Mac Lethal - Cousin Tiffany's Wedding lyrics

When I was little I would sleep inside a laundry basket My uncle Shawn was smoking meth wearing an army jacket He'd take a hit and mush my face in, then he'd call me f*ggot He drove an 87 Celica, he pawned his cla**ic My mom would reach inside, reach inside the kitchen cabinet Shed grab a plate and throw it at my dad like listen that's it You cheat on me again, I'll wait before I get too graphic Let me change the subject; Daddy's still alive I'll get my a** kicked, cousin Stevie went and overdosed on OxyContin His baby momma didn't visit said its not a problem I didn't visit either though I guess my heart is rotten That motherf**er never thanked me for the car I bought him But come to think of it I probably shouldn't diss him like that Cause he has PTSD in 03 he went to Iraq Got his left arm blown off, they sent him right back Now he's addicted to crack, damn My family is f**ed up At my cousin Tiffany's wedding, my uncle Daryl was drunk So drunk that he couldn't do the father-daughter dance He couldn't even stand to show the family crest alcohol and d** Cousins making love and a dirty pack of bud We don't use love, we communicate with violence Guess that's pretty normal when your lineage is Irish like this I used to sleep up in the back of dads Cutla** Supreme 1984 Oldsmobile, ugly and green Chilling in my car seat, making up songs to the rhythm of my heartbeat Listen to me, I was just another whisky soaked embryo Momma said its cold outside baby so get a coat I asked my dad if he would tell me about baseball And he just told me 50 different reasons that he didn't vote That's my family, the old brain trust My uncle got a nostril full of old c**aine crust My racist grandfather screaming at the evening news "If these damn minorities don't like it, don't blame us!" I used to tell him he was so wrong He'd say "Little boy you don't pay the bills here, so long!" I would leave, I ain't that type of guy He saw his grave before we ever saw eye to eye, so long My family is f**ed up At my cousin Tiffany's wedding, my uncle Daryl was drunk So drunk that he couldn't do the father-daughter dance He couldn't even stand to show the family crest alcohol and d** Cousins making love and a dirty pack of bud We don't use love, we communicate with violence Guess that's pretty normal when your lineage is Irish