I remember when I was 'bout 2 years old in a play pen on a grassy mole countin cars was some new schoolbooks Mr. Oswald said were ours Mama would take us to work and some Cuban held on our hand
Mama was a Hitman
We’d cross the country changing schools Mama me and some guy named Raul I failed the fourth grade cause they said I was dumb they found the principle floatin in a 55-gallon drum then all the teachers put me on the strait a plan
Mama was a Hitman
I tried basketball in the 7th grade you could count on one hand the shots that I made I got to practice so little and didn't play none until the coach found an ice pick stuck threw his cranium the assitence coach said son I’m you biggest fan
Mama was a Hitman
She baked seined cookies and red car bombs all the while disguised as a soccer mom our little league coach was James Earl Ray our team pictures were takin by the CIA she could wack out a witness wile workin the concession stand
Mama was a Hitman
Our babysitter was Mr. something sir hand
Mama was a Hitman
She could build a bomb in a bowl of rasin brand Piced us up from school and we flew to Afghanistan
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Mama was a Hitman
We’d cross the country changing schools Mama me and some guy named Raul I failed the fourth grade cause they said I was dumb they found the principle floatin in a 55-gallon drum then all the teachers put me on the strait a plan
Mama was a Hitman
I tried basketball in the 7th grade you could count on one hand the shots that I made I got to practice so little and didn't play none until the coach found an ice pick stuck threw his cranium the assitence coach said son I’m you biggest fan
Mama was a Hitman
She baked seined cookies and red car bombs all the while disguised as a soccer mom our little league coach was James Earl Ray our team pictures were takin by the CIA she could wack out a witness wile workin the concession stand
Mama was a Hitman
Our babysitter was Mr. something sir hand
Mama was a Hitman
She could build a bomb in a bowl of rasin brand Piced us up from school and we flew to Afghanistan
Mama was a Hitman
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