Bat Outta Hell lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah, Brainsick
(Reversed talk)

[Verse 1]
Bat outta hell
Bat outta hell
Face of a demon and I'm fire breathin' leave 'em tagging an L
Mask on my face like monster n*gga no Halloween trick
Knife in my hands Mike Myers n*gga no Halloween sh*t
I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it
And a body in the trunk from the night before
Drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as f*ck ain't my first rodeo
I had the Babylon on my ass
They got a place for a n*gga in the backseat
I think it's time for me to just smash
It's when a n*gga got you running like a track meet
Hopping fences, this suspense is, killing me I really don't wanna be in a pickle
I'd rather be posted up in the crib with hella weed but now I'm running from ballistics end up burning like a missile
sh*t I could turn into a phantom on 'em, blend to the night like I was chameleon
I'm underground like a basement ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceilin'
f*ck your feelings, you're talking to the same n*gga who used to be scared of the dark
As a little kid, that was my worst f*cking fear like air is to a shark
You're f*cking with a werewolf don't nobody care when you bark
Fill them with the rage throw 'em in the cage with the Brainsick, tear you apart
[Interlude]
These eyes do not see what you and I see
Behind these eyes one finds only blackness the absence of light

[Hook]
I am like a bat up out of hell x4
Imma let them have it when I'm busting through the masses like a fully automatic x4

[Verse 2]
People looking at me funny, never take me for a dummy
Even though a n*gga sinnin', while I'm drinkin' on my gin
And puffing on the weed again
And I'm the realest you pretend it, better believe that I be winnin'
Mind of a murderer happen to hurt 'em
Put 'em in perpendicular body positions up in your furniture
Playin' like it's a tournament fill ‘em up with the voice of a curse, then put n*ggas up in the fire that's why I'm burnin' 'em
It's Twisted Insane what the f*ck you mean you haven't heard of him
You must have been high on shrooms, or living on the moon, or only into bullsh*t rap that be on the radio and I am way too goon
f*ck you all, see you leave the show too soon, how the f*ck you finna dip when I'm the monster in the dark?
f*ck your life, cut with knife, I made incision on your brain like I was Dr. Heart
With the homies, or by myself, you catch a n*gga on the solo when I'm with the sh*t
Claim you pimp, makes me sick, how these n*ggas acting funny when they wit' they b*tch
You can't roll one with the homies, you can't hang around the studio all f*cking night
You can't hit the club, you can't stick with thugs, and I can't go into your house past f*cking light
They say I'm evil, but I'm just living on the dark side of the force, my n*gga
Anybody wants to go against a motherf*cker I will kill and I will say I'm forced by liquor
Nice and easy, Nice and greasy, like a b*tch who getting f*cked with no Vaseline
I took match that I found up in the back then I looked in your face I spit it with the gasoline
[Hook]

Yeah, Brrrain