Over a b*tch lyrics

by

Insane Clown Posse


[Intro: Violent J]
What the f*ck?!
Made one mistake and f*cked everything up
What the f*ck?!
Everything!

[Verse 1: Violent J]
She was my girlfriend (f*ckin' skank) So I thought
She was down for me (sh*t head b*tch) 'Til I got caught
I was doin' six months (Up in a pen) Sellin' Vicodin (Gettin' paid)
She was getting butt f*cked (In her ass hole) By my friend ([?] f*cker)
The day that I got out (ha ha ha ha ha) I bought me an axe
I hid in her bushes (come on, b*tch) Smokin' crack
He was drivin' my car (What the f*ck?!) When they pulled up (Here they come)
I hit him in the mother f*ckin' back of the head (Pow!) Made the b*tch throw up!

[Chorus]
I killed somebody
O-o-o-o-o-over a b*tch
O-o-over a b*tch
Oh my God!
And I can’t believe I did that sh*t
O-over a b*tch
What the f*ck is wrong with me?
b*tch b*tch
Now I’m doin' forty years over this ho
What the f*ck?!
Wha-wha-wha-what the f*ck?!
Over this sh*t head b*tch I don’t even know
What the f*ck?!
Any more
Wha-wha-what the f*ck?!
[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Bang Pow Boom, baby! (Woo!) She was good to go (Fo' sho')
Took her to the movies (To the back row) We f*cked on the flo' (Yo)
She had pop corn in her puss (Comin' out her ass) She was freaky as f*ck, b*tch
But she had a boy friend (Uh-oh) His name was Chuck (f*ck him)
He caught us in a red light (Mother f*cker!) and swung for my eye (Pow!)
He f*cked up my paint (What?) Chuck had to die (Come on)
I jumped from above (Hya!) stabbed Chuck in the head
Then I got arrested (Damn) now she’s f*ckin' Ted instead

[Chorus]
I killed some body
O-o-o-o-over a b*tch
O-o-over a b*tch
What the f*ck is wrong with me?
And I can’t believe I did that sh*t
O-o-over a b*tch
b*tch b*tch b*tch
Now I’m doin forty years over this hoe
What the f*ck?!
Wha wha wha what the f*ck?!
All for this sh*t head b*tch I don’t even know
What the f*ck?!
Any more
Wha wha wha what the f*ck
[Verse 3: Violent J]
I met her at the roller rink, I think
Dressed in pink, plenty of ink
Her neden stank, but I didn’t care
sh*t, I ain't had any in a couple of years (b*tch!)
I was in love like a f*ckin' sucker
f*ck a rubber. I f*cked her blubber
I bought her sh*t. She taught me sh*t
I’m actin like a b*tch ant I ought to quit (b*tch!)
Some dude, rude, goosed her ass
She got mad and slapped me fast
Tried not to cry in front of my crew
She asked me what the f*ck I’ma do
He was a tree like seven three
And she wouldn’t let it be, and finally
He got shot, I got arrested
She moved on, and now I get molested in jail

[Bridge]
You gotta ask yourself who's the b*tch? Who's the b*tch? Who's the b*tch?
You better ask yourself who's the b*tch? Who's the b*tch? Who's the b*tch?
Now ask yourself who's the b*tch? Who's the b*tch? Who's the b*tch?
You gotta ask yourself who's the b*tch? Who's the b*tch? You the b*tch!
Bia-bia-bia-biatch
You the b*tch!
Bia-bia-bia-biatch
You the b*tch!
What the f*ck is wrong with me?
Bia-bia-biatch
You the b*tch!
Bia-bia-bia-biatch
[Chorus]
I killed some body
What the f*ck?!
Over a b*tch
Wha wha wha what the f*ck?!
What the f*ck?!
And I can’t believe I did that sh*t
O-over a b*tch
b*tch b*tch b*tch
Now I’m doin' forty years over this hoe
f*ck this b*tch f*ck-f*ck-f*ck this b*tch
Over this sh*t head b*tch I don’t even know
Any more

[Outro: Violent J]
Damn!
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