Insane Clown Posse (ICP)



My Kind Of Bitch

My bitch don't blink, she don't even think

About money or fuckin mall

My kind of bitch don't fix her hair

She don't care about what she wears

Cuz she's much too busy pulling the worms

Out her butt, she ain't bathed in years

My kind of bitch, I'll never forget

We forced met on a Oujia board

Miss Crabber Damned, she would chew on snakes

And swallow a ninja sword

I said, "hey bitch, how do you do?

Some fucks call me Violent J"

She picked her nose and flicked it at me

Smiled and was on her way, my kind of bitch

My kind of bitch

My kind of bitch don't fix her hair

She don't care about what she wears

My kind of bitch don't fix her hair

She don't care about what she wears <br />
Fuck that!

My kind of bitch 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 bitch gots one good tittie

The other one's skinny and red

She can make the one jiggle

The other one don't do shit but just sit their dead

My kind of bitch 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 bitch is a little loopy

And her ass might droop a bit

But I scoop that loop and fold the flop

And I fuck that pile of shit, my kind of bitch

My kind of bitch

My kind of bitch gots one good tittie

The other one's skinny and red

My kind of bitch gots one good tittie

"Hello? 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 titties in Faygo and

slapping my face with them. Um, jumping from the dresser and landing

on my balls. Uh..."

My kind of bitch waits till I sleep

Then run and fuck 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 bitch

My kind of bitch

My kind of bitch waits till I sleep

Then run and fuck my friend

My kind of bitch waits till I sleep then...

"Hello? Uh, my name is Shaggs, and I'm lookin for a girl with a
What Becomes Of The Clock Lyrics
Circling, to a room I am drawn to you It's what we have Walking, taking time The clock has stopped Eyes that look to offer Change from fall to autumn It's here, it's what you do Here You've been, here before We are, here again All the saints in heaven What becomes of the clock Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock Eyes that look to offer Change from fall to autumn It's here, it's what you do
/> big big fat fuckin ass. And titties. And a big fat fuckin ass.

And, uh, I want my dick sucked, and I want my balls scratched.

And I want her to scratch my ass and twist my balls at the same

time, that's a must. And I'm looking for a girl who can stretch

titties and stuff em in her ass."

Fuck yeah, motherfucker

I'm looking for a bitch

I'm looking for a girl to fit my needs (my kind of bitch)

We can have picnics under the moon

In the graveyard

We can have picnics under my house (my kind of bitch)

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 bitch)

I'm looking for a girl to squeeze me

I'm looking for a girl to squeeze my balls

Let me squeeze your neck

"This is Lisa. I've been a bad, bad girl."