I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"
So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit
You shouldn't even call yourselves a mom and dad
I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back
When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
You lit a fuse, you should've quit, but you spit on my mom, prepare for napalm when/
Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men
I will fuck your mom with strap on,
When you took my hand up so calm
Fuck that - and fuck you too!
I wanna get with you
Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut
Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom
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