Intro
Yo, Professor Puff'n'stuff.
Hit me with some beatbox
Trash Talk
Ah, yah. That's right.
This one's for all the naysayers
and dreamslayers
who told the Hawk-man it couldn't be done.
Listen up..
Verse 1
Your Momma is so fat, she's got a trash bag for a sock
She's so hairy, she looks like she's got Don King in a headlock
Your Momma is so ugly that her dog won't give her fleas
You could stick her face in dough and make monster cookies
Your momma's so damn big, her a** affects the tide
She's so huge that on their honeymoon, your Dad hired a guide
Your momma's so damn poor, she can't even afford lice
Yo, the b**h got married 'cuz she needed rice
Trash Talk
Ha, ha, ha. That's right.
I'm talking about your damn Momma
She's such a skank the other night
I had to park my dick on her a**
and wait an hour to get in.
Yo, check this out.
Verse 2
Your momma is so skank she's like hot a** on a cold day
She's so poor that at McDonald's, she puts food on layaway
Your momma is like lettuce, a quarter a head
When I said "Act your age" the b**h dropped dead
Your momma's so fat, when she hauls a** it takes two trips
Someone tried to kiss her, but he couldn't find her lips
Your momma's so damn ugly, Michael Jackson wants her bones
She's such a f**ing skank, she'll give you V.D. through the phone
Trash Talk
Ha, ha, ha. That's right.
What you got to say about it, b**h?