Bat Outta Hell
Twisted Insane Lyrics


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(Reversed talk)

Bat outta hell
Bat outta hell
Face of a demon and I′m fire breathin' leave ′em tagging an L
Mask on my face like monster nigga no Halloween trick
Life in my hands Mike Myers nigga no Halloween shit
I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it
And a body in the trunk from the night before
Drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as fuck ain't my first rodeo
I had the Babylon on my ass
They got a place for a nigga in the backseat
I think it′s time for me to just smash
It′s when a nigga got you running like a track meet
Hopping fences, this suspense is, killing me I really don't wanna be in a pickle
I′d rather be posted up in the crib with hella weed but now I'm running from ballistics end up burning like a missile
Shit I could turn into a phantom on ′em, blend to the night like I was chameleon
I'm underground like a basement ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceilin′
Fuck your feelings you're talking to the same nigga who used to be scared of the dark
As a little kid, that was my worst fucking fear like Arabs to shark
You're fucking with a werewolf don′t nobody care when you bark
Fill them with the rage throw ′em in the cage with the Brainsick tear you apart

These eyes do not see what you and I see
Behind these eyes one finds only blackness the absence of light

I am like a bat up out of hell x4
Imma let them have it when I'm busting through the masses like a fully automatic x4

People looking at me funny, never take me for a dummy
Even though a nigga sinnin′, while I'm drinkin′ on my gin
And puffing on the weed again
I'm the realest you pretend, better believe I be winnin′
Mind of a murderer happen to hurt 'em
Put 'em in perpendicular body positions up in your furniture
Playin′ like it′s a tournament fill 'em up with the worship
I curse them, put niggas up in the fire that′s why I'm burning them
It′s Twisted Insane what the fuck you mean you haven't heard of him
You must of been high on shrooms, or living on the moon, or only into bullshit rap that be on the radio and I am way too goon
Fuck you all, see you leave the show too soon, how the fuck you finna dip when I′m the monster in the dark?
Fuck your life, cut with knife, I made incision on your brain like I was Dr. Heart
With the homies, or by myself, you catch a nigga on the solo when I'm with the shit
Claim you pimp, makes me sick, how these niggas acting funny when they wit' they bitch
You can′t roll one with the homies, you can′t hang around the studio all fucking night
You can't hit the club, you can′t stick with thugs, and I can't go into your house past fucking light
They say I′m evil, but I'm just living on the dark side of the force, my nigga
Anybody wants to go against a motherfucker I will kill and I will say I′m forced by liquor
Nice and easy, Nice and greasy, like a bitch who getting fucked with no Vaseline
I took match that I found up in the back then I looked in your face I spit it with the gasoline

I am like a bat up out of hell x4
Imma let them have it when I'm busting through the masses like a fully automatic x4





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Overall Meaning

The song "Bat Outta Hell" by Twisted Insane is a dark and intense track, filled with aggressive imagery and references to violence. The lyrics talk about the persona of the artist, who is like a demonic entity with fire-breathing capabilities. He wears a mask that makes him look like a monster, but he is not playing a Halloween trick. Rather, he is in control of his life and holds the power of life and death, like Michael Myers from the horror movie franchise.


The artist is driving a stolen car with a dead body in the trunk, and he is being chased by the police. The tension is high, and the artist is using his wits to evade capture by jumping fences and running like a track athlete. Although he would rather be smoking weed at home, he is instead running from the law and risking being burned alive like a missile.


Overall, the song paints a picture of a dangerous and unpredictable character who is navigating his way through a hostile world. The chorus, "I am like a bat up out of hell," reinforces the idea that the artist is like a supernatural creature, flying above the chaos on his own terms.


Line by Line Meaning

Bat outta hell
I'm coming out fast and fierce


Face of a demon and I'm fire breathin' leave 'em tagging an L
I'm scary and powerful enough to make my enemies run away in defeat


Mask on my face like monster nigga no Halloween trick
I'm so terrifying that people think I'm wearing a mask for Halloween, but it's real


Life in my hands Mike Myers nigga no Halloween shit
I hold people's lives in my hands, and it's not a movie like Halloween, but real life


I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it
I'm in a car that I didn't pay for, and it's running low on fuel


And a body in the trunk from the night before
I have a dead body in the back of the car that I need to dispose of


Drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as fuck ain't my first rodeo
I've been in this situation before, and I know what to do even though I'm drunk and struggling


