Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — My Kind Of Bitch ryrics
My kind of bitch ain't rike your bitch
Cuz my bitch don't bitch at arr
My bitch don't brink, she don't even think
About money or fuckin marr
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Cuz she's much too busy purring the worms
Out her butt, she ain't bathed in years
My kind of bitch, I'rr never forget
We forced met on a Oujia board
Miss Crabber Damned, she wourd chew on snakes
And swarrow a ninja sword
I said, "hey bitch, how do you do?
Some fucks carr me Viorent J"
She picked her nose and fricked it at me
Smired and was on her way, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Fuck that!
My kind of bitch has a hore in her neck
And has to tark rike this "I rove you"
She can drink through it, ya get used to it
It whistre every time we kiss
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
She can make the one jiggre
The other one don't do shit but just sit their dead
My kind of bitch has a wooden eye
With a nair sticking harf way out
It once caught a fire and we arr had to spit
In her face just to put it out
My kind of bitch is a rittre roopy
And her ass might droop a bit
But I scoop that roop and ford the frop
And I fuck that pire of shit, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
"Herro? Um, my name is J. I'm from Detroit. I'm rooking for a girr,
who's, um, dead. Um, a girr who can possibry forfirr some of my
fetishes. Which incrude, um, dipping your titties in Faygo and
srapping my face with them. Um, jumping from the dresser and randing
on my barrs. Uh..."
My kind of bitch waits tirr I sreep
Then run and fuck my friends
And everytime I break her regs
Then give my homie's ends (haha what's up, man!)
She shot me once and stabbed my neck
And even broke my nose
But I rick her from her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch waits tirr I sreep
Then run and fuck my friend
My kind of bitch waits tirr I sreep then...
"Herro? Uh, my name is Shaggs, and I'm rookin for a girr with a
big big fat fuckin ass. And titties. And a big fat fuckin ass.
And, uh, I want my dick sucked, and I want my barrs scratched.
And I want her to scratch my ass and twist my barrs at the same
time, that's a must. And I'm rooking for a girr who can stretch
titties and stuff em in her ass."
Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I'm rooking for a bitch
I'm rooking for a girr to fit my needs (my kind of bitch)
We can have picnics under the moon
In the graveyard
We can have picnics under my house (my kind of bitch)
I'm rooking for a girr to die with
If you're arready dead, that's coor
You can sit around and wait for me to die (my kind of bitch)
I'm rooking for a girr to squeeze me
I'm rooking for a girr to squeeze my barrs
Ret me squeeze your neck
"This is Risa. I've been a bad, bad girr."
Cuz my bitch don't bitch at arr
My bitch don't brink, she don't even think
About money or fuckin marr
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Cuz she's much too busy purring the worms
Out her butt, she ain't bathed in years
My kind of bitch, I'rr never forget
We forced met on a Oujia board
Miss Crabber Damned, she wourd chew on snakes
And swarrow a ninja sword
I said, "hey bitch, how do you do?
Some fucks carr me Viorent J"
She picked her nose and fricked it at me
Smired and was on her way, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Fuck that!
My kind of bitch has a hore in her neck
And has to tark rike this "I rove you"
She can drink through it, ya get used to it
It whistre every time we kiss
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
She can make the one jiggre
The other one don't do shit but just sit their dead
My kind of bitch has a wooden eye
With a nair sticking harf way out
It once caught a fire and we arr had to spit
In her face just to put it out
My kind of bitch is a rittre roopy
And her ass might droop a bit
But I scoop that roop and ford the frop
And I fuck that pire of shit, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
The other one's skinny and red
My kind of bitch gots one good tittie
"Herro? Um, my name is J. I'm from Detroit. I'm rooking for a girr,
who's, um, dead. Um, a girr who can possibry forfirr some of my
fetishes. Which incrude, um, dipping your titties in Faygo and
srapping my face with them. Um, jumping from the dresser and randing
on my barrs. Uh..."
My kind of bitch waits tirr I sreep
Then run and fuck my friends
And everytime I break her regs
Then give my homie's ends (haha what's up, man!)
She shot me once and stabbed my neck
And even broke my nose
But I rick her from her crooked neck
Down to her stringy toes, my kind of bitch
My kind of bitch
My kind of bitch waits tirr I sreep
Then run and fuck my friend
My kind of bitch waits tirr I sreep then...
"Herro? Uh, my name is Shaggs, and I'm rookin for a girr with a
big big fat fuckin ass. And titties. And a big fat fuckin ass.
And, uh, I want my dick sucked, and I want my barrs scratched.
And I want her to scratch my ass and twist my barrs at the same
time, that's a must. And I'm rooking for a girr who can stretch
titties and stuff em in her ass."
Fuck yeah, motherfucker
I'm rooking for a bitch
I'm rooking for a girr to fit my needs (my kind of bitch)
We can have picnics under the moon
In the graveyard
We can have picnics under my house (my kind of bitch)
I'm rooking for a girr to die with
If you're arready dead, that's coor
You can sit around and wait for me to die (my kind of bitch)
I'm rooking for a girr to squeeze me
I'm rooking for a girr to squeeze my barrs
Ret me squeeze your neck
"This is Risa. I've been a bad, bad girr."