(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I got your fuckin' present hanging next to my nuts
Now when I'm swinging on my hatchet, it if 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 your ass,
so no matter what I'm doing I expect you to laugh
Now when you see me do a trick and even if it isn't funny
Give my props, unless you want your little necks bloody
I could probably do a cartweel or something
if you move the couch, but that aint what I'm fuckin' about
I could sew your mouth shut
and pump air in through your nose and fuckin' pop your 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 your mom
and if the bitch gets heated tel her bring it on!
(Chorus)
On shit it's your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
It's somebody's birthday! Oh no it isn't!
Oh shit it's your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
It's your birthday!
(Anybody Killa)
Sit the fuck down or it's everybody birthday.... Shut the fuck up!
On shit it's your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
It's somebody's birthday! Oh no it isn't!
Oh shit it's your birthday! Oh no it isn't!
It's Your birthday!
(Violent J)
It ain't mine muthafacko!