Mother.

She's a fuckin potbrain,
Weedhead, marrijuanna insane.
Hungover bitch wit' red eyes.
Hittin me hard all the time.

She says I can't have the phone
But she's the one who just got home.
She's the one whos breakin my back.
She's the one whos doin crack.

I'm not. I'm bein good.
Sittin in bed, hidin in my hood.
Hidin from the world, err... mother mostly.
One minute she's scooting more closely.

The next, she's hittin my hard, givin me bruises,
And man, it hurts!! Seems I'm always the one that loses.
"Cause I said so" doesnt cut it.
"I'm your mother!" aw man just fuck it.

She's a fuckin potbrain,
Weedhead, marrijuanna insane.
Hungover bitch wit' red eyes.
Hittin me hard all the time.

These fuckin mirrors are messin with my mind.
I hear them talkin to me all the time,
Sayin "You bitch! Just go cut yo self!"
Reach for the knife, but it's on the top shelf.

Can't reach it, I just punch the mirror.
The girl I saw in it, I still hear her.
She's whisperin in my ear "be strong"
But man, I can't... been cuttin too long.

Mom smashes through the door, eyes red.
She grabs my face, hits my head.
BAM! I fall to the ground.
She kicks me n' I start losin' sound.

She's a fuckin potbrain,
Weedhead, marrijuanna insane.
Hungover bitch wit' red eyes.
Hittin me hard all the time.

Only thing I do is hear her scream.
Never knew she could be so mean.
My own mother seems to hate me.
Guess thats life, now go 'head n' hate me.

She's a fuckin potbrain,
Weedhead, marrijuanna insane.
Hungover bitch wit' red eyes.
Hittin me hard all the time.

She's a fuckin potbrain,
Weedhead, marrijuanna insane.
Hungover bitch wit' red eyes.
Hittin me hard all the time.