Insane Clown Posse - Birthday Bitches lyrics
[Insane Clown Posse - Birthday Bitches lyrics]
I got your fuckin present hangin
Next to my nuts
Now when I'm swingin on my hatchet
If it hit's you it cuts
Don't make me chop your head in half
And smack the side with the cheek
Because I haven't had my melorol
In almost a week
Your fuckin mama brought me here
To entertain ya ass
So no matter what I do I expect you to laugh
Now when you see me do a trick
And even if it isn't funny
Give me props unless you want
Your little necks bloody
I could probably do a cartwheel or
Something if you move the couch
But that ain't what I'm fuckin about
I could sew your mouth shut and
Pump air in through ya nose
And fuckin pop ya head but we'd
Get blood on our clothes
Look I'm a wicked clown I
Ain't no fuckin superhero
Ain't that big and scary though I
Fly like little Rey Mysterio
I'm quick to beat down all you little
Bitches right in front of you mom
And if the bitch gets heated
Tell her bring it on
O Shit It's your birthday (Oh no it isn't)
It's somebody's birthday (Oh no it isn't)
O shit it's your birthday (Oh no it isn't)
It's your birthday
(Anybody Killa) sit the fuck down or
It's everybody's birthday
(Violent J) it ain't mine mutha facko!
Next to my nuts
Now when I'm swingin on my hatchet
If it hit's you it cuts
Don't make me chop your head in half
And smack the side with the cheek
Because I haven't had my melorol
In almost a week
Your fuckin mama brought me here
To entertain ya ass
So no matter what I do I expect you to laugh
Now when you see me do a trick
And even if it isn't funny
Give me props unless you want
Your little necks bloody
I could probably do a cartwheel or
Something if you move the couch
But that ain't what I'm fuckin about
I could sew your mouth shut and
Pump air in through ya nose
And fuckin pop ya head but we'd
Get blood on our clothes
Look I'm a wicked clown I
Ain't no fuckin superhero
Ain't that big and scary though I
Fly like little Rey Mysterio
I'm quick to beat down all you little
Bitches right in front of you mom
And if the bitch gets heated
Tell her bring it on
O Shit It's your birthday (Oh no it isn't)
It's somebody's birthday (Oh no it isn't)
O shit it's your birthday (Oh no it isn't)
It's your birthday
(Anybody Killa) sit the fuck down or
It's everybody's birthday
(Violent J) it ain't mine mutha facko!