Guttermouth - 1, 2, 3...slam! Lyrics
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- 1, 2, 3...slam! Lyrics
Album: Full Length Okay here's a story about my mom and dad, one was white and one was black, and I bet you think you're glad I'm half breed just look at me, my skin is fair yet tan I don't know what the hell I'm on So 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 Slam! Kinky hair when I wake up, it's straight when I got to bed My dad just jive talked to me I don't know what he just said My mother's she's a honkey my dad's Kentucky fried I don't know what the hell I'm on so 1,2 1,2,3 Slam! Back at home it black-eyed peas with a pot roast on the side It's hot dogs on Friday night the chicken's country fried My dad says "yo boy pass the peas" My mom says "pass the squash" I need something to ease the pain So go downtown and get some downers Ya going down (down) Ya going down (down) Ya going down baby, down baby, take me down. Oh man I'm a little bit slow but I gotta get up somehow got no money just a good idea let me tell you how I'll steal my parents credit cards oh yes I'll rip them off I'll go down town to where my dad works and get myself some cocaine Now I'm high and I'm not shy I'll get it off my chest My mom is white she's always right she thinks that she's the best My daddy's just a negro he's not one to play golf I don't know what the hell I am so 1,2 1,2,3 Slam! Slam (x3) 1,2 1,2,3 slam Stop!
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