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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

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Insane Clown Posse

Birthday Bitches

 

Birthday Bitches

(album: The Wraith: Shangri-La - 2002)


[Lady:]
Okay everybody, it's clown time, a clown is here.
Everybody sit around right here.
Because Shaggy the clown has a present for everybody.

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
I got your fucking present hanging next to my nuts, now when i'm swinging on my hatchet, if it hits you it cuts.Don't make me chop your head in half, and smack the side with your cheeks.Because i haven't had my mineral in almost a week, your fucking momma brought me here to entertain your ass.So no matter what i'm doing i expect you to laugh.Now when you see me do a trick, and if it isn't even funny, give me props, unless you want your little necks bloody.I could probably do a cartwheel or something if you move the couch, but that ain't what i'm fucking about.I could sew your motuh shut, and pump air in through your nose.And fucking pop your head but we'd get blood on our chlothes.Look, i'm a wicked clown, i ain't no fucking superhero. Ain't a big and scary, though I fly like little Ray Mysterio.I'm quick to beat down all you little bitches right in front of your mom and if the bitch get's heated, tell her, bring it on!

[Chorus:]
Oh shit it's your birthday, oh no it isn't.
It's somebody's birthday, oh no it isn't.
Oh shit it's your birthday, oh no it isn't.
It's your birthday.[x1]

[Violent J:]
It ain't mine motha facko.

done

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