I'm That Type - Insane Clown Posse, Ouija Macc

Who, me?

I’m the type of scrub who gots mad hoes

Who hang out and trade tips and suggestions

You’re the type of scrub that only gots two, your hands

And both make you wear protection

I’m the type of scrub that has no boss

‘Cause I’m a self-made lord of the hustle

You’re the type of scrub who don’t work at all

You’re a sew-happy fraud;

no one trusts ya

I’m the type of scrub with big-shot friends

Crooked cops, politicians, and more

You’re the type of scrub, ditched by your friends

Couldn’t stop, but probably shit your drawers

I’m the type of scrub who won’t sell out

25 years of winnin' any way I wanna do shit

You’re the type of scrub who couldn’t sell out a free show

Of a capacity of two, you and who, bitch?

Haha!

(Scrub Life!) It is what it is

You a scrub, bitch!

(Shit, that’s you!)

That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love

(Scrub Life!) It is what it is

You a scrub, bitch!

(Shit, that’s you!)

That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love

I’m the type of scrub who don’t turn the other cheek

Unless I’m winding back to deck ya

You’re the type of scrub to lick my spit off the floor

And walk off, whispering, «I don’t respect ya»

I’m the type of scrub who don’t follow trends

I mow my own path, blazing through sheep

You’re the type of scrub, a scoop follower, a poop swallower

If it’s the flavor of the week

I’m the type of scrub with two or three warrants

If I don’t like a rule, I break it

You’re the type of scrub doing twenty-three years to life

A crazy old lady rapist

I’m the type of scrub who like to fight back

Pull my gun out, you meet my nine

You’re the type of scrub who refuse to fight back

You say, «Blow my butt out;

I’ll be fine.»

(Scrub Life!) It is what it is

You a scrub, bitch!

(Shit, that’s you!)

That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love

(Scrub Life!) It is what it is

You a scrub, bitch!

(Shit, that’s you!)

That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love

Gangsta boogie!

gangsta boogie!

Bitch, I’m a scrub.

Piss in the tub

Shorty, want bubbly?

Let it rip in the tub (ew)

You the type of motherfucker get a bitch nails done for a dub

Take the bitch out to eat and then when the check come, you’re like, «What?»

I’m the scrub with a blunt lip on the couch scratching my nuts

Parking lot, I got two whips, but your bitch pickin' me up

Won’t quit hitting me up, I rang twice, then I said «what?»

You tell the bitch «hi.»

I be like dick hicking me up (girl)

You shape-shifty as fuck, type of scrub nobody gon' trust

I’m the type that might panhandle, but I got five on that blunt (yup)

Got two grand in my sock, homie, but that’s for the reup

All you got is your handout, and that face ‘bout to get punched

Say one word, and you’re lunch (bitch).

It’s scrub gang on you punks

You step up to these dirty hands, and your punk ass get touched

Shot mud out of you duffs (bitch).

Be crushed out of you punks

Ouija’s the scrub of the century know because he never be giving no fucks

(Scrub Life!) It is what it is

You a scrub, bitch!

(Shit, that’s you!)

That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love

(Scrub Life!) It is what it is

You a scrub, bitch!

(Shit, that’s you!)

That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love

(Scrub Life!) It is what it is

You a scrub, bitch!

(Shit, that’s you!)

That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love

(Scrub Life!) It is what it is

You a scrub, bitch!

(Shit, that’s you!)

That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love