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 fuck you yom
And threw the phone at her head
But I missed and hit her in the cunt
So I slamed the door in her face
And said 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 go snowboarding in vail
No one to post your bail
Cuz daddy loves me more
He says that your a
Your worthless your lazy your stupid
A little over wieght
Now give me 20 bucks
No make it 5o bucks
Now mom writes me letters
I write return to sender
Let her rot in her cell
I watch the dogs mate on her bed
S0 sorry mommy I had to pawn
The china silver and all your jewelry
I had to eat and rent a bunch of prostitutes
Like you
Writer(s): Mark Bright, Abbey Cone, Chris Stevens
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