Super Balls Chords by Insane Clown Posse

_ _ _ _ _ _ Yeah, you [Db] give sex lessons.
_ _ [C] _ This time of the night.
I only have this time of the night.
[B] I play music for the night.
[Bb] _ _ _ _
[B] _ No, [Db] it's no, I work [C] in the day.
Read my maps. _
Scary, scary, scary.
_ _ Oh man, why you guys are looking at the goddamn bullet pages then?
Fucking, god damn.
Why?
What is it?
Oh, [Am] no, it's the people here.
_ _ [C] _ Disease, no gig.
[Am] Scary, scary.
And that's just what I [C] am.
Scary.
Look up [E] in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane.
Now, bitch, Super Bowls is the name.
And I come from a far away planet.
[Gb] Southwest, Delray, god damn it.
[E] And it's the name that a smog filled maniac.
Super Bowls and concrete nuts.
You know the bag lady skank that always follows you.
I'm here to fuck you, yo.
That's what I do.
So tell me where the hoes is at.
Fat, loopy bitches with the lumpy belt.
Super Bowls ain't scared of a fucking thing.
I hold your [Eb] belly up and I stick it with [E] my super brain.
So who's next?
The bitch with the rubber eye.
It won't shut, and now she can't find a guy.
It scared everybody else, so I get my duty calls.
[Eb] [A] Bitch, come to Super [Em] Bowls.
Ain't no bitch too fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super Bowls.
Ain't no bitch too [E] fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super Bowls.
I met a girl who looked a lot like a turkey.
So I fucked her ass dead and went.
Cause I could give a motherfucker by look.
I guess [Ebm] I got [E] another one for the books.
I know this bitch fat round like a beach ball.
You can pull her up and bounce her off the wall.
We play ball, shoot hoops, she can hold steady.
Then I stick my [Db] dick down in the fat body.
That's kinda [E] what calls you home.
Don't mean that you're all alone.
Just call Super Bowls to [Eb] the rescue.
[Ab] Now here's what I'mma do.
[E] I might stick my big toe in your [Dbm] butthole.
And then [D] jingle your neck with my other [E] toes.
Ugly bitches in need, I crash through the walls.
Big daddy [Ab] tights, I'll hit [Em] you with my balls.
Ain't no bitch too fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super Bowls.
Ain't no bitch too fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super Bowls.
[B] It's a bright midsummer day in Metropolis,
and there's not much news to televise at [Ab] Galaxy Communications,
where in his office Clark Kent is monitoring [B] the 12 o'clock news.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
Lois Lane, Ace Reporter for Galaxy Communications,
opens Clark's door and looks in.
[B] When the hell do I get something [Eb] out of this?
Next time, down with the wild.
Fuck bitches, charge you out of town.
Gets paid and bought a new Alexa.
Because a bitch picket that tip.
Super Bowls don't care where the nuts at.
One nut finally made your mom's butt crack.
You was playing Nintendo upstairs.
I had my dick sticking in your mom's butt hairs.
Granny walks in puffing on her jade.
_ [D] _ [F] She asked if I would [Eb] mind dipping in the sugar walls.
I said it ain't no thank [B] for Super Bowls. _ _ _
Bowls is in the mud.
Ain't no bitch too [E] fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly [Em] for Super Bowls.
Ain't no bitch too fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super Bowls.
Ain't no bitch too fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super Bowls.
Ain't no bitch too fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super Bowls.
Ain't no bitch too fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super Bowls.
[E] Ain't no bitch too fat.
Ain't no bitch too wet.
Ain't no bitch too ugly for Super [G] Bowls.
[B] Ain't no bitch_ _ _ _ _ _