Cold heart has been lost with my armor that arrives on a small lift
As soon as I equip my gloves, belt, bat-claw and mask I'll be off quick
Alfred put the christmas dinner off, there's a larger problem that we have to solve
All I know is that it involves Black Mask who has classically taken capture of
A political figure
The little poor mister
Commissiones Loeb
Approaching death row
Along with the villians
Who want to get rid of him
And so they throw him into the smoke
I mean damn he is so forgetfull
I don't wanna say any mean things
While Killer Croc's on the rooftop
And i'm about to break out his neat fangs
You wanna keep on breathing watch
I am not the type who becomes complacement
Happy christmas eve Croc heres' my technique of collecting information
Regardless of the quantity of enemies dropped in front of me
I'll tie together some strikes that will leave them unconscious in a deep cloud
Travelling to each piece of the map to find the truth behind the fiend in the mask
Even if it is technically the season to completely relax
For now I might be misunderstood cuz I see how the people react
Though I decieve and distract you will have a reason to believe in the bat
I'm a myth and a beast of Gotham
Welcome to the prequel of Arkham
Descretely leap onto a gargoyle to defeat you without a combo
And I can solve each puzzle
Each problem as precise as can be
You better be cautious because its dangerous when im on the scene
Time to prologue what is right in the chilly snowfall of the night
There is no squad that can beat me cuz im so focused in a fight
A ghost once the smoke bomb goes off
And throw stuff that will leave them cross-eyed
And just because I wont let you die doesnt mean that I have a soft side
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