I got your fuckin present hangin next to my nuts

Now when I'm swingin 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 haven't had my melorol in almost a week

Your fuckin mama brought me here to entertain ya ass

So no matter what I do I expect you to laugh

Now when I 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 cartwheel or something if you move the couch

But that ain't what I'm fuckin about

I could sew your mouth shut and pump air in through ya nose

And fuckin pop ya head but we'd get blood on our clothes

Look I'm a wicked clown I ain't no fuckin superhero

Ain't that big and scary though I fly like little Rey Mysterio

I'm quick to beat down all you little bitches right in front of you mom

And if the bitch gets heated tell her bring it on

(Chorus)

Sit the fuck down or it's everybody's birthday

It ain't mine mutha facko!