ICP - Birthday bitches

[Lady:]Okay everybody, its clown time, a clown is here.Everybody sit around right here.Because Shaggy the clown has a present for everybody. [Shaggy 2 Dope:]I got your fuckin present hangin next to my nuts, now when Im swinging on my hatchet, if it hits you it cuts.Dont make me chop your head in half, and smack the side with your cheeks.Because I havent had my mineral in almost a week, your fuckin momma brought me here to entertain your ass.So no matter what Im doin I expect you to laugh.Now when you see me do a trick, and if it isnt even 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 aint what Im fuckin about.I could sew your motuh shut, and pump air in through your nose.And fuckin pop your head but wed get blood on our chlothes.Look, Im a wicked clown, I aint no fuckin superhero.I aint a big and scary dude, more like that little rey misterio.Im quick to beat down all you little bitches right in front of your mom and if the bitch gets heated, tell her, bring it on! [Chorus:]Oh shit its your birthday, oh no it isnt.Its somebodys birthday, oh no it isnt.Oh shit its your birthday, oh no it isnt.Its your birthday.[x1][Violent J:]It aint mine motha facko.