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A Chance Encounter
T'was the sign of the times
The Death-Star's unforeseen foreclosure a casualty
Of the 2008 subprime mortgage meltdown
Now owned by JP Morgan
A subsequent mental breakdown rendered
The Sith Lord unable to wield the Force
Homesick and hungry he wanders the subways
Women think he's some thirsty ass dude
With all the heavy breathing
But that's just a symptom from his perennial asthma condition
He still has dreams of conquest of the galaxy
But now he's gotta start over small
And try to join the Illuminati
Wayne Manor gets steamrolled by imminent domain
North Dakota pipeline slated to run through the Batcave
The Bat-mobile a serious drain on resources
Can't find replacement parts
And it's a gas guzzler on top of that
Only recourse is to donate it to Cars 4 Kids
And wait for his tax rebate
Cuz Alfred and Robin embezzled the remainder of his funds
Alfred fled to Costa Rica
With that gold digging broad Catwoman
While Robin and Bane got hitched
And now sponsor events for the LGTB community
Filled with pain and nostalgia he roams the subway tunnels
Pining over his beloved Batcave
Two dark souls meet in a subway car
Immediately they size each other up
They're not enemies but you know how it go
Hurt people hurt people
Looks like they're gonna have to get down the old fashion way
Because DV can't afford batteries for his life saber
And BM had to pawn his utility belt
So here you have two caped individuals
Washed up and unwashed
Tryin to come up off of some bogus street cred
Its a new kind of black on black crime
The Dark Knight vs the Dark Side
About to get it in on the southbound A train
Something's gotta give
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