Mama Called

Mama called me, can't you stop Cause your music doesn't rock Everything you've ever dropped Sucks Mama called me, can't you stop Cause your music doesn't rock Everything you've ever dropped Sucks Mama called me: "Hello my sweetie Are you fine, you're alright?" - Hi, Ma, I'm "Saw you last night on TV. You're serious Jumpin' around with your balls out delirious" Yeah, let me explain that, Ma! - "I tell you what You're not a star! You're a shame for us For me, your brothers and our dog You hear him bark? He's upset, too Yeah, he saw you, too! You ungrateful fool" But ma, it's art what I do Thought you knew It's the way I express myself To all the fools of the world, on earth To show them we are the crap of the universe You know, ma? That's important words Yeah, it sounds absurd But if I hurt I get heard "But it's disgusting and obscene Don't get the meaning of bloody pee and Why do you have to be so mean and Make the abused pig bleedin'?" Oh right, I forgot about that, but it's not what it seems Just forget about that Provocative shit to get peoples' attention Not my idea, it was the director's intention to Present a metaphor - "For what?" Ma, honestly, I don't know what's the matter for But the world is dark And I want to show that shit's gettin' deep in here And I'm tryin' to keep on believin' Though the end is near and before I will leave I'm gonna show all the people my music Every piece of me, so I keep on releasin' I'm sorry, Ma Why can't you just be proud of me Love my shit, maybe it's obscene What I do makes me feel released Make it loud 'cause it is just me Mama called like "Hello my dear I've been tryin' to call you like since a year Got my telephone near but you never text back Are you busy with sex, hope you contracept." - Ahm, Mom "You know, dad and me, we never used condoms We were young and we saw no problems We were high and abortion forbidden So I brought you while dad was arrested in prison I delivered in the middle of a mass teen orgy My bulging boobs made me god damn horny The quartermaster named you 'cause He was so cool when he jacked the cars Why can't you be like him?" - Mom, please shut up I am tryin' to cut the cord. You gave me nothing and I cuss the lord for this punishement You should hand yourself to the government Do you know of my public scandals My music is my valve and my life in shambles My therapist told me to report to authorities The only reason you're free, I hate bureaucracy I'm a rockstar. I don't need you I have a band. If I could I'd beat you I'm sorry, Mom You didn't make me 'cause you were to weak to Mama, don't call me, can't you stop Cause I really give a f*ck I don't wanna hear the shit you drop You suck Mama, don't call me, can't you stop Cause I really give a f*ck I don't wanna hear the shit you drop You suck Why can't you just be proud of me Love my shit, maybe it's obscene What I do makes me feel released Make it loud 'cause it is just me