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Momma`s Gotta Die Tonight

  crossover  rapcore  hardcore  metal  rap metal
948 3 часа назад

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No, no, no, Mommaaaaa...All my life I loved this girl so much,all my life I loved her simple touch.She cared for me and put me on this earth,oh the pain of just a simple birth.But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind,poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.She taught me things that simply were not trueshe taught me hate for racethat`s why I hate you!There`s only one way I can make it right,momma`s gotta die tonight.There`s only one way I can make it right,momma`s gotta die tonight.Momma, momma, I always loved my momma,I always loved my momma.I loved the say she hold me,I love the way she talked to me.She used to teach me a lot of things,she taught me good things, she taught me bad things."Don`t trust white people, don`t trust white people.Don`t trust white people, they`re no good, they`re no good,they`re no good, they`re no good.They`re just gonna rip you off, they`re just gonna rip you off.Don`t trust `em, don`t trust `em."I said, "Why momma?", she said, "I told you don`ttrust `em they`re no good."I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the same momma,why momma?" She said, "Don`t ask me any questions.Don`t you challenge your mutha." Momma.So one day I found I fell in loveand I brought my girlfriend homeand I introduced her to my mutha andshe smacked me, was a white girl andI said, "Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?"You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman.She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans,Indians, Orientals, momma was no good.I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha.So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid, from the corner storeand I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire!Ha, ha, ha.Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitchburn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch!Ha, ha, ha.But she wasn`t quite dead. She jumped up from the bedand I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had boughtme for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her andI hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha.Now she was out.I went into the kitchenand I got that handy carving knifethat we only use on special occasions likebullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol`fucked up corpse on the floor and I cut her inlittle bitty pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet,her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bagsand I put it into my car and I said, "Momma, we`re goin` ona vacation, a permanent vacation bitch."I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York,Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, youwanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.Whose laughin` now momma, whose laughin` now bitch,whose laughin` now.Ha, ha, ha, ha.So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a fatherwho wants to carry on the same racist bullshit that`sfucked this world up from day one,you can either look `em in the face and tell `em tosuck your dick or do like Body Count does.All my life I loved this girl so much,all my life I loved her simple touch.She cared for me and put me on this earthoh the pain of just a simple birth.Right now I find that she has left me dumb and blindpoisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.She taught me things that simply were not trueshe taught me hate for racethat`s why I hate you!There`s only one way I can make it right,momma`s gotta die tonight.There`s only one way I can make it right,momma`s gotta die tonight.

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