Guttermouth - 1 2 3 Slam lyrics

Okay, here's the story about my mom and dad<br>One was white<br>One was black<br>I bet you think you're glad<br>I'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan<br>I don't know what the hell I'm on<br>So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!<br>Kinky hair when I wake up<br>Straight when I go to bed<br>My dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said<br>My mother she's a honkey<br>My dad's kentucky fried<br>I don't know what the hell I'm on<br>So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!<br>Back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side<br>It's hot dogs on friday nights<br>The chicken's country fried<br>My dad says yo boy pass the peas!<br>My mom says pass the squash<br>I need something to ease the pain<br>So I'll go downtown and get some downers<br>Whoa, man, I'm a little bit slow<br>But I've got to get up somehow<br>Got no money<br>Just a good idea<br>Let me tell you how<br>I'll steal my parents credit cards<br>Oh yes I'll rip them off<br>I'll go downtown to where dad works<br>And get myself some cocaine<br>Now I'm high, and I'm not shy<br>I'll get it off my chest<br>My mom is white, she thinks she's right<br>She thinks that she's the best<br>My dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golf<br>I don't know what the hell I am<br>So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 slam!!!