Mom is headed your way, i pled it today, no sweets to milk, dear God, no water
She must sleep on the floor & bring her altar
She must buy you gas, wear a mask
Nothing but country music nothing fast
Only wear red high heels, drink buttermilk
Armor all her wheels, send me dope still
Charge her cell keep it charged
Urge the feline then rebarge
Take her to the bank for a 90 day note
Do what you think, buy me a boat
Put out the fires that you kimp
Order me chicken & a pimp
Fish is nice freshly caught
I like it on rice some times bought
Make Mom eat at a table alone
Only give her water when she's dry as a bone
Go through her purse everyday
The only reason i said that; i am gay
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