Arkham Beat

So here's the son of a bitch who tries to step up with a rap, man.

Use a grapnel to shatter your back til it's shrapnel, cuz I'm Batman.

Don't need no sidekick, whether that's Tim Drake or Jason,

Throw you to the curb,

Feed you to the birds,

Call what's left a flying Grayson.

In terms of being a saviour, you're nothing,

Even though there are things that need stoppin'

Drop kick you, almost to a coffin,

Steamboat Sail all you scum outta Gotham.

Riddle me this, who's your Bane?

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s just on champagne.

Speaking of pain, I drive you insane,

Feel the patter of rain, on the smashed window pane,