MC Hawking - The Dozens lyrics

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?