icp - my kind of bitch lyrics
my kind of b-tch ain’t like your b-tch
cuz my b-tch don’t b-tch at all
my b-tch don’t blink, she don’t even think
about money or f-ckin mall
my kind of b-tch don’t fix her hair
she don’t care about what she wears
cuz she’s much too busy pulling the worms
out her b-tt, she ain’t bathed in years
my kind of b-tch, i’ll never forget
we first met on a oujia board
miss crabber d-mned, she would chew on snakes
and swallow a ninja sword
i said, “hey b-tch, how do you do?
some f-cks call me violent j”
she picked her nose and flicked it at me
smiled and was on her way, my kind of b-tch
my kind of b-tch
my kind of b-tch don’t fix her hair
she don’t care about what she wears
my kind of b-tch don’t fix her hair
she don’t care about what she wears
f-ck that!
my kind of b-tch has a hole in her neck
and has to talk like this “i love you”
she can drink through it, ya get used to it
it whistle every time we kiss
my kind of b-tch gots one good t-ttie
the other one’s skinny and red
she can make the one jiggle
the other one don’t do sh-t but just sit their dead
my kind of b-tch has a wooden eye
with a nail sticking half way out
it once caught a fire and we all had to spit
in her face just to put it out
my kind of b-tch is a little loopy
and her -ss might droop a bit
but i scoop that loop and fold the flop
and i f-ck that pile of sh-t, my kind of b-tch
my kind of b-tch
my kind of b-tch gots one good t-ttie
the other one’s skinny and red
my kind of b-tch gots one good t-ttie
“h-llo? um, my name is j. i’m from detroit. i’m looking for a girl,
who’s, um, dead. um, a girl who can possibly forfill some of my
fetishes. which include, um, dipping your t-tties in faygo and
slapping my face with them. um, jumping from the dresser and landing
on my b-lls. uh…”
my kind of b-tch waits till i sleep
then run and f-ck my friends
and everytime i break her legs
then give my homie’s ends (haha what’s up, man!)
she shot me once and stabbed my neck
and even broke my nose
but i lick her from her crooked neck
down to her stringy toes, my kind of b-tch
my kind of b-tch
my kind of b-tch waits till i sleep
then run and f-ck my friends
my kind of b-tch waits till i sleep then…
“h-llo? uh, my name is sh-ggs, and i’m lookin for a girl with a
big big fat f-ckin -ss. and t-tties. and a big fat f-ckin -ss.
and, uh, i want my d-ck sucked, and i want my b-lls scratched.
and i want her to scratch my -ss and twist my b-lls at the same
time, that’s a must. and i’m looking for a girl who can stretch
t-tties and stuff em in her -ss.”
f-ck yeah, motherf-cker
i’m looking for a b-tch
i’m looking for a girl to fit my needs (my kind of b-tch)
we can have picnics under the moon
in the graveyard
we can have picnics under my house (my kind of b-tch)
i’m looking for a girl to die with
if you’re already dead, that’s cool
you can sit around and wait for me to die (my kind of b-tch)
i’m looking for a girl to squeeze me
i’m looking for a girl to squeeze my b-lls
let me squeeze your neck
“this is lisa. i’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
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