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 End