Kyle Exum - The Mom Rap lyrics

Verse 1: You never do anything around this house Better wash those dishes better watch that mouth Getting those grades up is what you're about to do Okay mom! boy don't get an attitude Verse 2: You are so lazy, always on that couch I brought you in to this world, I can take you right out You've got time to clean this house if you've got time to check your phone Alright mom I got it! Don't give me that tone! Verse 3: Everything you have is what I've gave to you All the cash you have is what I've paid to you Now go clean your room, I'm not a maid to you I don't what to hear you complaining too. You're selfish Never want to do a thing, you're helpless Can't make a living off of taking all those selfies Get up off that phone, using that thing isn't healthy Anything you wanna tell your followers come tell me Verse 4: I know you're not failing a cla**, you focus on those girls But can't focus on your task? Mom, this is Calc. Its really hard to pa** I bet that you could do it if you didn't give me sa** Next time sit and pay attention I don't want to see you go and serve detention How're you gonna graduate and get a job and pention If you can't even learn to answer one Calc question? Can you even do it? That's not important, I wanna know why this house is looking like a forest I asked one task then you say "I forgot" You said clean the whole house That's not even a lot! Verse 5: Look at this mess you better clean this room Get those chores done, this is your house too I don't care who made this mess, you're gonna clean it That's that Alright mom, relax! Boy don't be talking back! Verse 6: You're so ungreatful, you never wanna listen Too young to go out, but old enough to clean dishes If you're grades aren't A's, I'm taking that cell phone What? Mom, why? Because I said so! Verse 7: Better wash the gra**, and you better sweep the roof too That doesn't make sense... You do what I tell you! Talking like you're grown, if you'd clean I wouldn't nag If you've got an attitude, you can go pack your bag You always wanna sit around but never want to help me Better take care of the trash and stop taking a selfie Can't even finish doing one simple task You never said to do that I shouldn't have to ask! Verse 8: Slow way down, going so fast bouta k** me or bouta make me have a breakdown Better hit the brake now We're not even moving Don't talk to me, the road is what you should be viewing Driving all crazy, what point are you proving? Bouta hurt yourself you clearly don't know what you're doing I pa**ed my test, didn't even try hard Even if you've got it, you're not driving my car That's not fair! Do I look like I care! I'm being nice but you want warfare? Given the fact that I gave you your life And a bed for the night are you really gon' dare? Let me answer that: no boy, listen to the flow I'm way on top and your down below Making a scene, boy this isn't a show Don't like my rules? you can walk out the door Verse 9: Got all F's and you wonder why I'm mad at you Doing what you want instead of doing what you have to do Grades so low, I can tell that you're slacking through I have one B B's are really bad for you You need to find a job, always needing money I'm the one you're trying to rob While you either sit at home or stay on that phone Or stay tryna hang out with the squad Boy that squad won't pay these bills, so don't be acting Like you're chilling In Beverly hills Hard working man that's what you need to learn to be Before you spend your whole life sweeping up at burger king Verse 10: Come down stairs, I need your help Get the remote You can't get it yourself? Oh here we go. you don't ever obey Its right there, its like 2 feet away Boy I don't play, I've been out here working hard all day Acting all grumpy like today is Monday Boy you better listen to what I say whatchu bouta do? Go and clean your room Clean mine too cause your grandma's coming through Can you do it? I have work I have to do Whatchu looking for? Who you think you're talking to! Verse 11: I'm not made of money, always asking for some cash Carried you for 9 months, you can carry out the trash You never want to come back home by curfew Mom, wait! This hurts me more than it hurts you