Over a Bitch

Insane Clown Posse

What the F*ck?!

Made one mistake and f*cked everything up

What the F*ck?!

Everything up!!!!!

She was my girlfriend (f*cken skank) so I thought
She was down for me (sh*t head b*tch) till I got caught
I was doin six months (up in a pen) sellin vikitin
She was getting b*tt f*cked (in her ass whole) by my friend
The day that I got out (ha ha ha ha ha) I bought me an axe
I hid in her bushes (come on b*tch) smokin crack
He was drivin my car (what the f*ck?!) when they pulled up
I hit him in the muda faken back of the head (pwwaa) made the b*tch throw up!

I killed sum body
O-o-o-o-o-over a b*tch
O-o-over a b*tch
Oh my God!
And I can't believe I did that sh*t
O-over a b*tch
What the f*ck is wrong with me?
B*tch b*tch

Now I'm doin forty years over this hoe
What the f*ck?!
Wha-wha-wha-what the f*ck?!
Over this sh*t head b*tch I don't even know
What the f*ck?!
any mooore
wha-wha-what the f*ck?!

Bang pow boom baby! Wooooo

She was good to go (fo sho)
Took her to the movies (to the back row) We f*cked on the floor
She had pop corn in her puss (cum on her ass) She was freaky as f*ck
But she had a boy friend (Uh Oh) His name was chuck (f*ck him)
He caught us in a red light (muda facka) and swung for my eye (pwwa)
He f*cked up my paint (whaat?) chuck had to die
I jumped from above (hiiiaaaaa) stabbed chuck in the head
Then I got arrested (damn) now she's f*cken dead instead

I killed some body
O-o-o-o-over a b*tch
O-o-over a b*tch
What the f*ck is wrong with me?
And I can't believe I did that sh*t
O-o-over a b*tch
B*tch b*tch b*tch

Now I'm doin forty years over this hoe
What the f*ck?!
wha wha wha what the f*ck?!
All for this sh*t head b*tch I don't even know
What the f*ck?!
Any mooore
wha wha wha what the f*ck

I met her at the roller ring (I think) dressed in pink
Plenty of ink her nedden stank but I didn't care she had eye headed and a couple of years
I was in love like a f*cken s*cka f*ck the rubber I f*cked her blubber
I bought her sh*t she taught me sh*t I'm actin like a b*tch so I ought to quit
Some dude, rude goose their ass she got mad and slap me fast tried not to cry in front of my crew
She asked me what the f*ck I'ma do he was a tree like seven three and she wouldn't let it be
And finally he got shot I got arrested she moved on and now I get molested

You gota ask your self whose the b*tch? Whose the b*tch? Whose the b*tch?
You better ask your self whose the b*tch? Whose the b*tch? Whose the b*tch?
Now ask ur self whose the b*tch? Whose the b*tch? Whose the b*tch?
You gota ask your self whose the b*tch? Whose the b*tch? You the b*tch!
Bia-bia-bia-biatch
You the b*tch!
Bia-bia-bia-biatch
You the b*tch!

What the f*ck is wrong with me?
Bia-bia-biatch

You the b*tch!
Bia-bia-bia-biatch

I killed some body
Wha the f*ck?!
Over a b*tch
wha wha wha what the f*ck?!
What the f*ck?!
And I can't believe I did that sh*t
O-over a b*tch
B*tch b*tch b*tch

Now I'm doin forty years over this hoe
F*ck this b*tch f*ck-f*ck-f*ck this b*tch
Over this sh*t head b*tch I don't even know
Any mooore

DAMN!