Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high
It was his mom i made cry
No tats dey for my arm
My mom, it was the bomb,
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
Your mom jumped on this cock
Snapple fact: you rather wack
Her mom takin that crap
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom
Your mom walks in and says good morning
Straight g thing, double m g thing
So here i am at the store for some chips
My mom gave me two selections
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