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lil ginger ale - soccer mom (extended) lyrics

(verse 1)
soccer moms are whiter than the pillowcases that the kkk drapes on their faces
“that says explicit content”
but you let him ring off shots with the kal-tec
“lil ginger ale isn’t good for you”
but all you make him eat is mcdonalds food
well f-ck you, and l!ck my gooch
b-st–lity, your son really screwed the pooch
in fact, that’s the f-cking cover to this
at least a soccer dad gives less of a sh-t
and what kind of names are susan and pam?
i know i’m ginger ale but i just don’t understand
y’all are cornier than a green giant can
and faker than the chain you buy your son, pam
and you can l!ck that explicit content sticker
if i see her in public, ima stick her
and you’re f-cking racist, ha, go figure
y’all so comfortable saying the word… you know
if someones in your house with darker skin
you decide “oh man let’s har-ss them”
“my friends are black, i’m not racist”
but when they’re gone, you get on your hate sh-t
their hair’s so nap—do you wanna get slapped?
you always talking all your stupid prejudice cr-p
and holy f-ck, you’re so obnoxious
just hearing you, it makes me nauseous
and you always start sh-t with actual good moms b-tch
so take this bomb d-ck

(hook)
pam, here’s my recipe
my husband needs to see the rest of me
my kid’s hamster died, rest in peace
oh, gotta clean the extra sheets
son, dinner is ready
oh yes rob, slow and steady
you need to take out a mortgage?
i’m leaving with the kids, you wh0r- b-tch
pam, here’s my recipe
my husband needs to see the rest of me
my kid’s hamster died, rest in peace
oh, gotta clean the extra sheets
son, dinner is ready
oh yes rob, slow and steady
you need to take out a mortgage?
i’m leaving with the kids, you wh0r- b-tch

(verse 2)
sam, spencer, where’s the gym shirts?
pam, susan, where’s the club skirts?
oh lord am i a sinner
repent with a worse than nutraloaf dinner
son, don’t puke in the trash
little timmy has a diaper rash
spencer goes to florida state
have another kid every time one turns eight
i’m borderline old hag
shhh!!! i think my husbands a bold f-g
he goes to this place called the bathhouse
when he comes back he looks stretched out
little timmy, don’t you put
ahhh!!! i’m about to scream and shout
put that vibrator in my f-nny pouch
did i say spencer goes to florida state?
lil ginger ale, all he does is hate

[interlude]

(verse 3)
left with the kids, stopped giving sh-ts
robert f-ck your 100k a year, b-tch
little timmy is in the trunk of the car
i’m drunk and i’m driving far (screams)
shut up!!! i need to light up a cigar (screams)
i said shut up!!! i’ll get the crowbar
yea, i stole the safe
if you had more money, that would not be the case
you couldn’t give me hardware, so i’m driving to ace
all of spencer’s drawings on the fridge were erased
big big word, dehydrogenase (de-hydrogen-ase)
i stole your priceless vase
i’m leaving the united states
at canada’s gate
all this life was a waste, f-ck!!!
i forgot the p-ssports
i’ll just say little timmy plays sports
you’re g-y, you have std’s
i threw out the lil ginger ale cd
if he makes another, i’ll get angry
if i catch the kids listening, they’ll get spankings
i f-cking hate him so much
i hope we never get in touch
i’m gonna bring together the moms
listing all the cons
it badly influences the kids
and it f-cked my marriage
these children are pigs
i should get a wig
they can’t notice me
say what you want, i’m no dummy

(skit)
come into the costco
i need to find the manager (but mom)
shut the f-ck up
we need a new sugar daddy babies
so shut the f-ck up or else we live in the car

(outro)
oh aislinn, i’m gonna say it
eminem so buy the cd, the amazon, the everything
f-ck!!!

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