Bat Outta Hell

As our hero, J. Becker, began to wander out from his home town he began to wonder As the thoughts flooded his mind he then began to run The following is his account of being deserted in the desert for 30 days I'm running like a bat, straight outta hell I'm running like a bat, straight outta hell Bitch at my side, smoke out my ears I'm looking for a brand new girl to steal I'm the one, two, three, four, imma knockin' on your door A five, six, seven, eight, hurry your ace or well be late A nine, ten, eleven, tweleve you're makin' me yell what the hell Head to toe you're fine as hell Ooo baby what's that smell I'm running like a bat, straight outta hell I'm running like a bat, straight outta hell Bitch at my side, smoke out my ears I'm looking for a brand new girl to steal When I look in the mirror it's the enemy I see Girls in my Dm should be feeling lucky I hit her with this white cap I'm the big talk-a All these girls at my house, they call me a stalka Railroad crossing, watch out for cars Stole your girl, without any R's I'm running like a bat, straight outta hell I'm running like a bat, straight outta hell Bitch at my side, smoke out my ears I'm looking for a brand new girl to steal Yesterday I sat in the hot tub Trixie came and gave me a rub Cheetos in my left hand, boob in my right This seems like a great way to spend the night