2024-04-28
Lyrics
once upon a time, about four years ago, someone told me, your mom's a hoe. just like i didn't know. she's got a reputation, of running, a drug operation. after some consideration, she decided to expand to human trafficing. she kidnapped your ass, smoked some gas, went to the hotel, to meet with cartel, then you have been sold, not for gold, but your body was already cold. you see before this all began, your mom had made a plan. you is just worthless and that's the truth, so to ensure it will all go down so smooth, she killed your ass, your own mother, she didn't hesitate if she should smother, so she grabbed a pillow, and while you was still low, low to the ground, she put around. your face the cussion, ain't no illusion. the lack of air made you forget she ever cared, about your sad ass laying so scared. so pale your face, you is in better place. and then your mom continued her mission. killing you was just an addition, so she can get paid, just like in third grade, the cartel decided to give her ten bucks, giving no fucks. your mom went to the corner, don't warn her. wanted to buy just some cocaine, all she then felt was her brain, being shot at by some random guy, she did just die, didn't get the supply, a crackhead, said, i'm glad that you're dead he then took the ten bucks she had and didn't feel bad. he left your mother, he wasn't concerned, pulled out the blunt, just wanting to burn, later this week i heared them speak she's gettin' burried. such a shame, noone came, empty cemetery. it's the end of the story, self-explanatory. your mom is dead, father got an empty bed.
