you're mother the stripper hates you and your sister

you're mother the stripper hates you and your sister

Son I’m going to sing you something that is very close to my heart, even if it doesn’t exist:

I hate you son and your sister
So does your mother the stripper
We were cool never did well in school

But when me meet
I thought I’d get feleted
(That doesn’t rhyme well. SHUT UP)
She had eyes like a mobster
And fists like a boxer

I asked her to have sex
Holy shit she said yes
I thought I was in a dream
Then felt my panties being creamed

I said when and where
She said under the stairs
I grabbed her arm and ran
But got stopped by the man

He took us to the office
I saw he was a novice
I took out my weed and gave him a hit
While your mother put her hand on his dick

We were free as birds
So free that I stepped in some turds
I saw the look on her face
She knew I wasn’t an ace

She took me to her car
And drove me to a bar
I tried to relax
But stared at her ass

She us some beers
Out when the fear
I was confident and strong
Especially after I saw her thong

She took me up the stairs
Where we hit it like bears
Turns out I forgot the rest of the night
I had so many cuts I thought there was a fight

I woke in her room
You can guess what was growing in her womb
If I had known then you’d be dead
But I just went back to bed

Nine months later our lives would end
I got the bends
Your mother went to the hospital telling the doctor
He delivered you and your sistor

So now your mother’s a stripper
Giving lap-dances to hipster
White I’m working in the shitter
All because of you and your sister