1, 2, 3...SLAM! — текст песни (GutterMouth)

Okay, here`s the story about my mom and dad
One was white
One was black
I bet you think you`re glad
I`m a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan
I don`t know what the hell I`m on
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!
Kinky hair when I wake up
Straight when I go to bed
My dad speaks jive talk to me, don`t know what he just said
My mother she`s a honkey
My dad`s Kentucky fried
I don`t know what the hell I`m on
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!
Back at home it`s black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side
It`s hot dogs on Friday nights
The chicken`s country fried
My dad says Yo boy pass the peas!
My mom says pass the squash
I need something to ease the pain
So I`ll go downtown and get some downers
Whoa, man, I`m a little bit slow
But I`ve got to get up somehow
Got no money
Just a good idea
Let me tell you how
I`ll steal my parents credit cards
Oh yes I`ll rip them off
I`ll go downtown to where dad works
And get myself some cocaine
Now I`m high, and I`m not shy
I`ll get it off my chest
My mom is white, she thinks she`s right
She thinks that she`s the best
My dad is just a negro, he`s not one to play golf
I don`t know what the hell I am
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!