mirrior of your mother
Current mood: cold
so how's it feel?how bigs the rush?
from the mcDonalds drive thru to your olive garden lunch
it would give me chills all the bills thats been building all these months
if i were you i 'd do it too all the kids would be ok.
and send em off to school and stop to watch them graduate
you getting the good stuff ...that necklace it's blinding
your shoes be all shiney and your tan so defining
i guess looking up sometimes gets oil in eyes
and now forever slaved him in,she's always right ,he never wins..
she drew her claws,bit and jawwed,she has a tounge ring after all..
sliced right in ,grabbed his heart, sold her soul andleft his mark.
and your so vain but agree at least
you'll never top our masterpiece
you could diquise it ,keep it quiet,
i guess if you try someone might buy it..
it won't be the last but the first time it's hard
but you'll always hear that "thrid times a charm"
your diamond in the rough,like Gar wasn't enough
first he lost his father and now hes really got it rough...
now Gar ain't thje baby,& crings driving daddy crazy
and Mommy's getting bitchy from the attention shes not getting
and the stiletto's in the closet guess you haven't worn them lateley
but now you've got the doctors wallet and another string to play with
so does he adore you,ignore you ...still keeping things so secret
get annoyed with my son and need three days be nieth it.
you sold your heart for a rock that will never ever roll
traded passion for foreverness with scars as dark as coal
so hows it fell, i bet its great,
wouldn't even exxagerrate
platnium,pearls, up top the world
not too bad for a trailor park girl.
took alittle while but your mother sank deep
"the more POLES the better","the biggest fish the one you keep.
and how is Celene?she hasn't been drugging the kids?
she hasn't tring again the somehow puncture her wrist
does your friend still show his cock to you?
with your kids locked in the living room?
you still send one out,so you can sext to another
tell him you love him while fucking his brother?
with a dirty little secret and everyone keeps it..
and your a dirty filthy liar and everyones seeing it...
it's all in that report ,that fifty page report..
make me out a deadbeat and lie your pregnant ass through court...
but it wasn't til i told you that i lost my trust for you..
before that day i could babysit while you where fucking number 2....
if you keep this rate going by the time your fourty seven
you'll be on kid nine and husband number eleven
we'll be the twenty first century brady bunch
with an extra 10 spaces for the extra ten cocks
from a dad from jersey,an investor and quote un quote shrink
two laywers,that doctor ,a football team and me.
and you'll still be ever coy ,ultra-vien and oh so fake
A MIRROR IMAGE OF YOUR MOTHER,spitting image i would say