Sour Patch Bitches

[Intro: Jamie Madrox]
Hey yo Blaze! Hey, check this shit out man. Swivel gave me this beat, it's some old school shit, man! I'm thinkin...I'm thinkin we need to ride on them old...rat face, tack-head ass bitches. You...you know what I'm talkin 'bout, them old ran-through bitches. The kinda bitches when you see em, you be like, aw no, not this bitch, man!

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
We put the J in Juggalo, I put the F in fat kid
No, I'm not a pimp but I'll slap that bitch
I like the Juggalettes with the big asses
Grippin' to the show in their daddy's E-classes
Wearin' J-Lo rose-colored sun glasses
Suckin' truck drivers for some backstage passes
You know how they do it when they wanna get in
By any means necessary to impress their friends
Now you done sucked everyone up in my crew
And then spanned off suckin' dudes in other groups too
People everywhere callin you Dick Breath
Because you're over there lettin' any and every thug get their dick wet
Don't kiss that bitch because she's sour
Tell that ho to go and take a shower
I'm just saying they ain't all innocent
And some of them hoes will have your ass sittin' in the clinic

[Pre-Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
This means you bitch, this means you!
This means you bitch, this means you!
This means you bitch, this means you!
This means you bitch, this means you!

[Chorus: Jamie Madrox & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
And even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush (Now you give me half a chance, I probably coulda fucked you)
And even with the clap and some nuts on your back (We're really not sure, but I think that I can fuck you)
And even with Hep-C and a shaved bush (I don't remember baby girl, tell me, did I fuck you?)
And even with a gang of kids and a mustache (It's a motherfuckin' shame I can't remember if I fucked you)

[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
We put the F in fam, I put the C in click
And shoot hot wads on nice big tits
I like the Juggalettes with the big breastes
And no panties on under their sundresses
Crossin' their legs just to keep you guessin'
And got everybody in the house stressin'
You press up, you push in and you feel your peach
Cause you're dressed for action, but you're too good to speak
Type of bitch that likes to meet on the down low
Get a couple shots of Red Bull and watch her go
They're always callin' you a good time Sally
Cause you ate up on his asshole in the alley
Same bitch used to playing suckers for drinks
Dancin' half naked in the club 'till her pussy stinks
[?] dead and straight rotten
Cuz she swallowed more nut than a fiend poppin' oxycontin

[Chorus: Jamie Madrox & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
And even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush (Now you give me half a chance, I probably coulda fucked you)
And even with the clap and some nuts on your back (We're really not sure, but I think that I can fuck you)
And even with Hep-C and a shaved bush (I don't remember baby girl, tell me, did I fuck you?)
And even with a gang of kids and a mustache (It's a motherfuckin' shame I can't remember if I fucked you)

[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]
We put the F in fuck, I put the P in penis
And backhand hoes like i'm playin tennis
I like the Juggalettes with the pretty faces
Alternative broads with mix-matched shoe laces
Backpack covered in patches from Hot Topic
Little in the back, but she know how to drop it!
Everything pierced with studs and barbells
Fishnet pantyhose with black fingernails
Same bitch fucked everyone up in my crew
And has spanned off fuckin dudes in other bands too
She's got a nickname, it's called Gang-Bang
You get her drunk, and everybody will get laid
Strap your shit cause that bitch is sour
Tell that ho to go and take a shower
I'm just sayin they ain't all innocent
And some of them hoes will have you ass sittin' in the clinic

[Pre-Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
This means you bitch, this means you!
This means you bitch, this means you!
This means you bitch, this means you!
This means you bitch, this means you!

[Chorus: Jamie Madrox & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
And even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush (Now you give me half a chance, I probably coulda fucked you)
And even with the clap and some nuts on your back (We're really not sure, but I think that I can fuck you)
And even with Hep-C and a shaved bush (I don't remember baby girl, tell me, did I fuck you?)
And even with a gang of kids and a mustache (It's a motherfuckin' shame I can't remember if I fucked you)

[Interlude: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
You dirty, dirty, dirty ass bitch! You're rotten. Your rotten mouth, stinkin' like garlic butter and shit, all spreaded with some crabs, some salmon patties, straight up outta mother fuckin Long John Silver's. You stank. You stank you dirty bitch. You still nasty...Man
I thought they call me nasty, she's really nasty y'all! She's really fucked up, shovin' motherfuckin' 40 bottle up in her mother fuckin' cooch and shit. Man, you won't believe this shit...

[Outro: Jamie Madrox & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
And even with a rotten mouth and a dirty bush
I still got love for ya, go on, shake that puss
What's your motherfuckin' name?!