Damn b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Violent J]
It's Blaze with the Dayton Family!
Mike Clark on the drums, oh my god!

[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Damn b*tch!
Damn b*tch!

[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Damn, oh my god!
She bent over and I dropped my iPod
She likes dudes that be rockin' izod
I don't, but she likes my rod
'Sup Miss Thang, my sweet sugar cane
Ass so fat that it's swallowing your G-string
Go ahead, and work it like a Shake Weight
Take it all, head, shaft and base to the face

[Chorus]
Damn b*tch! (You look good!)
Tell me why you up in my hood! (You little heffer!)
Damn b*tch! (It's all good!)
I wanna take your ass home if I could! (And undress you!)
See you at the red light, turn my f*cking head like (Ooh, damn that's nice)
See your titties shake right, do a double take like (Ooh, damn that's right!)
[Verse 2: Bootleg]
I'm lookin' in your eyes and I can tell you wanna (f*ck)
On the first day and it wouldn't make you a (sl*t)
Life is what you make it, so let's make each other (Nut, nut)
Lay back in the cut, hit this weed and open up
Stop playin'! b*tches Backstabba off Dayton
Got a hotel room with 20 juggalettes waitin'

[Verse 3: Backstabba]
She got an ass like a beauty queen, face from a magazine
I wanna hit that pus*y from the back and smear Maybelline
Yo, what's up Cover Girl? You know my ninjas wanna play
Suck the clique to get an autograph from Violent J
Me and Blaze, it's so amazin' how you keep your balance
Bouncin' naked on trampolines, you so acrobatic
Shoe told me to f*ck her once and let my ninja have it
Juggalos already know to take one hit and pass it
Ask Twiztid and Boondox about the way we f*ck 'em
When you're raised in the Hatchet House, f*ckin' is nothin'!

[Chorus]
Damn b*tch! (You look good!)
Tell me why you up in my hood! (You little heffer!)
Damn b*tch! (It's all good!)
I wanna take your ass home if I could! (And undress you!)
See you at the red light, turn my f*cking head like (Ooh, damn that's nice)
See your titties shake right, do a double take like (Ooh, damn that's right!)
[Verse 4: Shoestring]
Damn, big-booty b*tch, that ass is so juicy
It got me lookin' thin, like I was Brucie
You walked by me, I was on you like Beyonce
You know I'm known for di*kin' b*tches like I'm Dr. Dre
So, when you shakin' what you got, b*tch [just squashed the peter?]
I'm chasin' b*tches through the woods like a f*ckin' cheetah
I want that pus*y, I can smell it like some f*ckin' ham
And what you showed me what you had, I was like "Damn!"

[Chorus]
Damn b*tch! (You look good!)
Tell me why you up in my hood! (You little heffer!)
Damn b*tch! (It's all good!)
I wanna take your ass home if I could! (And undress you!)
See you at the red light, turn my f*cking head like (Ooh, damn that's nice)
See your titties shake right, do a double take like (Ooh, damn that's right!)

[Bridge]
Ooh, damn that's nice!
Ooh, damn that's right!

[Chorus]
Damn b*tch! (You look good!)
Tell me why you up in my hood! (You little heffer!)
Damn b*tch! (It's all good!)
I wanna take your ass home if I could! (And undress you!)
See you at the red light, turn my f*cking head like (Ooh, damn that's nice)
See your titties shake right, do a double take like (Ooh, damn that's right!)