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My Mom lyrics
Songwriters: Mathers, Marshall; Young, Andre Romell;
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, alright, yo, yo
Yo, yo, alright, I m gonna lay the chorus first
Here we go now
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That s why I am like I am cause I m like her
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That s why I m on what I m on cause I m my mom
My mom, my mom
I know you re probably tired of hearin bout my mom
Oh ho, whoa, ho, but this is just a story of when I was just a shorty
And how I became hooked on Valium
Valium was in everythin , food that I ate
The water that I drank, fuckin peas in my plate
She sprinkled just enough of it to season my steak
So everyday I have at least three stomach aches
Now tell me what kind of mother would want to see her
Son grow up to be an under-a-fuckin -chiever?
My teacher didn t think I was gonna be nothin either
"What the fuck you stickin gum up under the fuckin seat for?"
"Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffin ether
Either that or the motherfucker s been puffin reefer"
But all this huffin and puffin wasn t what it was either
It was neither, I was buzzin but it wasn t what she thought
Pee in a tea cup? Bitch, you ain t my keeper, I m sleepin
What the fuck you keep on fuckin with me for?
Slut, you need to leave me the fuck alone, I ain t playin
Go find you a white crayon and color a fuckin zebra
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That s why I am like I am cause I m like her
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That s why I m on what I m on cause I m my mom
"Wait a minute, this ain t dinner, this is paint thinner"
"You ate it yesterday, I ain t hear no complaints did I?
Now here s a plate full of pain killers
Now just wait till I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes"
"You little motherfucker, I ll make you sit there
And make that retarded fuckin face without even tastin it
You better lick the fuckin plate, you ain t wastin it
Put your face in it before I throw you in the basement again"
"And I ain t givin in, you re gonna just sit there in one fuckin place
Spinnin again till next Thanksgivin
And if you still ain t finished it, I use the same shit again
Then when I make spinach dip, it will be placed in the shit"
"You little shit, wanna sit there and play innocent
A rack fell and hit me at K-Mart and they witnessed it
Child support, your father, he ain t slipped us shit
And so what if he did that, it s none of your dang business, kid"
My mom, there s no one else quite like my mom
I know that I should let bygones be bygones
But she s the reason why I am high what I m high on
Cause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That s why I am like I am cause I m like her
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That s why I m on what I m on cause I m my mom
My mom loved Valium
Now all I am is a party animal
I am what I am but I m strong to the finish
Wit me Valium spinach
But my buzz only last about two minutes
But I don t wanna swallow it without chewin it
I can t even write a rhyme without you in it
My Valium, my Valium
Man, I never thought that I could ever be a drug addict
Nah, fuck that, I can t have it happen to me
But that s actually what has ended up happenin , a tragedy
Fuckin passin it up, catchin me
And it s probably where I got acquainted with the taste, ain t it?
Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, mom. Beautiful!
She killed the fuckin dog with the medicine she done fed it
Feed it a fuckin aspirin and say that it has a headache
"Here, want a snack, you hungry, you fuckin brat?
Look at that, it s a Xanax, take it and take a nap
Eat it," "But I don t need it," "Well, fuck it then break it up
Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up"
"All right, Ma, you win, I don t feel like arguin
I ll do it, pop and gobble it and start wobblin "
Stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, drip then I fall in bed
With a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobblehead
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That s why I am like I am cause I m like her
Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs
That s why I m on what I m on cause I m my mom
My mom, I m just like her
My mom, my mom, my mom
My mom, my mom, my mom
My mom, my mom, my mom
My mom, my momma
Sorry Mom, I still love you though
Dr. Dre, 2010, hey, this shit is hella hard, homie
Yo, take us on outta here
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