So no matter what I'm doin' I expect you to laugh
Now, when you see me do a trick and if it isn't even funny
Give me props, unless you want your little necks bloody

I could probably do a cartwheel or somethin' 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 your nose
And fuckin' pop your head but we'd get blood on our clothes

Look, I'm a wicked clown I ain't no fuckin' superhero
I ain't a big and scary dude, more like that little Rey Misterio
I'm quick to beat down all you little bitches right in front of your mom
And if the bitch get's heated tell her, bring it on

Oh, shit it's your birthday? Oh, no it isn't
It's somebody's birthday? Oh, no it isn't
Oh, shit it's your birthday? Oh, no it isn't
It's your birthday?

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

Oh, shit it's your birthday? oh, no it isn't
It's somebody's birthday? oh, no it isn't
Oh, shit it's your birthday? oh, no it isn't
It's your birthday? It ain't mine mothafacko