Текст песни Birthday

~Birthday Bitches

I got your fucking present hanging next to my nuts. Now when Im swinging on my
hatchet, if it hits you it cuts, Dont make me chop your head in half and smack
the side with the check, because I havent had my Melerol in almost a week, Your
fuckin' mama brought me here to entertain your ass, so no matter whut Im doing
I expect you to laugh, Now when you see me do a trick and even if it isnt funny
give me props, unless you want your little necks bloody, I could probably do a
cartwheel or somethinf if you move the couch, but that aint whut Im fuckin'
about, I could sew your mouths shut and pump air in through your nose and
fuckin' pop your head, but wed get blood on our clothes. Look, Im a wicked
clown I aint no fuckin'super hero, aint that big and scary, though I fly like
little Ray Mysterio, Im wuick to beat down all you little bitches right in
front of your mom and if the bitch gets heated tell her to bring it on!Insane Clown Posse - Birthday - http://ru.motolyrics.com/insane-clown-posse/birthday-lyrics.html

Oh shit its your birthday! Oh no it isnt!
Its somebodys birthday! Oh no it isnt!
Oh shit its your birthday! Oh no it isnt!
Its your birthday

Sit the fuck down or its everybodys birthday... Shut the fuck up!

Oh shit its your birthday! Oh no it isnt!
Its somebodys birthday! Oh no it isnt!
Oh shit its your birthday! Oh no it isnt!
Its your birthday

It aint mine motha facko!