Six in the morning police at my door

Already gotta slap some more

Stuck my hand out through the mail shoot

Bitch Slap Sarge and his first recruit

I came out the ass, Bitch Slapped some

Grade School High School bitch slap went nuts

I rememeber gettin' baptized by the Reverend

Bitch Slapped the bible out of his hand

The Bitch Slap Master up in the place

I'll bitch slap your train-wrecked face

Don't assume friendliness with fame

I'll bitch slap the sound out your name

They'll call ya, ...... 'cause you're not here

Bitch slapped out the Stratosphere

Mike P did the track, he bitch slapped

Pow for Max straight to the back

Don't lemme show up on TRL

I'm bitch slappin' everybody to hell

I'm Down with the Clown Eastside 'till I'm gone

Yet everybody singin' that Southwest Song

I bitch slap wigs off everyday

I bitch slap old ladies out of my way

Southwest side, Bitch Slap Capital

Every bitch make mothafuckas smackable

For my bitch smack victims, I don't care

I'll bitch slap cowlicks into your hair

Faygo in a Pillowcase, don't manage

I'll bitch slap your head, brain damage

I bitch slap cheeks red, hangs off

I've been known to slap a mothafuckas pants off

I bitch slap planes out of the sky

I bitch slap truth out of a life

Call me Shaggy Spy McSlapmore

I bitch slap muthafuckas galore

Say we fake and wanna test the rap

Step yo ass on up and get bitch slapped

What do you call a Crew that be smackin' like that? Wicked

Insane Clowns smack your ass to the back

Speakin' of smackin' it's makin' me sick

Everybody's talkin' that smackin' shit

Sayin' they smackin' with the I.C.P.

Just cause I am they wanna be like me

Talkin' that shit you need to leave the place

Knowin' you ain't ever even smacked a face

Claimin' our shit, that's our shit you trashed

Mothafucka we about to smack your ass