Lyrics to My Kind Of Bitch
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My kind of bitch ain't like your bitch
Cause my bitch don't bitch at all
My bitch don't blink, she don't even think
About money or a fuckin mall
My kind of bitch don't fix her hair
She don't care about what she wears
Cause 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 first met on a Oujia board
Miss Crabber damn, she would chew on snakes
And swallow a ninja sword
I said hey bitch, how do you do?
Some folks 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
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 there dead
My kind of bitch has a wooden eye
With a nail sticking half way out
It once caught a fire
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? Uh, my name is J
I'm from Detroit
I'm looking for a girl
Who's umm.. dead
Uh, a girl who can possibly fulfill
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
And give my homie's ends (Haha what 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 friends
My kind of bitch waits till I sleep then...

Hello? Uh, my name is Shaggs,
And I'm lookin for a girl
With a big big fat fuckin ass, and titties
Just 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 her titties and stuff 'em in her ass

Fuck yeah, muddafucka
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 her neck
This is Lisa. I've been a bad, bad girl
Songwriters: BRUCE, JOSEPH / CLARK, MIKE E.
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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