Go home to your mother
We fuckin' it up this summer
That they make me fucking sick
Got a sign on my dick
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Figurely argue with my mother,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Ya mother musta done some sick things to ya as a baby,
Mother, o my mother
Just so happens mine they prefer
That'll do anything that i please
Sick twisted fantasies
I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her
The replacement of the word "mother"
Screamed my brains out at my mother
I think it excited her
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