I'm Dr. Crane, and I'll be at your service
I'd pick apart your brain, but I don't have much to work with
You pose no threat to the ghastliest rapper
So you're batshit tackling the gaslighting master
Choke hold your grass neck, you won't know where your path is
With that oak hole in your back, better go home to Kansas
I'm brainwashing bozo hacks with every flow I deliver
But you already did that when you got soaked in a river
Ask Courage, we all succumb to fear so stay back
Or I'll pull the claws out and put needles in a haystack
My flow's raw, you start to shiver when a crow caws
By the end of this battle, you'll have to eat through your own straw
Gotham's crackhead lost his mind and I thought I lacked brains
But I'm pretty sure that the rehab center's that way
Why the sad face? Did your daddy's heart stop its pace?
What a shame! His organs aren't made of crops of hay
I'm not amazed by the corny costume that you sport these days
Like you spend all your time stalking inside a cornfield maze
I'll hang you up by your noose, find a branch, sling it
Then use you as a pinata, but you should be used to bats swingin'
Oh, my body, it burns!
Why couldn't you use this heat as a part your verse?
Is this Jonathan's curse? Someone get these flames off!
Haven't seen a firing like this
Since you got laid off from your day job
Psych! I'm not even partially hurt by the toxin you spew
And based on the trauma and scars on ya dude
Even your grandma hits harder than you
All of the loons in Arkham got loose
And then Killer Croc went and gnawed you for food
And turned you so ugly you won't have to worry 'bout crows
Since no girl in the world will be flocking to you
I'll show you the fear I can make a corpse feel
I'm in popcorn cinema, you're stuck on the cornfield
Asbestos in your pockets, you were bound to drop a lot sooner
Rocking fire-proof clothes from your costumers that caused tumors
You danced your way from Munchkin County to the magical Oz
Then made the journey from L. Frank to theatrical Baum
Crane does the lifting, you've got no skills
So I'll hit you on this track until you're Yellow Brick Roadkill
You found that yellow ring to strike terror straight into hearts
'Til it said filthy Mr. Clean was scarier than you are
You think you got the strength? I'ma be real honest
Joker took your chair and beat ya 'til you nearly needed wheels on it
Bullies call you Ichabod and so you leave 'em dead?
Well just call me the Brainless Horseman
Because after this, you won't be seen again