Guttermouth - 1, 2, 3... Slam! Lyrics
Okay, heres the story about my mom and dadOne was whiteOne was blackI bet you think youre gladIm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tanI dont know what the hell Im onSo 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!Kinky hair when I wake upStraight when I go to bedMy dad speaks jive talk to me, dont know what he just saidMy mother shes a honkeyMy dads kentucky friedI dont know what the hell Im onSo 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!Back at home its black eyed peas with a pot roast on the sideIts hot dogs on friday nightsThe chickens country friedMy dad says yo boy pass the peas!My mom says pass the squashI need something to ease the painSo Ill go downtown and get some downersWhoa, man, Im a little bit slowBut Ive got to get up somehowGot no moneyJust a good ideaLet me tell you howIll steal my parents credit cardsOh yes Ill rip them offIll go downtown to where dad worksAnd get myself some cocaineNow Im high, and Im not shyIll get it off my chestMy mom is white, she thinks shes rightShe thinks that shes the bestMy dad is just a negro, hes not one to play golfI dont know what the hell I amSo 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!
