1, 2, 3... SLAM! Songtext
von Guttermouth

Okay, here′s the story about my mom and dad
One was white, and one was black
I bet you think you're glad
l′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
It 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

Your goin' down (down)
Your goin′ down (down)
Your goin′ down baby, down baby
Take me down

Whoah, 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′s always right, she thinks 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
Slam, slam, slam

1, 2, 1, 2, 3 stop