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Mama Cheeseburger
mama castrate me
she took the stinger from the bee
wise guy just crying over spilled milk
lust greed sloth and gluttony
of my catastrophe backfire
hot lead hole hunger desire
she wears the slacks in this family
this is not a democracy
chew my ass like it was butt-steak
amputate head backfire then make
making up a forgery a fork tongue mistake
climbing up the walls of my heart break
penis envy responsibility
action and words
we live and learn
spoil the butter that we churn
not my concern
so set me free and castrate me
she chews ass like it was butt-steak
my brother at a bug he was just two years old
i talked him into it reverse psychology i'm told
the girl with the blue-ish hair i talk into a date with me
by pulling hard upon the strings we call it sympathy
devious the tactics used to lure her in
just like embezzlement of candy from a babies bin
i'm just a male and not embarrassed of the couth i lack
a guilty notion mama's gonna get me back
mama wanna castrate me and now i'm gotta improvise
and when she say to jump you know i ask how high
mama cheeseburger she get hungry and i must reply
some sort of hex applied to me with matta harri eyes
through i won her with the sweet talk and some cold french fries
never should have done what i was doing see
i never knew how much my deceit would be haunting me
i'm just a male and not embarrassed of the couth i lack
guilty notion mama's gonna get me back
mama wanna castrate me and now i've got to improvise
mama want to castrate me
it's a catastrophe
lust greed sloth gluttony backfire
she wears the slacks in this family
it's no democracy
swallow pride double wide
eat away at my inside
picking up the image leather straps and a kitchen knife
cut the guilt right out of my life
forgive me vasectomy
i am torn
hell hath no fury like my mama scorn
mama want to castrate me
and now i've got to improvise
