[Intro]
*Yawn*
Yeah
Mh hm
My mothe-, my mother was scared-

[Verse 1]
My mother was scared of the rap I grew up on listening to
I doubt her, but damn, her head was the excuse I done flipped it into
The vinyls and scratch, right, it's again using a song as fixture or glue
Like it's gonna fish me a tune, huh
And I know in my head right, with chances of heart
That my momma gave that light to an asshole and not
A doctor, medic or god-be-damned a celebrity star
Just a cocky rebel, shock developed on relatives snobs
So clutch your balls, add a bunch of light insults
Some dumber rhymes, no consequences
Congrats, you got my songs
But to make it crunchy, test a little spice on top
Like making fun of dying motherfuckers
But respect the dead with just a rhyme or post
Hypocritical ignorant piece of - hey
In the ending tho', wish they will limit to piss on your grave
I can still see Gio sit in the kitchen and pray
Insult to injury tho', as I secretly bitch on the plate

[Hook]
I'm sorry momma, I never meant to be your spawn
And I know you'd love the drama if you'd read this song
All I ever wanted from you was to greet your son
And now I grew into a problem for my evil thoughts
So I wrote you a letter in hopes you could shred it
My voice is the evidence of poison I inherited
Every mess that I've done, always yelling you're done
And if my dad is a scum it's all thanks to my mom

[Verse 2]
If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say nothing
My mom was basically the opposite, a basin of gossip, hate
And in case of a crossing, her nails like facing the crossing
Of Wolverine and a cheetah, no wonder she'd see me in tears, huh
Prolly wishes the Grim Reaper could show me the door
While she switches her mean features for Tony Awards
Notorious whore - shh, throw in the towel
Don't talk to her in tongues or talk to her at all, but
I recognize that half the time that someone ask me nice, I'm just an ass
And that's asinine, but then again, that other half the time
It lets me pass a guy that's much of an ass as I
So thank you mom, very kind
Your angry son - then I sign
I don't know why people got my back always, they latch on me
"Gio, your last song's amazing, the one where you say something
About Satan or something, uhh, and hating your mo-
I'll save you the comments, but I play it like everyday
It's crazy, I love it"

[Hook]
I'm sorry momma, I never meant to be your spawn
And I know you'd love the drama if you'd read this song
All I ever wanted from you was to greet your son
And now I grew into a problem for my evil thoughts
So I wrote you a letter in hopes you could shred it
My voice is the evidence of poison I inherited
Every mess that I've done, always yelling you're done
And if my dad is a scum it's all thanks to my mom

[Verse 3]
To be honest with you, I wouldn't even call it abuse
But every thought it produced made me uncomfortable, rude
And it's not as common as you think or a product of views
To feel your mama's a nuke, straight coming at you
Pray mama's anew, day tomorrow's a loop
And in face of all of this music, I'd chalk it to a fluke
To say if you dropped this noon, your grave stop was mute
No embrace off from you, I'd still come at your fu-
But don't take it for granted, you were the one who raised me up
To be a pain in the ass when everyone would say it's fun
That I was basically dumb, socially inept from the start
I'll show 'em the best of my love - choking a brat in the mud
So whenever you need me, know I'm actually far
Don't pose you a question you know the answer to, Ma
Don't consult me or message, there's no patching this up
I just wrote you a letter, dear Mary, your son

[Hook]
I'm sorry momma, I never meant to be your spawn
And I know you'd love the drama if you'd read this song
All I ever wanted from you was to greet your son
And now I grew into a problem for my evil thoughts
So I wrote you a letter in hopes you could shred it
My voice is the evidence of poison I inherited
Every mess that I've done, always yelling you're done
And if my dad is a scum it's all thanks to my mom