This is straight-up tha funniest lyrics set ever, up in mah opinion! Big-Ass props ta @ZombieGhostFreak fo' suggestin it c: READ AWAY, ENJOY AND LAUGH YOUR HEAD OFF!
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Mama, we all git all up in hell.
Mama, we all git all up in hell.
I be freestylin dis letter n' wishin you well,
Mama, we all git all up in hell.
Oh, well, now,
Mama, we all gonna take a thugged-out dirt nap.
Mama, we all gonna take a thugged-out dirt nap.
Quit askin me thangs, I'd don't give a gangbangin' fuck bout ta peep you cry,
Mama, we all gonna take a thugged-out dirt nap.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We bout ta let tha fires just bathe us, yeah.
Yo ass made us, oh, so famous.
We bout ta never let you go.
And when you go don't return ta me mah love.
Mama, we all full of lies.
Mama, we meant fo' tha flies.
And right now they buildin a cold-ass lil coffin yo' size,
Mama, we all full of lies.
Well Mother, what tha fuck tha war did ta mah hairy-ass legs n' ta mah tongue,
Yo ass should've raised a gangbangin' funky-ass baby girl,
I should've been a gangbangin' funky-ass mo' betta son.
If you could coddle tha infection
They can amputate at once.
Yo ass should've been,
I could done been a gangbangin' funky-ass mo' betta son.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We bout ta let tha fires just bathe us, yeah.
Yo ass made us, oh, so famous.
We bout ta never let you go.
Bitch holla'd: "Yo ass ain't no lil hustla of mine
For what tha fuck you've done they gonna find
A place fo' you
And just you mind yo' manners when you go.
And when you go, don't return ta me, mah love."
Thatz right.
Mama, we all git all up in hell.
Mama, we all git all up in hell.
It aint nuthin but straight-up like pleasant
Except fo' tha smell,
Mama, we all git all up in hell.
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Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!
Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
[Liza Minelli:] And if you would call me yo' dopeheart,
I'd maybe then rap you a song
[Gerard Way:] But there be a shiznit dat I've done wit dis fuck of a gun,
Yo ass would cry up yo' eyes all along.
All our asses dudes amned afta all.
Through fortune n' flame we fall.
And if you can stay then I be bout ta show you tha way,
To return from tha ashes you call.
We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers up in arms is gone (When our brothers up in arms is gone)
So raise yo' glass high
For tomorrow our phat asses die,
And return from tha ashes you call.
YOU ARE READING
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