I like big Bats and I can not lie

From: Labrygon_at_xyOnNK-uJQnc7Unq-IZ599NF9otgzwcDc14lHTrQ4l-QhWkycq4xwi7Ct_ugh66hB8S
Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 08:01:47 EDT


Sir Mix-a-Lot converts to the Lunar Way:

By the gods,
Yelmy, look at Her bat
It is so big
She looks like one of those monsterous chaos fiends Who understands those chaos gods
They only talk to her because she looks like a Nysalorian. I mean her bat
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so red
It's just out there
I mean, it's gross
Look, she's just not black

I like big Bats and I can not lie
You other Lunars can't deny
That when the Bat flys by with a bat wing blast And a glowspot in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
Cuz you notice that Bat was stuffed
Blood from the eyes it's crying
I'm hooked and I can't stop dying
Oh, batty I wanna get with ya
And take your prisoners
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that bat you got
Make me so moony

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