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GUTTERMOUTH - 1, 2, 3... Slam! Added by Site Admin on 2004-02-09 16:09:46
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Okay, here's the story about my mom and dadOne was whiteOne was blackI bet you think you're gladI'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tanI don't know what the hell I'm onSo 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!Kinky hair when I wake upStraight when I go to bedMy dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just saidMy mother she's a honkeyMy dad's kentucky friedI don't know what the hell I'm onSo 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!Back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the sideIt's hot dogs on friday nightsThe chicken's country friedMy dad says yo boy pass the peas!My mom says pass the squashI need something to ease the painSo I'll go downtown and get some downersWhoa, man, I'm a little bit slowBut I've got to get up somehowGot no moneyJust a good ideaLet me tell you howI'll steal my parents credit cardsOh yes I'll rip them offI'll go downtown to where dad worksAnd get myself some cocaineNow I'm high, and I'm not shyI'll get it off my chestMy mom is white, she thinks she's rightShe thinks that she's the bestMy dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golfI don't know what the hell I amSo 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!
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