1, 2, 3... Slam-Guttermouth

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