[Intro]

Looks like we picked out the wrong spot this evening, don't it?

Oh, this sweet music's alright, but we always been a bunch that goes in for plenty of pep

And excitement

True

Hey, I know where to go

Let's get our coats and hats and get out this joint, huh?

Come on then, let's go from here where we can have some fun

I mean

Where we going?

We're off to go get natured out of us heads? (yeah)

Mint

You are now listening to the Nature Boy EP

Yeah, you are

Starring the Nature Boy, AKA

[Verse 1]

Big Bad Bat, the jazz cat for felonious funk

I live on a strict diet of a rum, skunk, and foliage son

Which might explain, why my brain's totally fucked

I'll be dragging you out of your comfort zone, have you runnin' home to your mum

I run styles that are purpose built for rugged terrain

All weather flows, that won't drip our rust in the rain

I've got no real desire, to own a gun or a chain

You can find me hunting for haze, or just bullying breaks (uh)

That awkward and clumsy northern monkey

Who likes his lemons blind, wolves howling and it's water muddy

Just a poor hungry recovering bulbous junkie

Who's all up in your grill trying to get that George Foreman money

Going in like my tea was ready

This sativa's heavy, I'm in need of a breather, I keep it steady

Eyes red and heavy resembling Steve Buscemi

Speaking to Beagle to get the better than Mr. Bean and his teddy

[Chorus x2]

I'm the B-A-T-F-U-N-K

Bitch I'm the B-A-T-F-U-N-K

I'm the B-A-T-F-U-N-K

Bitch I'm the B-A-T-F-U-N-K

I'm the B-A-T-F-U-N-K

[Verse 2]

I'm effortlessly styling on 'em

Head's realised that I was was a problem, ever since I arrived from Gotham

Yours will be a slow death, depicting at your spinal column

I roll with killer crows, fuck a crime fighting robbing

I ain't catching criminals, when the bat signal is visible

I'm sat blaspheming the different gods, praying for the same miracle (huh)

I'm a clinically cynical individual

The mass is critical, the spliff addiction is habitual

I'm getting stoned, with a black maids stonecutter handshake

Boasting up battle stance in the acid rain

With no gasp in and a flint, trying to catch the flame

Gold chocobo, hot stepping across the astral plane

I'm taking it back, like a shitty Christmas gift

A stone baked English kid, with chrome stained fingertips

Quinnie the village idiot, silly but still be killing it

It'll take more than your little tin of spinach to finish him

[Outro]

The B-A-T-F-U-N-K

Bitch, I'm the B-A-T-F-U-N-K

I'm the B-A-T-F-U-N-K

Bitch, I'm the B-A-T-F-U-N-K

Yeah