I got your fucking present hanging next to my nuts,
Now when I'm swinging 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 havent 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 if 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 flip 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 fucking clown I ain't no fucking super hero,
Ain't that big and scary though, fly like little Rey Mysterio,
I'm quick to beat you down all you little bitches right in front of your mom and if the bitch gets heated tell her bring it on!
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Oh 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!
Sit down the fuck down or its everybody's birthday...Shut the fuck up!
(Chorus)
It ain't mine mutha facko!