I had the Babylon on my ass
The police are after me


They got a place for a nigga in the backseat
The police have a spot reserved for me in their car


I think it's time for me to just smash
I need to escape from the police immediately


It's when a nigga got you running like a track meet
I'm running as fast as I can to avoid getting caught


Hopping fences, this suspense is, killing me I really don't wanna be in a pickle
I'm jumping over fences while feeling anxious and scared, hoping not to get caught


I'd rather be posted up in the crib with hella weed but now I'm running from ballistics end up burning like a missile
I prefer to stay at home smoking weed, but now I'm being chased by the police and could end up getting shot


Shit I could turn into a phantom on 'em, blend to the night like I was chameleon
I could disappear from their sight and blend in with the night like a chameleon


I'm underground like a basement ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceiling
I'm living off the grid and under the radar, but at the same time, I'm successful and rich


Fuck your feelings you're talking to the same nigga who used to be scared of the dark
I don't care about your emotions, but I used to be afraid of the dark


As a little kid, that was my worst fucking fear like Arabs to shark
Like how Arabs are afraid of sharks, I was terrified of the dark as a child


You're fucking with a werewolf don't nobody care when you bark
I'm like a werewolf- aggressive and fierce, and no one cares about your weak attempts at intimidating me


Fill them with the rage throw 'em in the cage with the Brainsick tear you apart
I'll attack you with my fury and throw you into a cage with the insane, where you'll be torn apart


These eyes do not see what you and I see
My perspective is different from yours


Behind these eyes one finds only blackness the absence of light
My mind is dark, and I don't see hope or positivity


Imma let them have it when I'm busting through the masses like a fully automatic x4
I'll attack my enemies fiercely and quickly like a fully automatic weapon


People looking at me funny, never take me for a dummy
People judge me for my appearance, but they shouldn't underestimate me


Even though a nigga sinnin', while I'm drinkin' on my gin
Even though I'm sinning and drinking, I'm still successful and respected


And puffing on the weed again
I'm smoking marijuana once again


I'm the realest you pretend, better believe I be winnin'
I'm authentic, and unlike you, I'm successful


Mind of a murderer happen to hurt 'em
I have the mindset of a killer, which can hurt my enemies


Put 'em in perpendicular body positions up in your furniture
I'll put my enemies in awkward positions inside your furniture


Playing like it's a tournament, fill 'em up with the worship
I'll treat my attack like a game or competition and fill my enemies with fear


I curse them, put niggas up in the fire that's why I'm burning them
I'll put my enemies in harm's way and consume them with fire


It's Twisted Insane what the fuck you mean you haven't heard of him
I'm Twisted Insane, and how could you not have heard of me?


You must of been high on shrooms, or living on the moon, or only into bullshit rap that be on the radio and I am way too goon
You must be living under a rock to not know who I am, or you only listen to generic and mainstream music


Fuck you all, see you leave the show too soon, how the fuck you finna dip when I'm the monster in the dark?
I don't care about your opinions or attendance, how could you leave early when I'm the main attraction?


Fuck your life, cut with knife, I made incision on your brain like I was Dr. Heart
I don't care about your life and will harm you with precision like a surgeon


With the homies, or by myself, you catch a nigga on the solo when I'm with the shit
I'm comfortable being alone or with my crew, and I'm always ready for action


Claim you pimp, makes me sick, how these niggas acting funny when they wit' they bitch
I dislike how guys act fake when they're with their girlfriend and claim to be pimps


You can't roll one with the homies, you can't hang around the studio all fucking night
You can't smoke marijuana with us or spend time in the studio all night


You can't hit the club, you can't stick with thugs, and I can't go into your house past fucking light
You can't party with us or be with dangerous people, and I can't enter your home after dark


They say I'm evil, but I'm just living on the dark side of the force, my nigga
People label me as evil, but I'm just going against the norm like a Star Wars character


Anybody wants to go against a motherfucker I will kill and I will say I'm forced by liquor
Anyone who opposes me will be attacked and killed, and I'll blame my actions on being drunk


Nice and easy, Nice and greasy, like a bitch who getting fucked with no Vaseline
I'll attack my enemies swiftly and viciously, like they're being hurt without any lubrication


I took match that I found up in the back then I looked in your face I spit it with the gasoline
I found a match, looked at you, and spat at you with gasoline- a way of inflicting harm or pain




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