jamie madrox - sour patch bitches lyrics
hey yo blaze…
hey, check this sh-t out man…
swivel gave me this beat…
it’s some old school sh-t man…
i’m thinkin…
i’m thinkin we need to ride on them old…
rat face, tack-head -ss b-tches…
you… you know what i’m talkin bout…
them old ran through b-tches…
the kinda b-tches, when you see em…
you be like, aw no, not this b-tch…
we put the…
we put the…
we put the j in juggalo i put the f in fat kid…
no, i’m not a pimp but i’ll slap that b-tch…
i like the juggalettes with the big -sses…
rippen to the show in their daddy’s e-cl-sses…
wearin j-lo rose colored sun gl-sses…
suckin truck drivers for some backstage p-sses…
(you know how we do it when we wanna get in)
by any means necessary to impress their friends…
now you done sucked everyone up in my crew…
and then spanned off suckin dudes in other groups too…
people everywhere callin you d-ck breath…
because you’re over there lettin any and everyone get their d-ck wet…
don’t kiss that b-tch because she’s sour…
tell that ho to go and take a shower…
i’m just saying ain’t all innocent…
and some of them hos will have your -ss sittin in the clinic…
this means you b-tch, this means you…
this means you b-tch, this means you…
this means you b-tch, this means you…
this means you b-tch, this means you…
and even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush…
(now you give me half a chance i probly coulda f-cked you)
and even with the clap and some nuts on your back…
(we’re really not sure, but i think that i can f-ck you)
and even with hep-c and a shaved bush…
(i don’t remember baby girl, tell me, did i f-ck you?)
and even with a gang of kids and a mustache…
(it’s a mother f-ckin shame i can’t remember if i f-cked you)
we put the…
we put the…
we put the f in fam i put the c in click
and show hot rides and nice big t-ts…
i like the juggalettes with the big breastes…
no panties on under their sundresses…
crossin their legs just to keep you guessin…
and got everybody in the house stressin…
you press up your p-ssy and you feel your peach…
cause you’re dressed for action but you’re too good to speak…
type of b-tch that likes to meet on the down low…
get a couple shots of red bull and watch her go…
they’re always callin you a good time sally…
cause you ate up on his -sshole in the alley…
same b-tch used to playing suckers for drinks…
dancin half nakd in the club till her p-ssy stinks…
…dead and straight rotten…
cuz she swallowed more nut than a fiend poppin oxycotton…
and even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush…
(now you give me half a chance i probly coulda f-cked you)
and even with the clap and some nuts on your back…
(we’re really not sure, but i think that i can f-ck you)
and even with hep-c and a shaved bush…
(i don’t remember baby girl, tell me, did i f-ck you?)
and even with a gang of kids and a mustache…
(it’s a mother f-ckin shame i can’t remember if i f-cked you)
we put the…
we put the…
we put the f in f-ck i put the p in p-n-s…
and backhand hos like i’m playin tennis…
i like the juggalettes with the pretty faces…
alternative broads with mix-matched shoe laces…
backpack covered in patches from hot topic…
(little in the back but she know how to drop it)
everything pierced with studs and barbells…
fishnet pantyhose with black fingernails…
same b-tch f-cked everyone up in my crew…
and has spanned off f-ckin dudes in other groups too…
she’s got a nickname, it’s called gang-bang…
you get her drunk, and everybody will get laid…
strap your sh-t cause that b-tch is sour…
tell that ho to go and take a shower…
i’m just sayin ain’t all innocent…
and some of them hos will have you -ss sittin in the clinic…
this means you b-tch, this means you…
this means you b-tch, this means you…
this means you b-tch, this means you…
this means you b-tch, this means you…
and even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush…
(now you give me half a chance i probly coulda f-cked you)
and even with the clap and some nuts on your back…
(really i’m not sure, but i think that i can f-ck you)
and even with hep-c and a shaved bush…
(quit playin with me girl, and tell me, did i f-ck you?)
and even with a gang of kids and a mustache…
(it’s a mother f-ckin shame i can’t remember if i f-cked you)
you dirty, dirty, dirty -ss b-tch…
you’re rotten. rotten mouth…
stankin like garlic b-tter and sh-t…
all spread up with some crabs…
some salmon patties…
straight up outta mother f-ckin long john silver’s…
you stank. you stank you dirty b-tch…
you still nasty.
man i thought they call me nasty, she’s really nasty y’all…
she’s really f-cked up…
shovin mother f-ckin 40 bottle up in her mother f-ckin cooch n sh-t…
man, you won’t believe this sh-t…
and even with a rotten mouth, and a dirty bush…
i still got love for ya, go on n shake that pus…
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