Remote Control of your stinking family treeAin't no knight in shining armor gonna sweep your momma off her feetSpends her life just squirting pups and turning tricks for meThe flick of my cigarette and your Mother's on her kneesOn her kneesTurning tricks for meGiving up the honeyBringing me the moneyYour cheap momma and her monkey and the kindness of my heartIs all that keeps your family together in this white trash trailer parkYour wacked out momma she's a junkie, she's gotta have her stashSo she walks the street, sells her soul and brings me back the cashShe's so cheapShe'll always need meYou know I own youWe own the streetsNow you're starting to see just what you getWhen your mother is a piece of shitNow you're starting to see just what you getWhen your mother is a piece of shit
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