Insane Clown Posse - Birthday lyrics

~Birthday b**hes I got your f**ing present hanging next to my nuts. Now when Im swinging on my the side with the check, because I havent had my Melerol in almost a week, Your hatchet, if it hits you it cuts, Dont make me chop your head in half and smack f**in' mama brought me here to entertain your a**, so no matter whut Im doing give me props, unless you want your little necks bloody, I could probably do a I expect you to laugh, Now when you see me do a trick and even if it isnt funny cartwheel or somethinf if you move the couch, but that aint whut Im f**in' clown I aint no f**in'super hero, aint that big and scary, though I fly like about, I could sew your mouths shut and pump air in through your nose and f**in' pop your head, but wed get blood on our clothes. Look, Im a wicked little Ray Mysterio, Im wuick to beat down all you little b**hes right in front of your mom and if the b**h gets heated tell her to bring it on! Oh sh** its your birthday! Oh no it isnt! Its somebodys birthday! Oh no it isnt! Oh sh** its your birthday! Oh no it isnt! Its your birthday Sit the f** down or its everybodys birthday... Shut the f** up! Its somebodys birthday! Oh no it isnt! Oh sh** its your birthday! Oh no it isnt! Oh sh** its your birthday! Oh no it isnt! Its your birthday It aint mine motha facko!