Birthday Bitches

Birthday bitches Everybody sit around right here Because Shaggy the clown has a present for everybody I got your fuckin' present hangin' next to my nuts Now when I'm swinging on my hatchet If it hits you it cuts Don't make me chop your head in half, and smack the side with your cheeks Because I haven't had my mineral in almost a week Your fuckin' momma brought me here to entertain your ass So no matter what I'm doin' I expect you to laugh Now when you see me do a trick And if it isn't even 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 motuh shut, and pump air in through your nose And fuckin' pop your head but we'd get blood on our clothes Look, I'm a wicked clown I ain't no fuckin' superhero I ain't a big and scary dude, more like that little rey misterio I'm quick to beat down all you little bitches Right in front of your mom and if the bitch get's heated Tell her, bring it on Oh shit it's your birthday, oh no it isn't It's somebody's birthday, oh no it isn't Oh shit it's your birthday, oh no it isn't It's your birthday It ain't mine motha facko --- Birthday Bitches - Insane Clown Posse