole their breath
i wish i could reveal their plot
that dropped them to their death

[hook]
where is the justice for the fallen and fractured?
are we irrelevant, i thought that we mattered?
where is the bat or is this circus just white trash?
please do not p-ss, do we fall under your flight path?
where is the league that’ll deal with these creeps
should i be fighting like a t-tan even though i’m a teen?
if the batman has my back man then why haven’t i seen it?
keep robbin’ me of property, i oughta intervene

[verse 2]
every night i stare at the ceiling
feeling unappealing
either the wallpaper is peeling
or i need to start dealing
i’m a zombie with insomia
too fidgety for flannels
spy the butler and my benefactor
slide behind a panel

see the shelf resume its place
i haven’t got an inkling
piano prints on these two keys
i press them without thinking
can’t believe it, door that’s secret
is a feature i now crave
there’s a pole that i descend
who knows what the h-ll is in this cave?

i’m lost and it is freightning
no spotlights there to guide me
a creepy-crawly cavern
where a billion bats are hiding
not a place that’s so inviting
still exciting to invade
i creep behind their whispers
’till i find a haven safe

i’m behind a suit of armour
made for riots maybe sp-ce
there are seven different versions
of a certain cowl and cape
a cool collection of kevlar
for a mult-tude of missions
one for underwater
one for arctic expeditions

there’s an underground river
there’s a rocket on a train track
feeling in my liver that says
“please go find your way back”
but i hear them in their plotting
i must know what they discuss
i p-ss a helcopter
feel a bullfrog in my guts

[hook]

[verse 3]
i’m in a trophy room of treasures
props of gotham’s worst
i see a giant dinosaur
and my heart’s about to burst
a 1937 penny
that could fall on you and k!ll you
perverted people will prefer
a misanthropic milieu

and yet i still continue
to have issues with this grotto
down a corridor where there’s stored
several different autos
they’re batmobiles, i start to feel
as if i should be leaving
as if i should be up my room
upset and sad and grieving

can’t resist, i clench my fist
confront them at their console
“who are you and what’s all this?
include me in your council!”

“i’m batman, that’s a fact and
i’m so sorry to mislead you
we’re hunting down your parents’ k!ller
now we really need you

here’s a suit that i designed
fine and moulded fitting
i need a sidekick at my side
to make sure my side is winning

so, you can just stop grinning
say ‘so long!’ to your past
here’s a belt and cape, some tricks of trade
and don’t forget your mask” (no way!)

[hook 2]
there is justice for the fallen and fractured
they’re not irrelevent, they totally matter
i’m with the bat, no longer just white trash
i will not p-ss, you’re all under my flight path
there is a league that will deal with these creeps
there is a t-tan who is fighting even though he’s a teen
the batman has my back man, yo i didn’t beleive
name is robin, you’ll be throbbin, cause i’ll probably intervene

- mc chris

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