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Mommas Gotta Die Tonight

  crossover  rapcore  hardcore  metal  rap metal
901 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 raceThats why I hate you!Theres only one way I can make it right,Mommas gotta die tonight.Theres only one way I can make it right,Mommas 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.dont trust white people, dont trust white people.Dont trust white people, theyre no good, theyre no good,Theyre no good, theyre no good.Theyre just gonna rip you off, theyre just gonna rip you off.Dont trust em, dont trust em.I said, why momma? , she said, i told you dontTrust em theyre no good.I said, momma, I thought we were all the same momma,Why momma? she said, dont ask me any questions.Dont 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 wasnt 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 olFucked 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, were 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 thatsFucked 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 raceThats why I hate you!Theres only one way I can make it right,Mommas gotta die tonight.Theres only one way I can make it right,Mommas gotta die tonight.

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