Текст песни Momma's Gotta Die Tonight

No, no, no, momma

All my life I loved this girl so much

All my life I loved her simple touch

She cared for me and put me on this earth

Oh, the pain of just a simple birth

But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind

Poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind

She taught me things that simply were not true

She taught me hate for race, that's why I hate you

There's only one way I can make it right

Momma's gotta die tonight

There's only one way I can make it right

Momma's gotta die tonight

Momma, momma, I always loved my momma

I always loved my momma

I loved the way she hold me

I love the way she talked to me

She used to teach me a lot of things

She taught me good things, she taught me bad things

"Don't trust white people, don't trust white people

Don't trust white people, they're no good, they're no good

They're no good, they're no good

They're just gonna rip you off, they're just gonna rip you off

Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em"

I said, "Why momma?"

She said, "I told you don't trust 'em they're no good"

I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the same momma

Why momma?" She said, "Don't ask me any questions

Don't you challenge your mutha", momma

So one day I found I fell in love and I brought my girlfriend home

And I introduced her to my mutha and she smacked me

She was a white girl and I said

"Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?"

You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman

She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans

Indians, Orientals, momma was no good

I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha

So I got some, some lighter fluid from the corner store
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And I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire

Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch

Burn, burn, burn, burn you racist bitch

But she wasn't quite dead, she jumped up from the bed

And I grabbed my Louisville Slugger

That she had bought me for my twelfth birthday

And I came up behind her and I hit her, I hit her

I hit her twice, now she was out, I went into the kitchen

And I got that handy carving knife

That we only use on special occasions like

Bullshit Thanksgiving and I took her

And I laid her ol' fucked up corpse on the floor

And I cut her in little bitty pieces, cut off her arms, her feet

Her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags

And I put it into my car and I said

"Momma, we're goin' on a vacation, a permanent vacation bitch"

I took some of her around the world

To Arizona, New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland

Yo, you wanna go to Connecticut, bitch, Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.

Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch

Whose laughin' now

So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father

Who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit

That's fucked this world up from day one

You can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em

To suck your dick or do like Body Count does

All my life I loved this girl so much

All my life I loved her simple touch

She cared for me and put me on this earth

Oh, the pain of just a simple birth

But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind

Poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind

She taught me things that simply were not true

She taught me hate for race, that's why I hate you

There's only one way I can make it right

Momma's gotta die tonight

There's only one way I can make it right

Momma's gotta die tonight