Текст (слова) песни: Body Count - Mommas Gotta Die Tonight

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

Thats why I hate you!

Theres only one way I can make it right,

Mommas gotta die tonight.

Theres only one way I can make it right,

Mommas 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.

dont trust white people, dont trust white people.

Dont trust white people, theyre no good, theyre no good,

Theyre no good, theyre no good.

Theyre just gonna rip you off, theyre just gonna rip you off.

Dont trust em, dont trust em.

I said, why momma? , she said, i told you dont

Trust em theyre no good.

I said, momma, I thought we were all the same momma,

Why momma? she said, dont ask me any questions.

Dont 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 wasnt 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, were 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 thats

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

Thats why I hate you!

Theres only one way I can make it right,

Mommas gotta die tonight.

Theres only one way I can make it right,

Mommas gotta die tonight.

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She used to teach me a lot of things, She taught me good things, she taught me bad things. dont trust white people, dont trust white people. Dont trust white people, theyre no good, theyre no good, Theyre no good, theyre no good. Theyre just gonna rip you off, theyre just gonna rip you off. Dont trust em, dont trust em. I said, why momma? , she said, i told you dont Trust em theyre no good. I said, momma, I thought we were all the same momma, Why momma? she said, dont ask me any questions. Dont 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 wasnt 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, were 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 thats 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 Thats why I hate you! Theres only one way I can make it right, Mommas gotta die tonight. Theres only one way I can make it right, Mommas gotta die tonight. Нравится песня? 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