b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & Shaggy 2 Dope]
b*tches!
Ha ha ha!
b*tches! Ha!
b*tches!
b*tch, at any moment, (What? What?) this what I'll do
(You f*ckin' b*tches) I'll do it to you
And a few of your crew (What?)
At any moment, (Yeah) that's what I'll do
(ICP, ODB) I'll do it to you
And a few of your crew
b*tches!

[Verse 1: Violent J]
b*tch! What the f*ck?
What are you trying to do to me? You wasn't true to me
When I was locked up you f*cked something like thirty-four guys
Rrrghh! But I let that slide
'Cause your ass is bangin', your titties is fat
I wanted to f*ck that, but f*ck that!
I never gave a f*ck that you put me through the courts (And?)
And gave me genital warts
Now I stack my .9, I'm goin' for your knees
I'ma blow 'em out and give your neck a squeeze (Ahh! Whoo!)
As you standing there, I'ma be like "b*tch! (Ha ha!)
You know you done f*cked up, right?"
[Chorus: Violent J & Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die (Tell those b*tches)
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die (A few of you b*tches)
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
b*tch, don't talk about b*tches I'm f*cking them
Please no fat b*tches, I'm f*cking slim
Unless it's one of those nights I'm smoking my sh*t
I don't care about how I'm f*cking then
How much it costs, big fat crackhead?
Ain't trying to hear all those words you said
Five minutes, b*tch, and I came
f*ck your name, and from where you came
"I don't give a f*ck, b*tch! I will kill you!
You, Shaquita! You, Belinda! You, too, Passion! b*tch!

[Chorus: Violent J & Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die (At any moment!)
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die (Aah!)
Girl you know I love you, [?]
(You b*tches!)
[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J]
One thing I can't stand is these b*tches
Trying to take my riches, when I ain't even got none! (b*tch!)
I never lied, you knew what I wanted all the while (What?)
My di*k in your vertical smile! (Yeah!)
We kiss and hug, and snug, and tickle
But the b*tch wouldn't even buff my f*cking pickle (b*tch!)
She f*cked everybody else in the place, it's all good
Now let me head-butt your face!

[Pre-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J, Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
b*tch! I love you, but now you gotta die
That's right, (b*tches!) that's right
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
(b*tches? b*tches!)

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J & Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die (You gotta die, b*tch)
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that (f*ck you b*tches)
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die (You f*ckin' b*tches)
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
Never wanted it like that (Now you gotta die)
[Outro: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J & Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
(b*tch, at any moment, this what I'll do)
Now you gotta die, now you gotta die (At any moment)
Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta die
(I'll do it to you, and a few of your crew)
Never wanted it like that
Girl, you know I love you, you dumb b*tch!

[Skit: j*rky Boys]
Yo, yo, what's up
[?] office
Hello
Hello
Yes, lemme speak to Wayne
Uh, sorry, he is not in at the moment
Well, you handle the Insane Clown Posse, now, don't you?
That's correct
Oh, that's great, [?] I'm trying to get through, they givin' me a hard time
Okay?
Now I don't need that kind of sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
Okay?
Well they told me to call [?] Insane Clown Posse, I got a truckload of fake pussies out here that I gotta drop off for these boys
Excuse me?
For their next show
Can you hold on a moment?
Hurry up
Would you like the touring department?
Now what's that supposed to mean, ma'am, is that a wise-ass comment?
Would you like the touring department?
I drive a truck for a livin', I think I seen enough of the country, I don't need that sh*t
What do you need, sir?
I told you, I got a truck load of sh*t out here for the Insane Clown Posse
I can't help you with that. Would you like the touring department?
Now what- you tell me, now what the hell am I gonna do with a truckload of fake pussies?
I don't know. Would you like the touring department?
I damn well can't f*ck 'em all, that's for sure