Lyric Birthday Bitches
[Lady:]
Okay everybody, it s clown time, a clown is here.
Everybody sit around right here.
Because Shaggy the clown has a present for everybody.
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
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 chlothes.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!
[Chorus:]
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.[x1]
[Violent J:]
It ain t mine motha facko.
Okay everybody, it s clown time, a clown is here.
Everybody sit around right here.
Because Shaggy the clown has a present for everybody.
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
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 chlothes.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!
[Chorus:]
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.[x1]
[Violent J:]
It ain t mine motha facko.
