No Son At All

Written by Douglas Firestein

I’ve been stealing your mail
Reading private business
Wondering to myself
What the hell is this?

You subscribe to magazines
But I know you can’t read
Lets hear you say some words
After busting out your teeth

Your face is toast and
I’m spreading the knuckle butter
Gonna bring you to your knees
Have you crying for your mother
When she comes to your rescue
The hammer is gonna fall
I’ll wreck that bitch up too
Wish she had no son at all

No son at ALL!

I’ve looked through your trash
Saw many red tampons
I’m glad you have a stock
With this beat-down coming on

You can try to stop the flow
But you can’t control the blood
Spewing from your ears
When the lights go out for good

Your face is toast and
I’m spreading the knuckle butter
Gonna bring you to your knees
Have you crying for your mother
When she comes to your rescue
The hammer is gonna fall
I’ll wreck that bitch up too
Wish she had no son at all

No son at ALL!

OH SHIT!!
l got the wrong man
But I don’t feel bad
I bet he had it comin’

OH SHIT!!
I got the wrong man
He looked like a sucka
So probably deserved it

(Oh shit)
(Oh shit)
Awww shit
(Oh shit)
(Oh shit)