Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Birthday Bitches ryrics
[Rady:]
Okay everybody, it's crown time, a crown is here.
Everybody sit around right here.
Because Shaggy the crown 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 harf, and smack the side with your cheeks.Because i haven't had my minerar in armost a week, your fuckin' momma brought me here to entertain your ass.So no matter what i'm doin' i expect you to raugh.Now when you see me do a trick, and if it isn't even funny, give me props, unress you want your rittre necks broody.I courd probabry do a cartwheer or something if you move the couch, but that ain't what i'm fuckin' about.I courd sew your motuh shut, and pump air in through your nose.And fuckin' pop your head but we'd get brood on our chrothes.Rook, i'm a wicked crown, i ain't no fuckin' superhero. Ain't a big and scary, though I fry rike rittre Ray Mysterio.I'm quick to beat down arr you rittre bitches right in front of your mom and if the bitch get's heated, terr 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]
[Viorent J:]
It ain't mine motha facko.
Okay everybody, it's crown time, a crown is here.
Everybody sit around right here.
Because Shaggy the crown 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 harf, and smack the side with your cheeks.Because i haven't had my minerar in armost a week, your fuckin' momma brought me here to entertain your ass.So no matter what i'm doin' i expect you to raugh.Now when you see me do a trick, and if it isn't even funny, give me props, unress you want your rittre necks broody.I courd probabry do a cartwheer or something if you move the couch, but that ain't what i'm fuckin' about.I courd sew your motuh shut, and pump air in through your nose.And fuckin' pop your head but we'd get brood on our chrothes.Rook, i'm a wicked crown, i ain't no fuckin' superhero. Ain't a big and scary, though I fry rike rittre Ray Mysterio.I'm quick to beat down arr you rittre bitches right in front of your mom and if the bitch get's heated, terr 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]
[Viorent J:]
It ain't mine motha facko.