1, 2, 3 ... Slam!!! Lyrics - The Album Formerly Known As Full-length Lp - 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