Mac Lethal - My Mom Izza Thug Lyrics
My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy budAnd her palm on her gun just for blastin that assActin insane for the platinum chainAnd her new album's on AftermathKicks my teeth in if I act goofyBirthday cakes in the shape of a UziWakes me up like, "Let's get paid"Beams with blades on her EscaladeEvery morning yelling, "Macget your ass out of bed and sell some crack"Mom is a thugged out parent of courseOut on the block with a harem of whoresBetter not creep if you're fake and softCause she'll pull out the strap and break you offLike prrrhhhaaa, cut you looseBut I can't leave the crib without my bubblegooseCause[CHORUS x2]My mom is a thug, she'll ***** you upShe'll ***** you up (what what!)You better run and get yourself upShot and you're hurtin and off to the surgeonA little gunpowder in her laundry detergentShe still makes me mind my mannersCookin dinner listenin to the police scannerYou know my throat gets slitIf I forget one thing off the grocery listAnd she'll choke my friends if they call too lateAnd pistol-whip my girlfriend with a .38Calls my cell like, "Son, I'ma hurt youIf you're home one single minute past curfew"My thugged out mama keep the cheeba stickyEvery single morning she'd crease my DickeysScrambled hollow tips for my breakfastPacks my lunch and shines my necklacePours a little liquor, then says (goodbye)But one bad grade, I get stabbed in the eye[CHORUS]My mom is a thug, she'll ***** you upShe'll ***** you up (what what!)You better run and get yourself upMy mom is a thug, she'll ***** you upShe'll ***** you up (what what!)You better run and get yourself upMy mom is a thug, she'll kill you, *****She'll kill you, ***** (what what!)You better run and get yourself upMy mom is a thugShe'll ***** you upWait, I'm DEAD SERIOUSHrrraaahhAlrightIt's the last day of school, gotta make an appearance, It's a mustBut I slept in a little too late and missed the busAnd my mom's got a clip to bust if I ask for a rideI'd rather graduate than be a homicideSo I dipped across the street and started walkinBut I heard Tech N9ne playin and her horn honkinThere she was in a Corolla with bloodshot eyesI was scared and almost fainted from her Glock sizeI turned around to make a run for itBut she crashed and kicked me in the throat like she was Chuck NorrisAnd instead of sittin here and punchin me hardShe said, "Get your lunchbox and get the ***** in the car"She hit the gas and grabbed a roach out the ashtray"Mac, why the ***** would you try to skip on your last day?"I wasn't, I was walkin, I swearWhen the bus came by I was washin my hairJust then I heard police officer sirensI said, "Hey mom I think the cops are behind us"She was swervin like she was a little drunkAnd it sounded like there was a dead body in the trunkShe told me to open up the glove compartmentAnd pulled out her black handgun to spark shitI counted the bullets, there was like fourRolled down the window and hung over the side doorI looked back but there was only one copAnd he couldn't see me hangin out the window with my gun *****edI licked one shot and struck him in the headLooked back and said, "Mom, that mother*****er's dead""Oh good boy Mac, I'm proud of youIf you missed that shot I woulda grounded youBut because of that shot my freedom is savedHere's five dollars, after school hit the arcade"
