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On a Tuesday afternoon My mom came into my room And said get the fuck up outta bed And get a god damned job So I told her hey, hey, fuck ya mom And I threw the phone at her head But I missed and hit her in the snatch So I slammed the door in her face Don't ever barge in my room Or i'll kick your ass and call the cops And tell them i'm abused And you'll wind up in jail While I snowboard in Vail No one to post your bail 'Cause daddy loves me more He says that your a... WHORE You're worthless you're lazy you're stupid A little over weight Now give me 20 bucks Mommy you're so worthless you're lazy you're stupid A little overweight Now give me 20 bucks No make it 50 Bucks Now mom writes me letters I write return to sender Let her rot there in her cell I watch the dogs mate on her bed Sorry mom I had to pawn The china, silver and all your jewelry I had to eat and rent a bunch of prostitutes like you You're lazy you're stupid A little overweight Now give me 20 bucks Mommy you're so worthless you're lazy you're stupid A little overweight Now give me 20 bucks No make it 50 bucks No make it 60 bucks Make it 75 Why don't you just give me your whole god damn purse I hope your having fun rotting in jail Maybe i'll come visit you Nah! Enjoy your stretch in jail
Writer(s): Mark Bright, Abbey Cone, Chris Stevens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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