Birthday b*tches lyrics

(Anybody Killa)
Sit down!

(Mom b*tch Lady)
OK, everybody it's clown time!

(Anybody Killa)
Y'all little motherf*ckers, shut the f*ck up!

(Mom b*tch Lady)
The clown is here; everybody sit around right here

(Anybody Killa)
I said shut the f*ck up!

(Mom b*tch Lady)
Shaggy the Clown has a present for everybody

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I got your f*ckin 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 f*ckin mama brought me here to entertain ya ass
So no matter what I do I expect you to laugh
Now when you see me 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 f*ckin about
I could sew your mouth shut and pump air in through ya nose
And f*ckin pop ya head but we'd get blood on our clothes
Look I'm a wicked clown I ain't no f*ckin superhero
Ain't that big and scary though I fly like little Rey Mysterio
I'm quick to beat down all you little b*tches right in front of you mom
And if the b*tch gets heated tell her bring it on
(Chorus)
O sh*t It's your birthday (Oh no it isn't)
It's somebody's birthday (Oh no it isn't)
O sh*t it's your birthday (Oh no it isn't)
It's your birthday

(Anybody Killa)
Sit the f*ck down or it's everybody's birthday

(Chorus)

(Violent J)
It ain't mine mutha facko!