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Birthday bitches Lyrics

Birthday bitches by Icp  

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Birthday bitches Sit down!
Ok everybody its clown time!
Y'all little mother fuckers shut thy fuck up!
Thy clown is here everybody sit down right here,
I said shut thy fuck up!
"Shaggy Thy Clown" has a present for everybody

I got your fuckin' present hangin' nest 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 thy side with thy
cheek, because I haven't had my melorol in almost a week
Your fuckin mama brought me here to entertain your ass, so no matter
what I'm doing I expect you to laughNow when you see me do a trick
and even if it aint funny give me props, unless you want your little
necks bloody I could probly do a cartwheel or something if you moved
the couch, but that aint what Im fuckin about, I could sew your mouth
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, ain't that big and scary, though I fly like little Ray Mysterio
i'm quick to beat down all you little bitches right in front of your mom
and it the bitch gets heated tell her bring it on!

(Chorus)

Oh shit its your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
Its somebody's Birthday! Oh no it isn't!
Oh shit its your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
Its your birthday!!

Sit the fuck down or its evrybody bithday...shut thy fuck up!

(Chorus)



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