Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bat Bitch, artist - Dan Bull. Date of issue: 14.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bat Bitch |
| 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 |