Yo Momma

Intro

YKC
Yo momma so fat, so fat, she stack big macs
And all that in her knapsack
Damn scrap, why she act like that
Wit a face like that, you wonder why I snap
In fact, her teeth is black
Breathes horrendous, so I gotta turn my back
Its lunch time, look at her workin it out
Look like she got dirt in her mouth
She be like, donít worry, I like to talk dirty
Lookin all scary, tryin to talk to me
Your momma look like Britney spears
Right before she popped out that kiiiid
Plus add about fifty years
And about fifty beers
Ok then add the scruffy beard
Mix it up, your momma is what you get 

Chorus
Yo Momma, yo momma
yo Momma, donít be talkiní bout our momma
our momma, our momma
if you donít stop then we gonna,
we gonna, we gonna, have to come back with the Ö 

Tur-Bo
Yo Momma so ugly, so ugly
when you put her iníer cage
people think she a monkey,
made ya pops bungie
and blood was spilled
cuz he couldnít take lookiní
at her busted grill, forreal
itís not somethiní that should be shown
tilí you chop off the zit on the tip
of her nose,í
Turb thatís a low blow
you mean a low blow
like ya mom oníer knees when she drops her clothes
but leave the pants on,
canít speak for yíall
but I donít wanna see her draws
knowiní she donít use a tampon
ainít that sick, she oníer period and she lettiní blood drip
Now vampires like let me take a lick.
But die real quick cuz a sniff between her thighs
smell like garlic, ya moms armpits, I must admit
I confuse with her ass cuz they smell like shaaaahhÖÖÖ. 

Chorus
Yo Momma, yo momma
yo Momma, donít be talkiní bout our momma
our momma, our momma
if you donít stop then we gonna,
we gonna, we gonna, have to come back with the Ö.

The 23rd Stallion
Yo mama so big/ So big that she look like a pig/
yo look what she did/ she ate a bucket of chicken
and the bucket yo listen/ her farts cause sparks/
her bed got stretch marks/ no joke, metal bars are breakin/
lines of blow? Nah lines of bacon/ what you didnít know?/
tried to eat me, cause Iím Jamaican/ cravin beef patties/
you should see fatty/ when she tickles she jiggles/
when she topples she bobbles/ donít say buffet/
I think I hear her comin from a mile away/ she goes, HEY HEY HEY/ when shes done with the onslaught/
brings her own chair to restaurants/ ass all caught in the door/ takes one step then she falls through the floor/
whose gonna clean this gravy and Crisco/ thatís simpo/ sheíll lick it up when you wake her up. 

Chorus
Yo Momma, yo momma
yo Momma, donít be talkiní bout our momma
our momma, our momma
if you donít stop then we gonna,
we gonna, we gonna, have to come back with theÖ.

Outro
Various jokes

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