In the Ayer
Chorus
Oh hot damn[br /] This is ma jam Keep me partyin' till the A.M. Y'all don't understand Make me throw my hands in the Ayer, ay-ayer, ayer, ay-ayer
Verse 1
Yeah, this is ma jam, y'all don't understand Imma make you understand why I'm waging all this warfayer, fayer In Gotham City's town squayer, squayer Joker better say his prayer, prayer This time he's gonna need a wheelchayer, chayer There I go here's what you get for your wrong See if your chiropractor can atone For the destruction I done your backbone You know I could total the Vietcong Even though don't you know I don't use guns 'Cause my ma and pa were killed by one But to this day I've yet to be outdone And I'd be lying if I said it's no fun Oh hot damn Fightin' crime to the A.M. I love it so much it's got me sayin'