I won't forget my birthday The first thing that I saw Was you lying there with me Without a broken heart If only I knew what would happen to us I won
It?s 2:45, the baby takes his first breath The mother never knew he only had a few left And the father gets a call in the middle of the night His breath
know lows. Things don?t always go the way there supposed That?s the only thing that?s fo sho? Last night someone?s son died So much pain in his mother
They took his name And they carved it on a slab of marble With several thousand other names All the fallen idols The apples of their mother's eye Just
forever She's programmed to work hard, she's never profane She won't go insane, not ever No V.D., no cancer, on TV's the answer No father, no mother
say party over here And ain't shit over there East coast west coast everywhere Your mother f***ers ain't playin fair We gon run your mother f***ers outta
say it doesn't concern me Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer To the U.S. economy and a cure for cancer?" I said, what are
bus holding a candy cane And it isn't even Christmas He sees a note in the obituary That his last friend has died There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother
me to fly down I told him that I?d love to But I had things to do And so he died without his son I heard about it drunk after a show My mother battled cancer
in your mother fuckin' ass bitch With that Detroit city shit, ain't shit switched We're on the same script, nothin' new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim Shady come break these mother
with this anaconda Be your friendly neighbor-hood neighbor with paper Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby Bust rubbers go deep under covers A freaky mother
Okay, I'm going to attempt to drown myself You can try this at home You can be just like me Mic check one two, we recordin'? I'm cancerous, so when I
Mother hold your breath 'cause I will never be Any of the things That you have planned for me Mother hold your tears 'cause I am happy now My free and
to the city and got Social Security She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own [2nd Chorus] My brother's doing bad on my mother's TV
hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Ricky Porter Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the tooky aura I'm a muh'fucker, no really I fuck mothers
likes to show off I can't even get a job, givin' out fliers I'm a handyman with a pair of broke pliers The fridge is theirs, Mother Hubbard's cupboard
sick and tired of stressin', every days a different lesson I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this deep depression My son Joey still slow, my mom's got cancer
, Maria) That would be my mother Maria Cartegena Ay yo, she's the best sister, one man lover And if she died, her tombstone would read 'The world's greatest mother
