No, no, no, Mommaaaaa...
|
|
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 say 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, 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, ha ha, some lighter fluid, from the corner store
|
and I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire!
|
Ha, ha, ha.
|
Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch
|
burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch!
|
Ha, ha, ha.
|
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. Ha, ha, ha.
|
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. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you
|
wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.
|
Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch,
|
whose laughin' now.
|
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
|
|
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.
|
Right 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's Gotta Die Tonight
|
Body Count |