Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boing Boing, artist - Insane Clown Posse.
Date of issue: 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 |