White Thrash Momma
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White trash heaven in your hometown
I can't stand it, I'm awake
Let's gather round the old oil drum
And twist up a thumb and shake
Out here, boy, it's fuckin' freezin' we will die, cuss, toss, or fight
A hundred degrees, you'd be ashamed to use those common lines
Wanna get a haircut like, eh, that dude? Well, we just ain't in school
Mass destruction, what did I do? Buckle up, I'm going to school
White trash love
So, so, it's 6:30, great, thanks, Dad
I don't want, she's too sick with cum
Curls in her hair, yellow underwear
Spreading all the garbage in the old oil drum
Girl, how scared, I'll stare, take care
It's there, so rare, and she's so sore
I never crack it, every morning, it's all about beauty's got the score
White trash love
White trash love
White trash
White trash
Raised on white bread
Trading stepped on grass for bad heads
Notice as the tracks are revealed
Her white trash fate is sealed
Well, they didn't even see the twister coming
The wind, it just whipped right out of the sky
Well, Mom, she was too busy cooking
Mom was too busy getting high
Kenny, Bobby
Kenny, Bobby
Let's gather round the old oil drum
It's down by the sewer
We'll be fucking and drinking stories
About our white trash whore