She’s Not My Mother, Todd Songtext
von Gama Bomb

Hey Janelle, fuck you!
You′re not my real mom and you can't tell me what to do
I will skate and ride and smoke and do all sorts that I deem dope
I don′t need you ragging on me
I don't respect authority
Heavy rap and scrambler action is the life for me

Hey Todd, you dick!
How come you can smoke fegs in our
Front room when I get chewed for doing zip?
I'm aged around ten, but I′m a man defrauding ATMs
No parental control - get in my face, I′ll kick your hole


My best made is so rad, ginger attitude is bad
Kyle Reese is my dad
Wolfie, best dog I ever had
And you know that I don't give a fuck
At Afterburner I do not suck
Back off, dipshit, understand Uncle Bob will lift you with one hand

Yeah maybe I like explicit lyrics!
Yeah maybe I like home taping and titty magazines
And sniffing glue and drinking Coors and tossing my hair to one side
What are you gonna do about it, Poindexter?

Free style living is the way for me
Riding in a helicopter blasting Public Enemy
Playing all my tapes and coining up the Gallery
About my Mom I have the deepest of deep feels
I′m no longer in the canon as of summer '97
They tried to bring me back but the franchise went to heaven
But my radness lives on through the kids who sing this song
When they try to shine you on
You just tell ′em 'She′s not my mother, Todd.'