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No, no, no,

All my life I loved this girl so
All my I loved her simple touch
She cared for me and put me on earth
Oh, the of just a simple birth
But now I find that she has me dumb and blind
Poisoned, twisted, and my mind

She me things that simply were not true
She me hate for race, that's why I hate you
There's one way I can make it right
Momma's die tonight
only one way I can make it right
Momma's gotta die

Momma, momma, I always my momma
I always my momma
I loved the way she me
I love the way she to me
She used to teach me a lot of
She taught me good things, she me bad things

"Don't trust white people, don't white people
Don't trust white people, no good, they're no good
no good, they're no good
They're just gonna rip you off, they're just rip you off
Don't trust 'em, don't 'em"

I said, "Why momma?"
She said, "I told you don't trust 'em no good"
I said, "Momma, I thought we all the same momma
Why momma?" She said, "Don't ask me any
Don't you challenge your mutha",

So one day I found I in love and I brought my girlfriend home
And I introduced her to my and she smacked me
She was a white girl and I
"Why momma? Why momma? did I do wrong?"
You know, I found out my mutha was a woman

She Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans
Indians, Orientals, was no good
I learned to hate my mutha, my mutha
So I got some, some lighter fluid from the corner
And I put it around her bed, and I set her on

Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn you bitch

But she wasn't quite dead, she jumped up the bed
And I my Louisville Slugger
That she had me for my twelfth birthday
And I came up her and I hit her, I hit her
I hit her twice, now she was out, I into the kitchen
And I got that handy carving

That we only use on special occasions
Bullshit Thanksgiving and I her
And I laid her ol' fucked up corpse on the
And I cut her in little bitty pieces, cut off her arms, her
Her neck, and I put her into little hefty bags
And I put it into my car and I

"Momma, we're goin' on a vacation, a vacation bitch"
I took some of her around the
To Arizona, New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami,
Yo, you go to Connecticut, bitch, Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.
laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch
Whose now

So if you got a or a grandmutha or a father
Who wants to carry on the same bullshit
That's fucked this up from day one
You can either look 'em in the face and 'em
To suck your or do like Body Count does

All my life I loved this so much
All my life I loved her simple
She for me and put me on this earth
Oh, the pain of a simple birth
But now I find that she has left me dumb and
Poisoned, twisted, and my mind

She taught me things that simply were not
She taught me hate for race, why I hate you
only one way I can make it right
Momma's gotta die
There's only one way I can it right
Momma's gotta die