Aw geez, the riddle guy
Out of all the Batman villains, why did it have to him?
Who had been tossed around until his account on Twitch went live?
And he can't even tell one little lie
'Cause his dad hit his ass out of confusion
I thought that age only went up, but decades later
And you're still held down by the Bruces
There's no Flashback Lights needed, spent a year asleep, got amnesia
You got reformed from evil theater kid to Batman's supreme cheerleader
Thank God you have that cane, you'll need it
You'll walk with three legs by the evening
What? That's a lie, I didn't mean it
Chill out, do I need Penguin to freeze ya?
Like Jesus, to topple this great it just takes getting philosophical
Icon of yours makes sense when the question sure left his mark on ya
I'm light and I'm agile a lock's all I pick
You can't fight the Bat while your body's that slim
Now why don't you stop all the flops with Jim Carrey
And carry those bony-ass arms to the gym?
What makes you the master? I don't have a Clue
After so many Gotham minds do what you do
If I stumble upon you alone in a room
I will drop a geek loser more useless than Miu
Toilet paper wrapped around ya could Hush you
Kidding, I'm nowhere near loony as you
Plus it's not like you're packing the cards here
To flush me to start with and that's with a New 52
If you are Ultimate, please do not lie
A devious poser for a TV show, now who am I?
Correct, Kokichi Oma, the scheming Joker that I'm leaving choked up
Beat this loner 'til his clothes are black, white, and pink all over
Your origin's riddled with plot holes and lies
'Cause your past and your cult are as spotty as DICE
Put a marvel so bright against Nagito lit
Get a mismatch as big as your eyes in your concept design
I go down many floors, but this isn't Hell
It's certainly torture, though I'm unwell
Who am I?
If you couldn't tell I'm your fans who checked out after Love Hotel
Used that tunnel to run out of your arena
'Cause they ran out of ideas for plots
Gofer a Project less far-fetched than
Sending stars to the stars just to be for naught
Your maker can't be real with that twist at the end
She's sick in the head a lost cause-pox
Plainer Clayface had to save face when
The last case came, and the ball dropped (haha)
You let one assassin cross you, I fooled an entire League
Maki acted rash and Gifted you a hole in your shoulder
Now you're Poisoned and need IV
And a Gotham bombing's nothing to the sites
Your shippers flood with posts
I know you want that Detective Saihara to love you
But does he?
No
Somebody put this troll back under a bridge, that wasn't a dig
Looking straight out of Gonta's lab you're a small, green pest
And I want to crush you to bits (nehehe)
Went for some coffee and breakfast (what?), then you got caught and arrested (yeah)
What good are question marks in Arkham
If you still can't find an end to your comical sentence?
I'll throw you out like Falcone now
Against Oma, count up your days, Riddler
It's not April, but this prankster's taking shots so saucy
Call me the Hollandaise Killer
This goon's lucky the dead Robin he haunted
Bruce with had an empty tomb first
Someone as sick as Kaito would need space for when
That mind of yours got out-staged by your tumor
Downplay my impact? I'll find all you had left with
A riddle that might have you oddly perplexed
Now, how does a normal kid go from a no-name
To then showing up to showrunner sets?
Then voila, he's a well-clothed no-name
No home, no parents, no life, no remorse felt
Those that he cares for, he torments to cope with his boredom
Does it seem obvious yet? Carved a stone for his own ego
Acts more evil than Satan but with a God complex, and next?
His style's to be ugly for rep and attention
I'd say Supreme fits him best, then
Why go spew the lies that he holds up so high?
I'll answer for you, since I know you can't answer, who am I?
You are a nobody, died alone when the hydraulics had pressed
Because no body's all you had left
So if your class can't come to a deduction, then I will
Since even after you've been crushed, all you do is lie still
Muhahahaha
