Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boing Boing , by - Insane Clown Posse. Release date: 31.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boing Boing |
| Bitches get sprung when I walk by |
| I dunno if its my ass, or maybe cuz I talk fly |
| But no lie, as soon as I speak to em |
| They all want me to screw em |
| I introduce myself, and panties start falling |
| No dinner-dates, fuck stalling |
| Your girl, his wife, it don’t matter |
| They all want this dick-hole platter |
| It’s dangerous for any chick on my arm |
| Other hoes wanna cause em bodily harm |
| Maybe cuz I wear my jeans so tight |
| But they all fight for the right to fuck me all night |
| These hoes wanna kiss any time any place |
| And have clown paint smudged all over their face |
| They steal my number, catch me on the internet |
| And tell me all how they nedens are dripping wet |
| Bitches hang around my home like stray cats |
| Trying to catch a motherfucker shirtless |
| Could be my profile, or my haircut (whut) |
| But I turn sweetie boos into sluts |
| (I take it in in the butt, that’s what the lady at the store said |
| Chick up at Walgreen’s offering head |
| I’m like «Whoa», and I’m getting free food up at Subway |
| Every bitch and her mama love J |
| I can’t help but spring these hoes |
| And they all wanna fuck me |
| They come to me |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| I can’t help but spring these hoes |
| And they all wanna fuck me |
| They come to me |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| Your old lady’s got eyes for me |
| And I know when you’re fucking her, she cries for me |
| Female judges sentence me to do time |
| I tell them all, make a singe-file (tit? dick?)-line |
| Ugly ducklings, and beautiful angels |
| They all dropping their thongs to they ankles |
| Maybe it’s my cologne, RightGuard |
| I dunno, but for this dick, yo, they fighting hard |
| Hoes love throwing they panties at me |
| Poop-stains and all, my brain’s in awe |
| Is it my swagger? |
| Or is it my juice? |
| Why? |
| They want a piece of this wang-nut pie |
| I could be itching my athlete’s feet |
| And hoes be like «Awww, that’s so sweet!» |
| And everything translates to sex |
| Bitches begging me to flex my pecks |
| Slipping me their digits, turn around and goose me |
| Fighting off ten at a time, like fucking Jet Li |
| Shit’s ridiculous, I’m like «Slow down» |
| I got plenty of pipe to go around |
| Two are in the kitchen, three in the bathtub |
| I’m with somebody fat wife making mad love |
| Real women of the worldwide Juggalos |
| You can ask my bitch, yo mama knows! |
| I can’t help but spring these hoes |
| And they all wanna fuck me |
| They come to me |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| I can’t help but spring these hoes |
| And they all wanna fuck me |
| They come to me |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| I can’t help but spring these hoes |
| And they all wanna fuck me |
| They come to me |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| I can’t help but spring these hoes |
| And they all wanna fuck me |
| They come to me |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |
| And I’m quick to leave a bitch sprung |
| Boing, boing |