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Deadbeat Moms


by ICP (Insane Clown Posse). Buy album CD: The Calm


[Violent J]
Bitch back up cause your dimminí my shine
You got nine kids, only two of them mine
I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac
Bitch start giving back, fuck hittiní that
Your shit loop like a bowl of soup
And every time Iím with you, Iím smelling nothing but baby poop
You got WIC food stamps, and ADC
Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel
And Iíma murder any friend of the court
Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport
Then blast off, catch a flight to another life
Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes
They wonít stifle, always wanna fight and for what
Get the rifle one to her butt, POP!
I wonít have it, bitches wonít fly straight
And I got two more bitches calliní sayiní they late
Baby momma blues

[Chorus]
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ainít no one on my side
Iím packin all my shit up and Iím taking off tonight
Bitch leave me alone

[Esham]
Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama
Calliní me while Iím in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna
Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer
Anyway bitch, howíd u get my new number
Fuck my baby momma, she need a new weed?
That bitch did something that I couldnít believe
She called up a priest, she called the police
And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece
Fuck my baby momma, I canít see it like Stevie Wonder
All I know is when it rains it thunders
My baby momma took me under
Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids
Donít tell me bout shit that none of them did
To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringiní the drama
Fuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma

[Chorus]
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ainít no one on my side
Iím packin all my shit up and Iím taking off tonight

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes
You donít love them kids, you only keep them to use
You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers
How that happen?
You got me plottiní a kidnapping
Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off!
All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off
He looks like me, bitch, he looks just like you
Damn, just a piece of neden ?
Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasnít enough
You met some punk and he stole your stuff
You wrecked your car they cut off your phone
Baby mommas blowin me up
AINíT NOBODY HOME!
How much money, just for three kids
I got three other hoes layiní down they bids
Donít think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces
I got baby mommas in phenomenal places

[Chorus]
Deadbeat moms are chasing me ainít no one on my side
Iím packin all my shit up and Iím taking off tonight
Leave me alone

[Esham]
There you have it, man
These hoes done lost they minds, man
These hoes keep tryiní to hit a brother with charges
So I just keep on hittiní them with gauges
You know what Iím sayiní?
These hoes can just jump up off me man
I donít give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what Iím sayin?
Fuck what the DMA say
I just had another one man
Yeah, itís tryna get me
I donít know man
I donít know what they gone do
But if they break up out this..




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Album: The Calm (2005) Lyrics
cd Buy "The Calm" CD
  1. Intro (The Calm)
  2. Rollin' Over
  3. Rosemary
  4. Crop Circles
  5. Deadbeat Moms
  6. We'll Be Alright
  7. Like It Like That
  8. Off The Track

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