Birthday Bitches

(Shaggy 2 Dope) I got your fuckin present hangin next to my nuts Now when I'm swingin on my hatchet if it hits you it cuts Don't make me chop your head in half and smack the side with the cheek Because I haven't had my melorol in almost a week Your fuckin mama brought me here to entertain ya ass So no matter what I do I expect you to laugh Now when I do a trick and even if it isn't 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 mouth shut and pump air in through ya nose And fuckin pop ya head but we'd get blood on our clothes Look I'm a wicked clown I ain't no fuckin superhero Ain't that big and scary though I fly like little Rey Mysterio I'm quick to beat down all you little bitches right in front of you mom And if the bitch gets heated tell her bring it on (Chorus) O Shit It's your birthday (Oh no it isn't) It's somebody's birthday (Oh no it isn't) O shit it's your birthday (Oh no it isn't) It's your birthday (Anybody Killa) Sit the fuck down or it's everybody's birthday (Chorus) (Violent J) It ain't mine mutha facko!