Mother may I? Mother may I please go outside and play? Don't put me back in the dark I promise I will not tell anyone mother may I? Mother may I please
Intro: Frogg Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em and like, back and forth because ah this is.. what you thought it wasn't It beez
his mommy was gone So he came over this morning and sat down next to me And asked, why does mommy leave me alone? But he'll find out someday why his mommy
She'll ask me when I'm coming home I'll answer pretty soon But I know I'm just her mommy for a day She's much too young to realize why mommy can't come
One two, one two You're ready? You're ready? Yo, this one goes out to Prince Paul, my man Fruitkwan The Gatekeeper, Prince Rakeem And last but not least
, better step up now, and make this all clear They run your life, with indecision I would appreciate a little precision But all I get is Mommy sayin
fast asleep Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus Underneath his beard so snowy white; Oh what a laugh it would have been If Daddy had only seen Mommy
confess Mommy's little monster She's mommy's little monster Mommy's little monster Don?t take her life away She's mommy's little monster She's mommy
You beat us up when we're alone Come back later and then you're gone Now you're tucked away in your bed And I've got stitches in my head 'Cause you didn
An hour of anger, an hour of love This hour of confusion as I look above Death, life as I've never seen before One more trip like, that I'm in the mental
You are so plastic, you could be a Barbie Doll You walk and you talk just like them all And, oh, how I love those pretty little curls With shoes and skirts
Last night a whore found murdered in the streets The skid row bums are just waking up A politician caught holding drugs A friend who's left us in a suicidal
over and saw the tire tracks on her head That's when I realized, she was dead I saw your mommy and your mommy's dead I saw your mommy and your mommy
I Saw Momma Kissin ol' Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last night and she did not hear me creep down the stairs to have a peek why she thought that
to keep her happy I never was the fantasy of what you want Wanted me to be But don't judge me so harsh little girl So you got a playboy mommy But when
I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus Underneath the mistletoe last night.She didn't see me creepDown the stairs to have a peep;She thought that I was tucked
Mommy cute like Fendi suits Mommy fresh these my real breasts Mommy sex 'cause mommy groan Mommy be that good shit at home Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy Damn mommy
, mommy You go to your room Kill me, mommy You go to your room Kill me, mommy You go to your room Kill me, mommy I'm not mommy Kill me, mommy I'm daddy
