Mac Lethal - My Mom Izza Thug lyrics

My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud And her palm on her gun just for blastin that a** Actin insane for the platinum chain And her new album's on Aftermath Kicks my teeth in if I act goofy Birthday cakes in the shape of a Uzi Wakes me up like, "Let's get paid" Beams with blades on her Escalade Every morning yelling, "Mac get your a** out of bed and sell some crack" Mom is a thugged out parent of course Out on the block with a harem of who*es Better not creep if you're fake and soft Cause she'll pull out the strap and break you off Like prrrhhhaaa, cut you loose But I can't leave the crib without my bubblegoose Cause [CHORUS x2] My mom is a thug, she'll f** you up She'll f** you up (what what!) You better run and get yourself up Shot and you're hurtin and off to the surgeon A little gunpowder in her laundry detergent She still makes me mind my manners Cookin dinner listenin to the police scanner You know my throat gets slit If I forget one thing off the grocery list And she'll choke my friends if they call too late And pistol-whip my girlfriend with a .38 Calls my cell like, "Son, I'ma hurt you If you're home one single minute past curfew" My thugged out mama keep the cheeba sticky Every single morning she'd crease my Dickeys Scrambled hollow tips for my breakfast Packs my lunch and shines my necklace Pours a little liquor, then says (goodbye) But one bad grade, I get stabbed in the eye [CHORUS] My mom is a thug, she'll f** you up She'll f** you up (what what!) You better run and get yourself up My mom is a thug, she'll f** you up She'll f** you up (what what!) You better run and get yourself up My mom is a thug, she'll k** you, b**h She'll k** you, b**h (what what!) You better run and get yourself up My mom is a thug She'll f** you up Wait, I'm DEAD SERIOUS Hrrraaahh Alright It's the last day of school, gotta make an appearance, It's a must But I slept in a little too late and missed the bus And my mom's got a clip to bust if I ask for a ride I'd rather graduate than be a homicide So I dipped across the street and started walkin But I heard Tech N9ne playin and her horn honkin There she was in a Corolla with bloodshot eyes I was scared and almost fainted from her Glock size I turned around to make a run for it But she crashed and kicked me in the throat like she was Chuck Norris And instead of sittin here and punchin me hard She said, "Get your lunchbox and get the f** in the car" She hit the gas and grabbed a roach out the ashtray "Mac, why the f** would you try to skip on your last day?" I wasn't, I was walkin, I swear When the bus came by I was washin my hair Just then I heard police officer sirens I said, "Hey mom I think the cops are behind us" She was swervin like she was a little drunk And it sounded like there was a dead body in the trunk She told me to open up the glove compartment And pulled out her black handgun to spark sh** I counted the bullets, there was like four Rolled down the window and hung over the side door I looked back but there was only one cop And he couldn't see me hangin out the window with my gun co*ked I licked one shot and struck him in the head Looked back and said, "Mom, that motherf**er's dead" "Oh good boy Mac, I'm proud of you If you missed that shot I woulda grounded you But because of that shot my freedom is saved Here's five dollars, after school hit the arcade"