Dan Bull - Bat Bitch lyrics

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Dan Bull - Bat Bitch lyrics

[Chorus] Bat b*tch Bat b*tch Bat b*tch She's a bat b*tch [Verse 1] 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 b*tch, 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 movе Sexually fetishise hеr, 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 [Chorus] Bat b*tch Bat b*tch Bat b*tch She's a bat b*tch Bat b*tch He's a bat b*tch [Verse 2] I'm a bad b*tch, 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 b*tch 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 bu*t, 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 [Chorus] Bat b*tch He's a bat b*tch [Verse 3] I'm a bad b*tch 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 Dracula's About to bus you back to your manufacturer Snatch your fluids like the Thatcher years The bad b*tch is so statuesque, it's fu*king fabulous [Chorus] Bat b*tch Blood is thicker than water Bat b*tch Mother's thicker than daughter [Verse 4] Don't your mother raise you up better than to shame a s*ut? 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 concealing congealed lifeblood Licking the sh*t 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 b*tch, 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 b*tch [Chorus] Bat b*tch Blood is thicker than water Bat b*tch Mother's thicker than daughter [Verse 5] 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 [Chorus] Bat b*tch Bat b*tch Bat b*tch You're a bat b*tch