"Your Momma"  Parental Advisory genre: Acoustic
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	CD: Those Friday Nights
	Lyrics One gloomy morning, Sitting in the caf, Telling stories of the weekend past. Matt asked me what I did, so I told him the truth, "I took his mom to McDonalds and screwed her in a booth." So when your feeling down, pick up yourself and listen to this song. Make fun of someone else's mom. My friends say Mike we confess, you should really gibe it a rest, your jokes are nothing but corny. Well I got up and shouted out, and told the world about, how your momma is really horny. CHORUS Your momma, tell her I dont mean offense. Your momma, I only wanna get in her pants. Your momma, I dont really mean what I say. Oh by the way, last night I fergot to pay. I have finally siezed the jokes, now Im gonna behave. You can go and tell your moms I got nothing left to say. Im gonna miss these tiomes, making fun of peers. Im starting to feel tears. NOW JUST WAIT ONE SECOND, I GOT ONE MORE, OH YEAH, YOUR MOMS A STUPID FUCKIN WHORE CHORUSX2

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