In the Ayer

Chorus

Oh hot damn
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 prayers, prayers
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'