Lyrics to Mom's a Commie
anesthetize me
mom's a commie
anesthetize me
don't talk about my plan cause yo i never did
and operation get money kid we still gotta live
cause these cats fib with all they movies and such
i rolled the biggest fuckin' dutch and ate a huge ass lunch
best just being pimp by punks
to promote junk but fuck it that chick she got a trunk
what is she twenty you wanna step to the back
and let me guess your puzzle like my name is pat sajak
and i don't do smack but we can chill relax like that
blow a pretty sleek elevator lease off the map
it's all stupid i'm hearing cupid take the time to loop it
with all the gluttony just unbutton me
and let me float in space tell my sister i'm a basket case
and have no concept of race plus i'm dark faced
now how's that that's my harlequin to braggin' raps
i snapped though hot people relate to none of that just
champagne and cream puff cadillacs
chicas with huge straw hats and carry compacts
theres something from histroy like the 20th century it was possibly definitely
anesthetize me
mom's a communist
in mayday red
i went to bed
went to bed
anesthetize me
in mayday red
i went to bed
mom's a communist
anesthetize me
anesthetize me
mom's says there's no god
anesthetize
anesthetize me
anesthe-
anesthetize
anesthetize me
used to march against the clan in stickney and marquette park
now me and my ladies take a line and piss and drink sparks
how dark cause i grew up sorta weird
that's why at times a motherfucker grow a huge beard
i never fit like C cups and D tits
the whites would always get racist the BD's would ruin it
i made my own world full of booze pills and girls
till that shit got played till that shit destroys day
and mom doesn't believe in god and hates church
and took me to strange readings where those spoke about and worker's first
and hating reagen and crushing the bourgeoisie
thats why at times a lot of things always bother me
so when the working class is marching
the banners turn the blue skies red
i'll demand to not compromise
we'll fight until every boss is dead
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mom's a commie
anesthetize me
don't talk about my plan cause yo i never did
and operation get money kid we still gotta live
cause these cats fib with all they movies and such
i rolled the biggest fuckin' dutch and ate a huge ass lunch
best just being pimp by punks
to promote junk but fuck it that chick she got a trunk
what is she twenty you wanna step to the back
and let me guess your puzzle like my name is pat sajak
and i don't do smack but we can chill relax like that
blow a pretty sleek elevator lease off the map
it's all stupid i'm hearing cupid take the time to loop it
with all the gluttony just unbutton me
and let me float in space tell my sister i'm a basket case
and have no concept of race plus i'm dark faced
now how's that that's my harlequin to braggin' raps
i snapped though hot people relate to none of that just
champagne and cream puff cadillacs
chicas with huge straw hats and carry compacts
theres something from histroy like the 20th century it was possibly definitely
anesthetize me
mom's a communist
in mayday red
i went to bed
went to bed
anesthetize me
in mayday red
i went to bed
mom's a communist
anesthetize me
anesthetize me
mom's says there's no god
anesthetize
anesthetize me
anesthe-
anesthetize
anesthetize me
used to march against the clan in stickney and marquette park
now me and my ladies take a line and piss and drink sparks
how dark cause i grew up sorta weird
that's why at times a motherfucker grow a huge beard
i never fit like C cups and D tits
the whites would always get racist the BD's would ruin it
i made my own world full of booze pills and girls
till that shit got played till that shit destroys day
and mom doesn't believe in god and hates church
and took me to strange readings where those spoke about and worker's first
and hating reagen and crushing the bourgeoisie
thats why at times a lot of things always bother me
so when the working class is marching
the banners turn the blue skies red
i'll demand to not compromise
we'll fight until every boss is dead
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