My Mom
Yeah!
\r\nYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
\r\nOkay! Alright!
\r\nYo, Yo.
\r\nYo! Yo!
\r\nAlright, money comes first.
\r\nHere we go now!
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\r\nMy mom loved Valium and lots of drugs.
\r\nThat's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm like her.
\r\nBecause my mom loved Valium and lots a' drugs.
\r\nThat's why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom.
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\r\n\"My mom, my mom\" --I know you're probably
\r\ntired of hearing the \"my mom\" oh-oh whoa-oh,
\r\nbut this is just a story of when I was just a shorty
\r\nand how I became hooked on Va-al-iu-um.
\r\nValium was in everything: food that I ate,
\r\nthe water that I drank, fucking peas in my plate.
\r\nShe sprinkled just enough of it just to season my steak
\r\nso everyday I had at least three stomach aches.
\r\nNow tell me what kind of mother would want to see her
\r\nson be grow up to be an under-a-fuckin'-chiever?
\r\nMy teacher didn't think I was gonna' be nothing, either:
\r\n\"What the fuck you stickin' gum up under the fuckin' seat for?\"
\r\n\"Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffing ether.
\r\nEither that or the motherfucker's been puffin reefer.\"
\r\nBut all of this huffin' and puffin' wasn't what it was, either.
\r\nIt was neither. I was buzzin', but it wasn't what she thought.
\r\nPee in a tea cup? Bitch, you ain't my keeper. I'm sleepin';
\r\nWhat the fuck you keep on fuckin' with me for?
\r\nSlut, you need to leave me the fuck alone; I ain't playin'.
\r\nGo find you a white crayon and color a fuckin' zebra.
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\r\nMy mom loved Valium and lots of drugs.
\r\nThat's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm like her.
\r\nBecause my mom loved Valium and lots a' drugs.
\r\nThat's why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom.
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\r\nWait a minute! This ain't dinner, this is paint thinner!
\r\n\"You ate it yesterday; I ain't hear no complaints, did I?\"
\r\n\"Now here's a plate full of pain killers.
\r\nNow just wait 'til I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes.
\r\nYou little motherfucker, don't you sit there and make
\r\nthat retarded fuckin' face without even tastin' it!\"
\r\n\"You'd better lick the fuckin', plate; you ain't wastin' it.
\r\nPut your face in it before I throw you in the basement again!
\r\nAnd I ain't givin' in. You're gonna' just sit there and want to fuckin' play spin again
\r\nuntil next Thanksgiving, and if you still ain't finished it,
\r\nI'll use the same shit again, and when I make spinach dip, it'll be placed in the shit!
\r\nYou little shit, wanna' sit there and play innocent?
\r\nA rat fell and hit me in K-Mart, and they witnessed it!
\r\nChild support? Your father, he ain't sent the shit!
\r\nSo what if he did? It's none of your dang business, kid!\"
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\r\nMy mom, there's no one else quite like my mom.
\r\nI know I should let bygones be bygones,
\r\nbut she's the reason why I am high on what I'm high on.
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\r\n'Cuz my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs.
\r\nThat's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm like her.
\r\nBecause my mom loved Valium and lots a' drugs.
\r\nThat's why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom.
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\r\nMy mom loved Valium. Now, what I am is a party animal.
\r\nI am what I am, but I'm strong to the finish wit' me Valium spinach.
\r\nBut my bars only last about two minutes!
\r\nBut I don't want to swallow it without chewin' it.
\r\nI can't even write a rhyme without you in it, my Valium, my Val-i-um. Oh!
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\r\nMan, I never thought that I could ever be a drug addict.
\r\n--\"nah, fuck that, I can't have it happen to me!\" but that's actually
\r\nwhat has ended up happenin' in a tragedy fuckin' passin' it up back to me.
\r\nAnd it's probably where I got acquainted with the taste, ain't it?
\r\nPharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom! Beautiful!
\r\nShe killed the fuckin' dope with the medicine she done fed it.
\r\nFeed it a fuckin' aspirin and say that it has a headache.
\r\n\"Here, wanna' snack? You hungry, you fuckin' brat?
\r\nLook at that! It's a Xanax! Take it and take a nap! Eat it!\"
\r\nBut I don't need it!
\r\n\"Well fuck it, then break it up!
\r\nTake a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up!\"
\r\nAlright, Ma, you win! I don't feel like arguin'!
\r\nI'll do it --pop and gobble it, start wobblin',
\r\nstumble, hobble, tumble, slip, trip, then I fall in bed
\r\nwith bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobble head!
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\r\nMy mom loved Valium and lots of drugs.
\r\nThat's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm like her.
\r\nBecause my mom loved Valium and lots a' drugs.
\r\nThat's why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom.
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\r\nMy mom, I'm just like her!
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\r\nMy mom, my mom, my mom (x3)
\r\nMy mom, my mama
\r\n[in an Eric Cartman voice:] My mama, I ain't takin' this no more.
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\r\nHeh, sorry mom! I sill love you, though! [kiss sound]
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\r\nDr. Dre 2010!
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\r\n[in a mocking tone:] Man this shit is hella' hard, homie! Man, take us on outta' here...
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\r\nOh!
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