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Lyricist: Body Count
Lyrics:
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? (2x) 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 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
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