[Verse]
Moonlit vibes, blood red tint on the chrome,
419 streets, where the broken glass roams,
Toledo’s my Gotham, villains carve their own throne,
Shadows creeping heavy, concrete's their home.
[Verse 2]
Harley in the backseat, grinning ear to ear,
Whispering temptation, devil's voice so clear,
Engine growling low, tires bite through the smear,
Glass city howls, darkness feeds on the fear.
[Chorus]
Cruising through the cracks, under blood-red skies,
City of the damned, where the broken soul lies,
Gotham in the veins, can’t escape the ties,
419 heartbeat, where the poet survives.
[Bridge]
Smoke trails linger, silhouettes in the haze,
Streetlights flicker, casting dangerous plays,
Shattered dreams glisten, like shards in a blaze,
Sinister symphony, Toledo’s wicked maze.
[Verse 3]
Alleyways crooked, whispers twist like a knife,
Heartbeats syncopated with the city's strife,
Poet's pen bleeding, carving truths outta life,
Blood moon conductor, orchestrating the rife.
[Verse]
I’m a vigilante, caped in ink, not a bat’s wing
Gotham’s shadows, where my pen writes and sings
Enemies crumble, crumble under my steeze
I bring foes to their knees, no cape, just these
[Chorus]
Catwoman slinks, she whispers my creed
Poison Ivy’s venom, fueling my need
Harley Quinn laughs, chaos on repeat
They fulfill the hunger, where the dark streets meet
[Verse 2]
Justice drips from the nib, no batarang spin
Paper my battlefield, every line I win
City cries out, my ink bleeds the plea
They say I’m a poet, nah, I’m vengeance, G
[Bridge]
Not in the Batmobile, but I’m ridin’ low
Southern dirt under tires, where the bayou flows
Each word a strike, each rhyme a blow
From Gotham to the south, let the truth show
[Verse 3]
Catwoman’s claws, scratch my battle hymn
Ivy’s vines grip, wrap my every limb
Harley’s grin spins, the world feels grim
But they light my night, when the bat grows dim
[Chorus]
Catwoman slinks, she whispers my creed
Poison Ivy’s venom, fueling my need
Harley Quinn laughs, chaos on repeat
They fulfill the hunger, where the dark streets meet
Cruising through the cracks, under blood-red skies,
City of the damned, where the broken soul lies,
Gotham in the veins, can’t escape the ties,
419 heartbeat, where the poet survives.
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