Birthday Bitches Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

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