Look at my crimes, aren’t they neat?
Wouldn’t you think my legacy’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the clown,
The clown who’s done everything?
Look at these bodies, corpses so cold!
How many more millions can I steal in gold?
Looking around, I’m so curious,
Why are they all so serious?
I got flowers and buzzers aplenty!
I got machetes and playing cards galore!
You want a smile on that face?
How about twenty?!
But who cares? No big deal.
I want more.
I wanna be a man, who watches the whole world burn!
Nothing but chaos, I oh so yearn!
All it takes is one bad day to,
What’s it they call it?
Go looney! Hahahaha!
Minions with machine guns won’t get you far,
Especially when the cops stick you in the car.
But as the old question goes, am I right?
“You wanna dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?”
I could kill the Bat,
But then again,
Where is the fun in that?
My preferred method is rather,
Sending a message of how every