Tekster:
Mother Mother Born In A Flash

a mad man, this is a real life movie, mad max S.K.'s, A.K's max,,A.B.R's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back

, sweet with a touch of class No head, no backstage Pass Funk used to be a bad word to you I couldn't stop myself writing a funky rap or two So free

source is alive You forgot the words of your creator And now he's made you a perpertrator Forever in a world of you and a girl A few grams in a pipe

kid you wasn't born right Playin center I block your wack raps like bill cartwright Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds All mc groups will be cartoons like mother

meat that drives Born by man captive and Damned to shed this skin and Enter you in the bliss of death A soul bathed in fur A heart robed in flesh Whichever

the company they'd keep One day it was three in the morning The door bell rang, she got up in a sweat Blue lights flashing everywhere The boys in blue

Without a Christmas tree Here's a new list of people who are Jewish Just like you and me Winona Ryder, Drinks Manischewitz wine Then spins a Dreidle

a John Reuben from the land or corn Columbus, Ohio that's where I was born in By mom Kathleen on January 14 1979 I entered the scene lookin' like Hello mother

' right; in the year of the Troglodyte Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm And I know you was hopin