Insane Clown Posse. Bitch Slappaz. Zeneszám

Take it back now
Old school, bitch slappin' till the break of dawn
ICP, Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Bitch slappin' to the early morn'

Six in the morning, police at my door
Already gotta slap some more
Stuck my hand out through the mail shoot
Bitch slap Sarge and his first recruit

I came out the ass, bitch slapped some
Grade School High School bitch slap went nuts
I remember gettin' baptized by the Reverend
Bitch slapped the Bible out of his hand

The bitch slap master up in the place
I'll bitch slap your train wrecked face
Don't assume friendliness with fame
I'll bitch slap the sound out your name

They'll call ya 'cause you're not here
Bitch slapped out the stratosphere
Mike P did the track, he bitch slapped
Pow for Max straight to the back

Don't lemme show up on TRL
I'm bitch slappin' everybody to hell
I'm down with the clown eastside 'till I'm gone
Yet everybody singin' that southwest song

I bitch slap wigs off everyday
I bitch slap old ladies out of my way
Southwest side, bitch slap capital
Every bitch make mothafuckas smackable

For my bitch smack victims I don't care
I'll bitch slap cowlicks into your hair
Faygo in a Pillowcase, don't manage
I'll bitch slap your head, brain damage

I bitch slap cheeks red, hangs off
I've been known to slap a mothafuckas pants off
I bitch slap planes out of the sky
I bitch slap truth out of a life

Call me Shaggy Spy McSlapmore
I bitch slap muthafuckas galore
Say we fake and wanna test the rap
Step yo ass on up and get bitch slapped

What do you call a Crew that be smackin' like that?
Wicked, Insane Clowns smack your ass to the back

Speakin' of smackin' it's makin' me sick
Everybody's talkin' that smackin' shit
Sayin' they smackin' with the I.C.P.
Just 'cause I am they wanna be like me

Talkin' that shit you need to leave the place
Knowin' you ain't ever even smacked a face
Claimin' our shit, that's our shit you trashed
Mothafucka we about to smack your ass