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| Stand back evil doers, this is Batman on the mic! Straight from the Batcave we be rock like Stalactite! | |
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| The owner of a problem bends bionichesky a divider! Dizzy head speed we heat ten pint bitter! | |
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| Figtin' crime is our deal, and gravy is the tool! So don't make be "Zoff!" and "Poink!" your sorry clown ass, fool! | |
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| Directly outta Gotham, the mad profligate of mother by name the Striker-dude! Of the tape it called Batmen with the Attitude! | |
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| For real, this is the last time you huff Bat Anti-Evil-Clown gas before coming on stage, Robin… | |
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| I! Do not make me put a cap in your white donkey, Ordinance! | |
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